point of view of Bruce Scott
I looked at my hands. And saw Donna Davis sitting on the shoulder of the road in the middle of the night eating hamburgers as she was sitting there.
Just what is it that… she is doing?
After Donna Davis lost her job . Is it true that she has no money?
“Interesting.”
The corners of Sean Matthews’ lips were ever-so-slightly lifted as he said, “bring her here.”
“Yes.”
I had to exit the vehicle.
Donna Davis’s pov
I had my head down and was pondering comic books at that moment. II was startled to hear footsteps coming closer and I glanced up as they got closer. I had been contacted by Bruce Scott.
“Mr. Scott”
I am perplexed as to why he is here.
“Get in the car.”
Bruce Scott assumed a slightly forward lean.
I looked over to the shoulder of the road and spotted a black Porsche parked there. It wasn’t too far away. Sean Matthews is the owner of the vehicle. Even though he was inside the room, I could feel him keeping an eye on me, which made me feel nervous.
“Donna Davis?”
The reminder came from Bruce Scott.
“Do you think it’s going to be difficult for me to get on? I’m a bit grubby. I did nothing except sit on the ground.” I acted as if I was ashamed of myself.
It is completely beyond my comprehension why it is necessary for me to come in close proximity to Sean Matthews. It was Sean Matthews who decided to terminate my employment.
“Mr. Matthews detests having to wait.”
I had no other option than to go up to where he was standing after he threatened me.
It was Bruce Scott who pushed open the door. When he opened the door, the first person I noticed was Sean Matthews, who was seated in the extra-wide seat.
After settling in, I bolted the door behind me. The driver’s position was occupied by Bruce Scott. “I’m confused, Mr. Matthews; I don’t understand what you want from me. You want to get married to me, right?”
The dark eyes of Sean Matthews peered at me, each one mysterious.
“I have given it some consideration. I can marry you.”
Donna Davis’s Pov
“… hey?”
I was taken aback. “What did you say? Wed… Wed… Will you wed me?”
“I figured that would make you happy to know that.”
Sean Matthews said.
“Of course, I couldn’t be more thrilled, but… I’ve changed my mind, and I don’t want to marry you…” Before I could complete my sentence, I clenched my wrist and was pulled over the next second by Sean Matthews.
My lower jaw was dragged upward, and I was forced to gaze into the angry and frightening black eyes of Sean Matthews as he muttered, “you succeeded in irritating me.” My lower jaw was also pulled higher.
“No, I didn’t. What I have just mentioned is correct. You allowed me to resign from the firm, huh?”
Even while my lips were being kissed, I couldn’t force myself to move, even though I was desperate to explain what had happened.
The flow of time came to a standstill, and the background of everything became completely motionless.
It took me a good deal of time to come up with a response to the predicament. I attempted to shove him away, but he had his arms so tightly wrapped around me that the force he imparted to my hand was much more forceful than the effort I could muster. Not only did I not attempt to draw Sean Matthews away from me, but I made the passionate kiss more and more attractive until he eventually yelled, “No!” I did not try to get Sean Matthews away from me, but I did make it more and more enticing. I desperately attempted to take the suit coat off of Sean Matthews, but I was unable to do so for some reason. The struggle was completely pointless.
As Sean continued to kiss, he developed a more addicted attitude.
A girl slept with him for only one night around four years ago. Now, the only reason why the blood in his body started to get agitated again was due to the lure of delicious flavor. It was almost as if the beast scented the blood of its victim.
He did so by wrapping his arm around my trim waist and releasing the buttons on my shirt.
I was shaking with fear. My mind kept going back to the scar that was on my tummy. Even though the scar had healed, there was still a trace of it.
Will Sean Matthews have reason to distrust me if he sees it?
Then he will be aware that I am a mother.
I was completely at a loss for any viable options. I was in such a state of anxiety that tears began to fall, and my heart was filled with the worry that I might lose my kids.
Sean Matthews took a lick of the briny. He looked about in shock and then lifted his head.
I instantly made the most of the chance to get away from him, and I crouched down at the door while also pulling the belt up at the waist of my pants so that I would be prepared.
After calming himself down, Sean Matthews took a seat in the provided seat and sat down. In the automobile, he was so out of control that he didn’t even bother to move the board that divided the two seats in the center.
The man in front of us, Bruce Scott, wiped the perspiration from his forehead. This is the very first time that he has seen Mr. Matthews in such a state. He had not yet left the vehicle. What a shock!
The rise of the isolation board brought an abrupt end to both the sight and the sound that could be heard there.
Sean Matthews’ expression in my direction was icy. “Why are you breaking down in tears? Is there any part I haven’t touched on you yet?”