In a dashing car, Oliver Stein’s phone rang.
To his bliss, it came from Amber!
He called her a thousand times after the break-up drama, all hang out by her! Today marked his one more failed attempt—he managed to get her new number and still yet able to make her pick up the phone.
Surprised to have her call!
God, what was going on?
A noisy buzz oozed through the phone.
“Hottie, give up struggle already. In our place, you are lucky to catch our fancy!”
“Totally true! Behave yourself and enjoy the fuck today!”
Then something smashed and a woman was struggling and groaning heavily.
Ghostly pale with fright, Oliver pressed the accelerator hard towards the nearest police office.
When Oliver led the policemen broke into the motel room, Amber was found only in her pantie, hands bound onto the bedside, red bite marks all over her body.
She burst into tears at the sight of him, loosened up from the verge of a breakdown.
Closing her eyes, she left the irrational tears falling unrestrained.
Against all expectations, it was Oliver who came to her rescue—the man who hurt her worst.
While the police taken out the suspects for trial, Oliver freed her from the rope and removed the dirty towel that gagged her.
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