As the sky darkened, Isaac thoughtfully kept the guests and arranged accommodations for them.
By the end of the day, Callie was exhausted as she reached her room door. She froze when she looked up.
Unexpectedly, the man moved faster, grabbing her arm and kicking the door open. Her soft body immediately pressed against his.
Her scent hadn’t changed, and as Nelson held her, he felt a missing piece of his heart was instantly filled.
He held her tightly, so much so that Callie’s intended shout of “Get lost” got stuck in her throat and lost its force.
Recognizing who it was, she stopped struggling and panted in his ear, “Nelson, you should have some self-control. If you touch me, I won’t let it go.”
Nelson lifted her chin and asked, “Why are you so confident that I will touch you?”
Callie raised her voice, “Then let me go, damn it.”
Nelson’s mind was filled with images of her with Jaquan, and he suddenly felt insecure.
Holding her tightly to prevent her escape, he whispered against her lips, “Since you’re so afraid I’ll do something
Nelson’s mind was filled with images of her and Jaquan together, and he suddenly felt a wave of insecurity. He held her tightly, afraid she would escape, and whispered, “Since you’re so afraid of what I might do to you, I really should do something to confirm your suspicions about me.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Callie felt a chill run down her spine. Nelson gazed at her body that he hadn’t seen in a long time, swallowing hard, his eyes filled with flames of desire, as his blood rushed to a certain part of his body.
As their lips met, Callie was quite uncooperative, struggling fiercely, “Nelson, I will sue you for rape!”
“If you can win the lawsuit,” he retorted. The sound of Nelson unbuckling his belt was particularly clear in the dark night, his masculine aura overwhelming and frightening, as he forced her into a position that made her feel utterly humiliated.
Callie continued to struggle, her voice hoarse from shouting, but the man didn’t budge an inch. Nelson kissed her, leaving marks all over her. But what he didn’t expect was that Callie suddenly burst into tears, the droplets falling like large pearls. He froze in his actions.
The door was knocked on, and it was Jaquan’s voice. He jokingly said, “Hello, food delivery.” Callie lay on the bed, her dark hair splayed out, gazing at the man on top of her with fierce eyes brimming with tears, and then she suddenly raised her voice, “Save me…”
Nelson’s expression changed drastically, and he quickly covered her mouth, preventing her words from escaping her throat. Callie was undeterred, biting down, but could only manage small bites, each one taking all her strength.
Nelson allowed her to bite, the two of them engaged in a tug-of-war. Jaquan called out again, but there was no response.
Several buttons on Nelson’s shirt had come undone, exposing his fine skin and texture, and his long pants hung loosely around his waist, slightly out of breath, creating an incredibly seductive scene.
Jaquan seemed to sense something was off, paused for a moment, and ultimately decided to leave, preserving her dignity. Nelson then stood up, entered the bathroom, and let her go.
Callie closed her eyes, yet the sense of pressure still lingered; she rolled over to the side and collapsed on the floor, breathing slowly, feeling a deep terror as if death were imminent.
The next morning, when Callie woke up, she saw no sign of Nelson. She packed her things and left the hotel. At checkout, the front desk staff stared at her, checking the registration records, “Your last name is Marsh?”
“Is there a problem?”
“Oh, no… I’m sorry, you just look like someone I know.” The front desk clerk smiled, and the name “Ellison Group” was written on her work badge.