Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 180

The living room with yellow lights was the only dimly lit spot in the mansion. Rain had started falling outside, making the night seem colder. The pitter-patter of the rain resounded loudly in the ears. Stella weakly shoved the man pinning her down. The jarring physical disparity between the male and female bodies overwhelmed her. Her eyes trembled, marred with pain and heavy resistance. As if completely oblivious to it, Weston held the back of her head and forced himself upon her. He was a very aggressive man who desired control-Stella had already experienced his yearn 

for domination just now. 

She didn’t understand-if Weston’s sense of possessiveness was so strong over his own woman, why did he allow Guinevere to be cast in the first place? From what she knew, the movie Guinevere had acted in after clinching the Best Female Actor award was littered with intimate scenes that bordered on obscene. 

This was probably because she was a mistress, one stripped of any say and defense in the matter. Her only role was submission. 

Guinevere, however, was different. She was his lawful wife, and they were equals in their 

Guinevere with respect and love, unlike the impudence he displayed while manhandling her. After straightening out her

in her

a response out of Stella to his action. Instead of looking

A moment later. 

the couch, hugging herself. She shut her eyes and let

arising in her

Weston was all ready to go. It made her so tensed that she thought she might break anytime. Yet, he stopped himself mid-way. Such a feeling of not knowing when the

intimate with him, yet she had

to go

to escape from Weston’s clutch, any chance at all, she was willing to give it a shot. When the door of the washroom was opened from the