Scarlett's POV:
"Are you crazy?!" I bellowed while kneading my wrist and glaring at him as he had just thrown me onto the sofa.
"Be mindful of your actions." Charles yanked off his tie and threw it on the floor. Then, he unbuttoned several buttons of his shirt, knelt on the sofa on one knee, and bent over to me. "Don't you dare run away while I shower, or else you won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow," he warned in a barely audible tone, which made my hair stand on its end.
"Fine. But stay at least ten foot away from me. You're not allowed to kiss or hug me either." I put forward a request, dissatisfied with his domineering attitude.
Charles snorted and pinched my face. "You wish, Scarlett. Stop dreaming that you can challenge my authority."
I rolled my eyes and threw a pillow at him as I watched him leave.
While Charles was taking a shower, I sat on the sofa and thought of ways on how to get rid of him.
All of a sudden, Nate called. I glanced at the closed bathroom door and heaved a heavy sigh before I answered the call.
"Is Charles at your place?" Nate asked in his usual greasy voice.
"It's none of your business. Leave me alone, and stop calling me." I refuted Nate without a second thought. I was tired of him bothering me all the time.
However, he seemed rather amused. "Oh, stop playing hard to get, Scarlett. Just so you know, I can satisfy you in bed."
"You wish. You're nothing compared to Charles. He's strong and athletic, unlike you, dirty old man. If you want to describe yourself, you should be realistic," I retorted sarcastically. I had known that Nate was full of himself, but I did not know that he was this shameless.
"But I'm more experienced than he is. Charles is still young. He still has a long way to go, don't you think?" Nate seemed proud of himself for sleeping with many women. But instead of feeling impressed, I was disgusted.
It was uncomfortable talking to him, but I endured it. Suddenly, an idea occurred to me. With my phone in his hand, I walked to the bathroom and gently asked, "Charles, do you want me to select your pajamas?"
"Sure," Charles answered with the sound of running water in the background.
Now that I had gotten the answer that I wanted, I sneered and hung up the call. If Nate was smart enough, he would not call me so brazenly again.
Charles came out of the bathroom after a while. He was not wearing anything except for the bath towel that was hung loosely on his hips. I could also see his well-toned abs even from afar.
"Where are my pajamas?" Charles looked around and frowned in confusion when he saw that his pajamas were nowhere in sight.
I turned around and muttered, "Find it yourself." I was still in a bad mood because of Nate.
Without a word, Charles picked up my phone and input the password.
I could not help but look at him gloomily. He knew everything about me, did he not?
Unfortunately for him, I had already deleted the call log. As Charles could not find anything, he just chucked my phone aside disappointedly. To my surprise, he held up my face and looked into my eyes as though he were trying to retrieve information from them.
His intense gaze brought a bitter feeling to my heart. I lowered my eyes and mumbled, "Don't look at me like that."
Charles never listened to my words. Regardless of my plea, he did not take his eyes off me. He pinched my chin harder, forcing me to look up at him. The ambiguous atmosphere now turned romantic. Unable to stand his gaze, my face turned red again.
"What's wrong? Unhappy?" Charles moved close to me that I could feel his warm breath on my face. I was so nervous that I instinctively held my breath.
At that moment, I cleared my throat to ease the awkwardness between us. "Stop. Don't get too close to me."
Charles snickered. "Beg me."
I swallowed hard and averted my gaze. "Charles, stop seducing me!"
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