A Graduation Gift novel Chapter 435

Ivy's eyes went straight to Amanda's disheveled clothes. At once, she had an inkling that something had happened in this office.

But she asked no questions. Taking her eyes off Amanda's clothes, she gave her a smile and said, "The project is going on as planned. Don't worry."

A practiced smile remained plastered in her face but her eyes wandered, scouring the whole room for any clues.

Amanda's appearance had always been so impeccable—from head to toe, that she would be seen with rumpled clothes was abnormal.

Her gaze landed on Amanda's desk. Like the rest of her, it was usually neat and well-organized; however, today was a different case. A large area was left vacant and on one end were files strewn in a disarray, as if someone had swept over the table carelessly and left everything at its edge.

It was indeed very strange.

She took a look at Clark next. At first glance, he looked to be the same as he always was, save for the slight wrinkles on his shirt. Ivy's eyes did not miss the way it was haphazardly tucked into his pants.

Ivy came face-to-face with an appalling possibility as she pieced everything together. Even she herself could not believe it.

Did they make love in this room just now?

At once, Ivy's senses recognized the telltale scent of sex that lingered in the air.

With Ivy in the room, Amanda went through the report slowly. She could have sent her away and checked the file later, but she didn't want to stay with Clark alone in her office. Ivy's presence was godsend, and she had her waiting there as she proceeded to business.

The longer Ivy stayed inside the room, the more abnormalities she found.

With all the clues she picked up, she was able to deduce that Amanda and Clark had some special relationship. They were more than 'friends.'

No friends would make love in an office.

Her heart sank at the realization. She had planned to seduce Clark, one of the richest bachelors in the G City, and take him for herself. Nothing could have prepared her for this.

And Amanda. That bitch! Hadn't she been running around and professing her love for Rufus? And yet, here she was, hooking up with Clark secretly. What a slut!

No wonder Clark ignored her own advances. He had already been sleeping with Amanda.

A feeling of hate spiked through Ivy's chest. Her eyes narrowed on Amanda. Why did this bitch always compete against her?

On the outside, she remained calm and collected as Amanda checked the file, but she cursed the woman in her head repeatedly. Clark, on the other hand, lingered nonchalantly, showing no intention of leaving at all.

Amanda felt suffocated as his presence loomed over them. Forcing a smile, she turned to Clark and said, "Clark, I still have things to discuss with Ivy. It'll take a long time. Why don't you go back for now?"

Amanda fought against her trembling legs and was about to walk to the door when Clark answered her.

"Oh, no. I don't have anything urgent to deal with as of the moment. I'll wait for you here. Let's have dinner later. It's on me,"

Clark smiled at her as he spoke, but his eyes glinted with malice.

Seeing Amanda cower in front of him gave him a rush. It felt so good to conquer a woman. He had been having a hard and long time with Cassandra. Now, facing Amanda, the obedient little woman that she was, he reveled in the feeling of his own wickedness.

Despite his smile, Amanda felt the chill from his eyes to her bones.

Her hands trembled a bit and she closed the file.

"Ivy, I'm finished with the file. Follow it up, please. Thanks, and you can leave now."

Clark insisted on not leaving. Amanda was left with no other choice but to confront him now.

"Yes, I understand."

Ivy smiled and turned around to leave the office as if she knew nothing.

When the sound of her steps disappeared, Clark rushed to Amanda, stretching a hand out forcing her to raise her head and look at him.

"You played a dirty trick there, didn't you?" he sneered as Amanda whimpered against his grip. "Are you trying to send me away? You would do better to keep this in that pretty little head of yours, Amanda. You will never escape me. I will come to you whenever I want, and you will do exactly as I ask. Understand?"

His practiced smile had all disappeared. In its place was a cold and evil expression, like that of a hunter watching its prey. He approached her face slowly.

Amanda shuddered. Tears kept streaming down her cheeks, her whimpers bouncing off the walls of the office.

"Take off your skirt! Now!"

Clark ordered impatiently. His mood had soured now, and he would use this woman to vent out his anger.

Amanda crumbled at the force of humiliation, but she had to follow. She swallowed thickly and continued crying as she took off her clothes. Her eyes dulled as Clark used her body, and everything around her seemed to echo.

As her mind wandered, her thoughts came to Rufus. 'Rufus, where are you? Why won't you come and save me?' His image flickered before her, and then Cassandra's. Fury burst forth from inside her as she saw them in their happiness.

Her nails dug into the wood of the table and she gritted her teeth against her cries. Rufus was gone. He had found his happiness with Cassandra. And here she was, at the palm of Clark's hands, bending to his every will and desire.