Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

Oh no, I got carried away and forgot about the person next to me.

Feeling uncertain, I pulled the blanket higher, trying to cover my face and wrap myself entirely.

“Don’t suffocate yourself. It’s your turn now. How many bottles did you drink?” Colin pulled down the blanket to reveal my head, his elegant and dignified face showing a hint of mischief.

Not daring to refuse, I extended my hand from under the blanket and made a two with my fingers.

“Two bottles?” Colin gritted his teeth.

I added another finger.

“Three bottles?” Veins started to bulge on Colin’s temple.

Unable to hide, I added another finger.

“How many exactly?” There was a grinding sound as he clenched his jaw.

With no choice, I reluctantly opened my entire palm. “I only had five bottles, really. I’m not lying.”

The veins on Colin’s temple had popped out. He grabbed my fingers with his left hand and gritted his teeth. “You sneaked off without a word and drank five bottles. Do you know what sort of place that is? Did you think about the consequences?” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

I looked up at him and saw how gloomy his expression had become. It was really scary. What should I do?

My mom always said that someone wouldn’t hit a smiling person. Yes, that was right. I should smile. Maybe Colin would forgive me.

“Well, you know, since we dared to go there, we were somehow prepared, right? No matter what happened, you’d come to rescue us, wouldn’t you?” I flattered him nervously, hoping he would let me off because of my trust in him.

“What if I couldn’t get there in time? What would you do then? You acted against my wishes, you brat. If I don’t teach you a lesson this time, you’ll think you can get away with anything next time.”

Before I could respond, Colin had taken my blanket off. Before I could react, he turned me face down on the bed.

With his left hand pressing on my back, he raised his right hand. A smacking sound echoed

in the ward.

It wasn’t until I felt a stinging sensation on my butt that I realized I was being spanked at

the age of 21.

Blushing like a ripe tomato, a mix of shame and anger overwhelmed me. There was also a buzzing sound in my ears.

“Let go of me! Even my dad never hit me. What right do you have to hit me?” I was furious and no longer cared if we were still in the hospital. I yelled and struggled with all my might.

It was okay to hit me, but why my butt? He was not my dad.

As I struggled on the bed, the pillow was pulled aside. A bottle of water on the bedside table fell to the floor. The sound startled Queenie and Julia, waking them up. The two of them looked at me heartlessly, amused by my embarrassment. 1

Despite my efforts, I couldn’t escape from Colin’s grasp. He pinned me down and spanked me around five or six times.

Feeling utterly humiliated, I didn’t want to live anymore.

Who could save me?

No one cared.

Embarrassed and angry with nowhere to turn to, I cried out, “Let go, Colin White! Who gave you the right to hit me? This is domestic violence. I’m calling the police.”

Being spanked like this was so infuriatingly embarrassing that I felt like fainting.

Colin, who had been angry, burst out laughing at my words before spanking me again. “Do you know what domestic violence means? We’re not family, so it’s not domestic violence.”

I ignored him, crying incessantly.

Feeling utterly ashamed, I didn’t know what I could do besides cry. I didn’t know how to ease the awkward atmosphere or how to quell the flames of anger in Colin’s eyes.