It wasn't a big deal if Amelia lost her current job since she could find another one in the future. She just didn't want the money Gideon invested to go to waste because of her.
Victor saw how she turned pale after he threatened her. He smiled smugly, thinking that she was afraid of him.
He abruptly got up from his armchair and approached her forebodingly. "However, if you submit to me, I might just take pity on you."
"Don't touch me!" Amelia yelped and swatted his hands away as she staggered backward.
Her resistance made his expression darken. "You already bedded someone yesterday. Stop acting like you're so naive. We haven't tried anything yet. Who knows, maybe you'll like it so much that you'll plead to stay by my side?"
That said, he pounced on her like a hungry beast.
Amelia shrieked as he pinned her against the door with one hand and covered her mouth with the other. His eyes were wide with exhilaration as he said, "Are you afraid that your colleagues wouldn't know you're trying to please me in here? Is that why you screamed?"
He was stronger than her, and she couldn't struggle free. In her haste, she slapped him across the face.
"Fuck! You just won't listen!" Victor spat as he hit Amelia across the face.
He struck her so hard that she fell to the ground, her ears buzzing and her world spinning. She couldn't move.
Victor spat on the ground. "Believe it or not, I'll have my way with you right here in my office, and no one will bat an eye!"
That said, he crouched and yanked her up from the ground. Then, he pulled her toward the couch as she tried to free herself from his vice-like grasp.
Still struggling, Amelia realized she couldn't break free, so she grabbed his hand that was gripping her shirt and bit it as hard as she could.
Victor yelled in pain, letting her go.
Seizing the chance, Amelia got up from the ground and shoved him before running for the door.
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