Second Marriage to Mr. Rich (Ned Fletcher)

Chapter 28

Tommy brushed away the loose strands of sweat-dampened hair by Angeline’s forehead. His tone was lecherous as he said, “I want you to see how slutty you look when you’re begging me to fuck you.”

Angeline clenched her jaw, remaining silent. She secretly unlocked her phone and called 911, forcing herself to remember the way to the room she’d reserved half an hour earlier. After exiting the elevator, she had to make her way to room 5716.

When the elevator arrived and the doors slid open, she shoved Tommy aside and darted out of the elevator. She staggered in the direction of room 5716.

Tommy snickered. He tucked his hands in his pockets as he strolled out of the elevator. He had a disgusting look in his eyes as he watched Angeline “helplessly” flee while keeping a hand on the wall to support herself. He was like a cat watching a mouse trying to escape from its claws.

“The faster you run now. Angeline, the harder you’ll be begging me to fuck you later. I’m in no rush; go ahead and run!” He started unbuttoning his shirt as he followed her leisurely, looking like a predator playing with its

prey.

Angeline felt like her legs didn’t belong to her anymore. She was slowly starting to lose her grip on her senses,

and her vision was blurring.

Room 5713.

Her palm was clammy as she gripped her key card tightly with one hand on the wall. She was almost there.

“What, out of strength already?” The smile in Tommy’s voice was obvious. He clucked his tongue. “Should I

help you out?”

Room 5716!

Angeline grabbed the doorknob and quickly pulled out the key card. When the lock beeped, Tommy’s expression changed. Seeing that his prey was about to disappear, he darted forward, but he was too late. The door had already swung open; Angeline had locked him out. She collapsed inside the room.

“Open the door, Angeline! Did you hear me?” Tommy pounded on the door, looking menacing. When there was no response, he threatened, “Don’t forget about that little mute. Open the door, and I’ll let her off the hook.

“If you don’t even if I kill her, Ned will make sure nothing happens to me. Try me if you don’t believe me!”

When Angeline still didn’t respond, Tommy sneered. He looked down at his watch, his voice filled with venom as he said, “I guess you don’t care whether that little mute lives or dies. It doesn’t matter, though. You’ll only

be able to hold out for another ten minutes at max.

“In ten minutes, you’re going to beg me to fuck you like a dog!” As soon as the words were out of Tommy’s

mouth, someone kicked him, sending him flying.

“Fuck y–” Tommy looked up, hissing with pain. But when he saw the person standing before him, he paled. “M-

Mr. Lawson.”

+15 BONOS

It was Sean; he wore a long, dark coat. His bodyguard and assistant stood before him. His expression was Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

dark as he stood before room 5716, holding his phone up to one ear as he knocked with his other hand. “Open

the door, Angeline! It’s me, Sean Lawson!”

Tommy scrambled to his feet, wanting to run. The bodyguard stood in his way, looking menacing.

Inside the hotel room, Angeline curled into a ball atop the gray carpet. She tensed as the drug took over her mind. All she knew was how desperately she wanted a man to have his way with her. She was starting to lose

her mind.

Amidst the torment the drug was causing, Angeline vaguely heard someone knocking on the door and calling out her name. She pulled out her phone with trembling hands; it was in the middle of a call.

She said to the person on the other end of the line, “I … I’m at Regalia Hotel’s room 5716, and I’ve been drugged. Please, call me an ambulance!”