Chapter 4
Alan leaned lazily next to the sofa, holding a cigarette in his hand.
He was known for being able to navigate through a myriad of difficulties. I thought tonight I would be like a fish on a chopping board, allowing him to do as he pleased. However, he just stared at my slightly swollen fingers and asked, “What happened to you
hand?”
I was somewhat surprised, “Accidentally got hit by a wooden board.”
He furrowed his brows slightly and said, “Such beautiful fingers should be insured. I remember you played the piano very well.”
Piano?
probably won’t be able to play the piano for the rest of my life.
I forced a bitter smile and then cautiously asked, “If you don’t want me, can I leave?”
He chuckled, “Of course I want you, but not today.”
“I never force women,” he leaned closer to me, his lips almost touching my earlobe, “I’ll be waiting for the day you willingly climb onto my bed.”
I didn’t have time to react because the door of the room was suddenly kicked open.
Antoine hurriedly walked over and rudely pushed Alan in front of me.
Alan carefully smoothed out the wrinkled clothes and said, “What’s the matter, Mr. Lopez? Are you having second thoughts?”
Antoine’s expression darkened, his gaze turned fierce, “I will not do this business anymore.”
Alan sneered and then shrugged, making a gesture of “whatever you want“.
I knew that Antoine was angry again.
-Even though I had already done it according to his requirements, he was still not satisfied.
He shoved me into the car, locked it, grabbed my chin, and said fiercely, “Why didn’t you resist?”
When he saw that I remained silent, he exerted even more force. I cried out in pain, and he stubbornly asked me, “I was just outside the door the whole time, why didn’t you resist?”
“If I hadn’t gone in just now, were you planning to sleep with Alan?”
“Noemi, why were you so mean?”
He forced me to do it, but then he blamed me.
What did he exactly want me to do?
I was brought home by Antoine, thrown into the bathtub, and he turned on the shower to the maximum, cold water splashing on me haphazardly, causing me to shiver uncontrollably.
He rubbed my earlobe fiercely and asked, “Where else did he kiss you?”
I suddenly felt nauseous and leaned over the bathtub, retching.
Antoine’s pupils suddenly contracted, and he angrily grabbed my hair, forcing me to look directly at him. “Do you find me disgusting? Why didn’t I see you disgusted when Alan touched you?”
He pulled me out of the bathtub and forcefully pressed me onto the sink.
He pinched my waist, draped over my back, his lips pressed against my neck, and through gritted teeth, he said, “Noemi, you really are naughty.”
knew my resistance would anger him, but just the thought of him having been intimate with those women made me feel disgusted.
I shouted, “Antoine, let go of me! Tessa has already had your child. You cannot continue treating me like this!”
He ignored my cries and instead mocked me in my ear, saying, “She can be big, and you can be small, what’s wrong with that?”
