"Sebastian, what the hell are you doing? Let go of me!" Gloria yelled.
The door to the presidential suite flew open, and Gloria stumbled inside, dragged by Sebastian.
Panic surged through her as she struggled to break free and escape.
The door slammed shut behind her.
Sebastian suddenly let go of her hand.
Caught off guard, Gloria fell to the floor, but her first instinct was still to turn and try to open the door.
Sebastian was too dangerous.
She couldn't endure his torment.
"Are you trying to run?" Sebastian asked.
The sharp crease of his suit pants blocked her path.
Sebastian crouched in front of her, gripping her chin, his handsome face cold and unyielding. "Didn't you want money? You'd sell yourself to a drunk for cash, so why the act now?"
Sebastian had removed his glasses at some point, and the aggression in his eyes was terrifying.
Gloria's heart tightened, but she forced herself to stay calm. "I told you, it was a misunderstanding. He forced me."
