Bruce glared down at me darkly. "You've been acting differently ever since you got close to Douglas."
The corners of my mouth twitched and I rolled my eyes. "You've had too many drinks. Should I go get Cindy?"
Bruce furrowed his brows at the mention of Cindy. I had clearly touched a sensitive spot.
Not wanting to create a scene, I reached for the door handle after a moment of silence. Suddenly, something warm pressed against my lips and Bruce pinned me against the door.
Bruce was insane. He was a madman.
I struggled, but it was futile. His kiss was intense and dominating as if he wanted to consume me entirely.
Filled with anger, I bit down on his lip until I tasted blood. Yet, Bruce didn't relent and only deepened his kiss like a wild animal. His fingers even grazed the slit of my dress.
Having had enough, I murmured, "Why are you in such a hurry, Mr. Harold? Is Ms. Lane not enough for you?"
Bruce stopped abruptly and stared at me in disbelief. I met his gaze, unwavering.
The lounge was eerily quiet and I could hear Bruce's erratic breathing. Yet, it was also filled with distant chatter from outside the door.
We stood facing each other. This time, I refused to back down.
After what felt like an eternity, Bruce finally mumbled, "I don't want to scare her."
His words felt like a slap in the face.
He didn't want to scare Cindy.
I see. The girl was inexperienced and timid, someone who needed protection. Unlike me, who had been intimate with him long before.
We tore away from each other. It took me a while to compose myself. Looking at the torn slit of my dress, I couldn't help but feel both amused and exasperated.
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