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Chapter 16
Chapter 16
Walter’s grip was unyielding, almost crushing her jaw.
Clara was drenched in a cold sweat, her pain tangible.
“Wake the hell up.” Walter snapped coldly. “You think you’ve got the chops to manipulate the media? Mess with Tamara, and I’ll shut it down fast. But if i take Marlie, you can kiss goodbye to seeing her again.”
Marlie was Clara’s weak spot. Through her pain, Clara mocked. “Oh, Walter, pulling this shit? Shows you’ve got no shame. What’s this, if not sugar daddy vibes? You marry Ms. Moss and shove me and our kid into hiding? Didn’t peg you for such a lowlife.”
Het struggle to free herself only caused her robe to fall open, leaving her chest bare.
Walter’s eyes turned cold, laced with mockery. “Oh, cozying up to Willard now? Thinking you can snag a rich guy? A shameless woman like you, a mother? No, a bitch I guess.”
As his eyes wandered down, his breathing grew heavier until he spun her around, pressing her against him from behind.
Clara’s wrists were pinned above her head with one hand, her robe now completely off, leaving her exposed.
She could feel his heated body against hers, his arousal unmistakable. E
“Stop it! Don’t you dare touch me!” Clara’s voice was desperate, defiant.
“Sleeping with Willard but playing hard to get with me? Name your price, Il pay it,” Walter barked, his face flushed with a loss of control.
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“Fuck off!” Clara screamed. “Marlle is right next door.”
Walter’s expertise in degradation was unmatched.
Quickly, he spun her, using his luxe tie to restrain her hands efficiently.
“Don’t be too noisy. Got quite the appetite, huh? Seems the restroom romp didn’t satisfy you.” He mocked, his tone dripping with derision.
The sight of marks on her shoulder ignited his fury, his desire to punish her overshadowing any concern for her feelings.
Cornered by memories of his past actions, Clara, flushed with shame, resorted to her final gambit.
She leaned in, her seductive form clinging to him, challenging him, “Walter, you’re not still hung up on me, are you?”
Suddenly chilled, Walter snapped back to reality.
Harbor feelings for her? Impossible. He derided himself.
Clara laughed mockingly, feigning flirtation. “So, the addendum means I can’t bring men home. Does that leave the rest of the world fair game?”
Walter’s fists tightened, his jaw set, veins throbbing at his temples, his brows quivering like an enraged beast.
Clara read his brewing storm all too well,
Despite her dread of his wrath, she met his glaring stare head–on.
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I’m not signing anything. Wake up, Mr. Colon. I’m keeping myself for Willard. You were right; I’ve got my sights set on a grand marriage. Time for you to gor Mr. Colon,” she said defiantly.
Walter’s complexion turned story, and in a swift motion, he floored her.
Before storming out, he threw down a vow. “You’ll be begging on your knees to come back to me.”
Clara struggled up, relief washing over her as he departed. Biting through the tie, she freed herself, quickly wrapping her robe around her quaking form. Her heart pounded in chaos.
Wfter three years. I am no closer to decoding his mind,‘ she said to herself.
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