Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 9

Effortlessly, Patrick slammed Amelia on his right shoulder like a sack of flour. He walked towards the bed and said, "Enough talking. Time for action." Amelia started to hit him hard with all her might. "I told you, I don't want to..."

Patrick then slapped her butt like a punishment. He warned her, "I won't take 'no' for an answer. Time to fulfill your duty as my wife!"

Amelia took a deep breath and seriously negotiated, "Patrick, if you want to have sex with me, you can't mess around with other women. You okay with that?"

Patrick stopped walking and switched to a condescending tone, "I could have any woman I want in the world, why would I settle just for you?"

Amelia never expected him to be obedient, yet she stood her ground, "That's my bottom line. If you want to spend time with me on the bed, don't mess around outside. I don't want to get herpes from you!" Patrick's face darkened and he slammed her down on the bed without holding back. Luckily, the mattress had soft paddings, so it did not hurt a lot.

Amelia turned over and tried to get. Patrick quickly got a hold of her by pinching her chin. Being so close to each other, two of them shared the air together at that moment, "Anyway, you'd still be my Mrs. Hopper. It's just a cold hard fact."

"You!" She wanted to rip his face off.

When their eyes met, Patrick feasted his eyes with the delicious body in front of him. Not only was her skin delicate, though with slightly messy hair, her skin was like tulips in the snow. Who wouldn't want to take advantage of her?

desire for physical pleasure, his pupils

he could still smell the lingering sweetness of 2011 Antica Terra Chardonnay

down for a kiss, Amelia's phone in his

let go of her

incredibly grateful for the phone call that saved her from Patrick. She

eyes froze. "Wait. Jessica,

coming out from the shower, then I heard someone was knocking on the door. I looked out through the peephole. It was the neighbor living across! He... he has a knife. And He is really angry. He said if I don't open the door soon, he will... Ah! He just kicked the door!" "Jess, find somewhere to hide first. I am coming!" Amelia said hurriedly as she heard

sobbing and tried to calm herself. "No... it's okay, I've already called the property manager. Amy, don't come over... I can handle it." Jessica's words did not ease Amelia's mind, "Jess, that man is coming for me. I have to come. Use the sofa to block the door for now. Just hang on!" After the call ended, Patrick, who had been left out, said coldly, "Care to give your husband a heads-up if

calmness on her face like a mask and questioned her, "Why

begged him, maybe he

of indifference, "Fine. Forget about it. I

a chauffeur. Hearing her response, dark clouds gathered around his

moment, she had already nimbly walked past him,