I ended up not attending Christopher's wife's birthday party after all.
As soon as my car pulled into an empty spot and came to a halt, someone swiftly grabbed me by the waist and shoved me into a black SUV parked nearby.
The movements were so smooth and practiced. If I hadn't seen Nicholas's dark face, I would have screamed for help.
Christopher had invited quite a number of guests, with luxury cars lining the parking lot. Oddly enough, the only open space happened to be right next to Nicholas's car. It was clear he had been waiting for me, patiently biding his time until I fell into his trap.
We were far too close. Even a simple exchange of glances between us could be mistaken by anyone as a moment of deep connection.
It was so close as if we were trying to sear each other into memory, where a single glance could leave one's heart aching.
I sighed and shielded my eyes with my hand. "Can you get off me?"
Nicholas didn't move. Instead, he shut the car door behind us and seized my wrist. His gaze seemed to be blaming me.
"Let's see who's being disobedient."
His car was incredibly private. No one could see inside, no matter how hard they tried. And with that secrecy, his actions became even bolder.
I was wearing a dark red silk dress, low-cut and delicate. The smooth fabric slid easily beneath the rough texture of his suit jacket.
Even if I had been as slippery as an eel, Nicholas had me pinned down completely. His heart practically pressed against mine.
The dress was thin, and there wasn't much fabric to cover me. In such a compromising position, it felt like anything inappropriate could happen.
"Nicholas, I really have something important to do!"
The difference in strength between men and women was glaring. If he didn't move, there was no way I could break free. A wave of grievance washed over me.
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