Serena was becoming anxious about this group of girls. Moreover, she could smell the scent of their bodies very strongly. They surrounded her with the smell of alcohol in the room.
Serena felt like she was about to be poisoned.
She wanted to get out of there, but Vittorio had not returned yet. Would Cristian come?
Serena suddenly had the idea that she had probably been tricked. So many people gathered in a place like that and all the smells of perfume, alcohol, and cigarettes were mingling. How could she stay?
As she considered this, Serena decided to leave. She smiled and said quietly, "I'm sorry. I'm going to the bathroom.
Little did she know that just as she was about to get up, there was a hand on her arm, pushing her back to her seat.
-Don't be in a hurry. Vittorio just went to make a phone call, do you want to follow him too?
A few standard Italian words were heard over her head.
Serena looked in the direction of the source of the sound. She found that the one speaking to her was the foreign man who spoke to her in English when she walked through the door.
At that moment, he arched his eyebrows and sat down next to her, waving a wine glass in his hand and looking at her with an erotic gaze.
Serena's brow furrowed into a refined frown. She had not been put at ease by the words he had said to her earlier. He sat back down beside her and looked at her with that look.
"What is he going to do?" she thought.
There was no smile on Serena's face. Her voice was cold.
-Sir, I understand English.
The man was visibly taken aback, but reacted quickly, shrugging his shoulders indifferently, -So what difference does it make?
"What difference does it make?" he did not expect.
Unexpectedly, he was not embarrassed at all.
Serena was worried about the IQ of the one in front of her. However, the gaze fixed on her made it clear that she was not a good person.
She could not waste any more time to stay there.
Serena did not bother to take another look at him, but quickly stood up. She had no idea that the stranger would grab her directly.
-Let me go. -Serena wanted to get rid of him with her backhand.
She felt the warm wetness on the stranger's hand. He looked at her with lustful eyes.
-Why are you in such a hurry? Actually-you're not Cristian's girlfriend, are you?
Serena resisted the urge to slap him, holding back her indignation, -Sir, please let me go.
Although that foreigner was fond of attractive women, for his taste he preferred pure and innocent ones, especially college students.
However, some of them were too young.
They gave him no interest to play with.
Sitting next to her, seeing that under Serena's pure appearance she possessed so much passion, the way she emitted anger at that moment made him lose the strength to stop.
He had a feeling that if he could convince her to join him in bed, it was going to be a very interesting night.
He had decided and confirmed that he would not let her go.
-Why are you angry? I came here. Don't you want to sit down and have a drink with us? -After talking, he passed the wine glass directly into her hand. Drink and I'll let you go .
Serena did not know what to say.
She held back her anger, but did not even go for the glass.
Just then, Vittorio returned.
Seeing it happen, he rushed between the two, trying to push away the stranger's hand that was holding Serena, but he refused to let go.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Virginity in second marriages by Angela
Very boring...she is actually just dragging and dragging..no one is so stupid as the female in this story...