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“If you’re done recovering, we continue.” Jeffrey ignored Rebecca’s anger. His skilled fingers made quick work of his suit buttons before he shrugged off the jacket and tossed it aside.

Rebecca instinctively pulled back, her eyes wide with alarm. “What are you going to do?”

“What do you think a man and woman do in bed together?” Jeffrey moved closer, his large frame dominating her space.

She thought about running, but Jeffrey had locked every door in the suite, leaving her trapped.

“Aren’t you with Andrea?” Rebecca demanded as he backed her from the bed into a corner. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“You’re mistaken about one thing,” Jeffrey said calmly, noting the flash of anger in Rebecca’s eyes.

“I’m not pursuing you–you’re the one who keeps appearing wherever I am,” he continued, advancing with unwavering determination. “You should have known what might happen when you came to a hotel to sell jewelry.”

“If I had known you were here,” Rebecca said, her voice steady and clear, “nothing could have made me come.”

The reason she dared to meet Stanley at the hotel was precisely because she had been here before with Jeffrey for work. Those occasions had been entirely professional–just straightforward business discussions followed occasionally by a meal downstairs, so she didn’t think much of it.

Besides, the meeting wasn’t in a private room but a conference room, which made the setting feel familiar and safe.

Jeffrey’s expression turned frosty. “Is that right?”

“Yes,” Rebecca retorted.

“Too bad we don’t get any ‘ifs‘,” Jeffrey said, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him. “Today, you’re stuck with just me.”

His mouth found hers in a harsh kiss. She raised a hand to hit him, but he caught both her wrists and pinned them above her head. When she tried to kick out, he easily subdued her.

In a matter of seconds, he had her cornered against the wall, completely at his mercy.

Humiliation burned through Rebecca.

“Tears won’t get you anywhere,” he told her flatly, watching the angry tears well up in her eyes. “You should be glad it’s me. Anyone else would have been far less gentle.”

Rebecca fired back, her voice

eyes turned cold as he asked, “Are

like the man who had once doted on her, and she knew that if he actually called other people in here, things would

and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear, his finger tracing its curve down to

squeeze, she couldn’t suppress a visible

you’re out of options, Rebecca,” he said, his other hand settling on her hip. His voice was a low, rough whisper that felt far too intimate. “No one is

beg you for a damn thing,” Rebecca snapped, knowing she

was taken aback by her newfound nerve. “So that’s your strategy for

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knew there was no escaping him. The difference in their size and strength

this talk just means you want to sleep with me,

surprise; he hadn’t expected

she said, her whole demeanor shifting as she stopped resisting. “Don’t waste any more of

that, Jeffrey released his

pulled out his phone and made a call right in front of her.

asked, a sense of dread

away and looked at her, his

Rebecca’s heart sank instantly.

to her eyes, and only then did the icy

cold dread washed over Rebecca as she frantically scanned the room for anything she could use to defend herself or make an escape, but the

long before footsteps sounded outside the suite. The

cold as he glanced at her pale face. “Don’t hold back on my account.

thinking, ‘He doesn’t make

tone carefully neutral

said, his voice devoid of any warmth as

accept without hesitation,” Stanley said with a faint

turning and walking away without another word. The sound of

moment,” Stanley recited the corny line, though what he really wanted was to punch Jeffrey for putting him in

wasn’t coming back. She took a steadying breath before adding, “I’d like to freshen

tightened almost imperceptibly as he

before recovering with a