Room for You novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125
Since Elliot didn’t want to leave, Anastasia decided that she would leave instead. She picked her bag up and was about to go when Elliot raised an eyebrow and reached his long arm over to grab her wrist and pull her into his arms. She lost her balance and immediately fell face-first into his chest.
She looked up angrily, only to feel his breath on her face. He stared fixedly at her face, and there was a hint of amusement in his gaze as she tried to push him away. “Don’t mess around with me, Elliot! Let go!”
“What if I don’t?” The man started getting playful with her. She’s the one who made me feel so troubled the whole night, anyway, he thought. I didn’t even have the mental capacity to care about anything other than her during the charity dinner today. She really pushed my buttons this time.
“You…” She continued pushing him away. He was dressed in a white silk shirt, and she could feel his firm muscles against her palm as she pushed him. Elliot wrapped both his arms around her waist and intertwined his fingers to form a firm lock behind her back. She was losing her mind at this point. What is this guy trying to do here? Anyone can push the door open at any time, and my reputation will be ruined if someone sees us like this. The news of me seducing the Presgrave Family’s young master will spread like wildfire then.
While she continued to wrestle her way out of his grip, he quietly admired her gorgeous features. His gaze fell on her red lips—the lipstick she used that day made her look especially pretty as the color made her lips look juicy and full. He could feel his heart fluttering, and he was tempted to know the way that she tasted.
All of a sudden, he loosened his grip on her. She thought she would be able to escape then, but the man then held onto her waist and the back of her head. His grip was firm and controlling, and the look in his eyes turned rather dangerous.
Frustration bubbled in Anastasia’s chest as the man’s lips moved closer to hers. Right when he was about to force her into a kiss, she raised her right hand to swing it across his face. Smack! The sound of her slap was extra loud and crisp in the small room. Moments later, a red slap mark appeared on his handsome face.
The air seemed to freeze as the man’s gaze grew visibly darker. There was a fiery look in Anastasia’s eyes-she was like a ferocious phoenix that was glaring at her prey. “I dare you to kiss me again.” She didn’t want him to take advantage of her any longer, and she wanted him to know that she wasn’t someone he could mess with.
However, she had just finished her sentence when the man lost his temper. He used all his might to shove her down onto the couch. Then, he climbed on top of her before he leaned forward to press his palm against her nose and red lips.
Anastasia couldn’t breathe. This b*stard is suffocating me! Does he want me to slap him again? Her right hand was pinned down, so she raised her left hand to do the job. However, the man grabbed her wrist before holding it above her head. Then, he pressed his lips against hers in a fierce, rough manner.
She felt as if he were sucking all the energy out of her. Her teeth and lips were chattering! Anastasia felt like she was a kitten who had been dominated by the man’s strength and bodily
heat. In the end, the man let go of her. She finally found the strength to scold him then.
“You b*stard, Elliot! You’re such a pervert!” she cried. But the man simply stood up to leave. After he walked out, she took a few sips of water as she thought about the slap she gave him earlier. Why didn’t I hit him a little harder? Well, everyone knows that Young M
rder? Well, everyone knows that Young Master Elliot is probably going to be the most popular choice among the rest of the young ladies. Yet, the only woman he tried to kiss gave him a large slap on his face. He has probably never felt so ashamed in his whole life.
Anastasia was contemplating whether to leave the party or not when her phone started ringing. She glanced at the caller ID before taking a deep breath and picking it up. “Hello, Old madam Presgrave,” she uttered in a serious tone.
“Where are you, Anastasia? Why didn’t I see you?” Harriet asked.
“I’m resting in one of the rooms on the second floor,” Anastasia replied.
“I’m on the first floor. Hurry over here! I’d like to see you.” The old woman spoke in a gentle but firm tone. Anastasia felt her heart skipping a beat as she thought, I don’t think Old Madam Presgrave knows that I just slapped her favorite grandson, right?