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Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 80

Secretly Molly glanced at Brian who still looked aloof. In her mind, she scolded Eric, indignant at his tactless manner. If she massaged Brian's ego with feigned obedience, she realized he'd be nice to her. Lately, it seemed to work, just fine. Lisa had once told her that Brian was a nice person. Now, as she thought about Lisa's words, she seemed to understand. The problem with Brian, was power. Power corrupts; absolute power corrupts absolutely, they said. The corruption for Brian was that with all his power and money, rarely did he get people who contradicted him. As such, Brian had never learnt tolerance for dissenting opinion.

Besides, he was an overly possessive man. Molly didn't know how he treated his other women, but it was obvious that he couldn't stand the thought of another man close to his woman. Was that what Eric was playing on?

"I didn't tell him my phone number!" Molly said, biting her lips.

"You seem to be busy..." Brian slowly said with a touch of sarcasm in his voice. He glanced at Molly with a sullen gaze, and an indifferent expression was revealed on his handsome face. "You want to leave me. At the same time, you wonder how to face Edgar and even try to seduce Eric."

Infuriated, Molly rebutted, "That's not true!"

"Then what's the truth?" In a cold sneer, Brian went on, "Molly, I'm the one that started this game. The same way, until I say it's over, don't even think about leaving. Whether your one month is elapsed or not, I'm staying firmly in charge. And as far as I'm concerned, you might as well abandon any remote hopes of ever leaving me!"

That took Molly by surprise. In a quavering voice, she pleaded, "Brian, you can't do that to me!"

"I can't?" There was a marked touch of indifference in Brian's voice. "I can do whatever I want to!" he continued.

'Anger is not necessary at the moment, ' Molly thought to herself. As she struggled to control her breathing, she tightly gripped Brian's coat which she was wearing. "I have complied with your rules. Absolutely, I have been obedient to you. What else do you want from me? Brian, do you have to be so domineering?"

"Yes!" Even though Brian gently blinked with a faint, sarcastic smile, trying to spice up the response, it all sounded flat.

Many women would have fancied being his women, and they'd give everything just to be with him.

But not Molly. She counted the days, her anticipation of liberty growing with each passing count. The desire to leave at the end of the agreed one month was intense. In fact, she even wished she could escape, except that, with that option, the odds were stacked heavily against her. Brian looked at her, but she didn't notice. She just looked out of the window, lost in thought. He could see her slight smile because the corners of her lips were raised. In a similar curve, even the corners of her eyes were raised. She never smiled like that in front of him. Sometimes he saw her smile, but only when she was happy, thinking she could leave him.

When she told him that day that she was bored, he agreed to let her go out for work, and he had noticed how excited she was. At that moment, he really wanted to press his body against her, but he restrained himself, careful not to aggravate the wound on her back.

Since when did he start showing consideration for others?

"Brian, you're the devil incarnate!" Very upset, Molly said something reckless, but she ignored the consequence. She didn't care at that particular time. Perhaps, from the very beginning, Brian didn't intend to let her go at the end of one month as agreed. This was not her first experience with abusive and manipulative men. In fact she had been in Brian's bed before because she was drugged by others. A helpless, innocent victim she was. Was there anyone in the world who could help her out of all this?

The hurtful words of Edgar, earlier tonight came to mind. Then she heard Brian's words and also learned that he was the boss of the Grand Night Casino. The two discoveries had startled her, but she told herself not to care about some things.

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