Chapter 17
Phil looked at Giselle smugly, “Save your energy, Giselle. Even the most arrogant of people will beg like dogs once they’ve had
that!”
She felt horrible. She snarled and shouted, “You’re committing a crime, Phill”
He burst into laughter as if he’d heard a joke. It took him a while to stop. “Do you have anything to prove that this is a crime? I haven’t done anything to you.”
The drug he’d fed Giselle couldn’t be detected by any professional equipment after eight hours. Even if Giselle were to sue him for
sexual assault, he had a video to show that she’d willingly given herself to him. He could even use it against her.
Phil started fantasizing about how it would feel like to sleep with her. He couldn’t be hasty, though. He wanted to wait until she
started begging him like a dog. He wanted to stomp all over her pride and dignity.
As time passed, the drug started taking effect. Giselle felt a wave of heat wash over her. She clenched her fists, trying hard to
remain lucid. “You’re despicable, Phil.”
She wouldn’t forget about this humiliation for life.
He crouched before her and touched her face. “Don’t worry–I’m definitely better than Jon when it comes to bedding women. I
guarantee you’ll feel like you’ve died and gone to heaven. You’ll probably be screaming my name soon.”
He and his friends had long since started sleeping around, but Jonathan hadn’t. He dabbled in everything except women, which
meant he was inexperienced. Phil figured Jonathan couldn’t have given Giselle good sexual experiences.
Giselle was disgusted beyond belief but couldn’t do anything because she felt weak. Yet the weaker she was, the more excited Phil
became. A wave of despair washed over her.
Her head started becoming heavy, and her eyes grew dull. She couldn’t even feel the pain of her nails biting into her palms.
She would rather die than be sullied by someone like Phil. There was nothing in this world left for her, anyway. It probably didn’t
matter if she died…
Phil reached out to strip her as her mind wandered. The door was kicked down before he could even touch her. Then, someone grabbed him by the back of his collar and sent him flying. At the same time, the person pulled Giselle into his arms.
Chester’s voice rang out above her. “Sorry for being late.”
His words suddenly made her want to cry, “I feel so hot…” she said in a weak, choked–up tone.
Chester wrapped his coat tightly around her before gently lifting her onto the couch. “Be good, and give me a few minutes.”
Giselle was out of it and burning up; he decided to get this over with as quickly as possible. When he turned, the heartache in his
gaze immediately disappeared.
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His handsome face was frosty, which made Phil swallow the words on the tip of his tongue. His fear completely replaced his
arousal. “M–Mr. Fordham…”
Chester was a legend in their circle. No one dared to challenge him; everyone revered him. What was he doing here?
Phil’s brain turned into a pile of mush due to his fear. He automatically pushed the scene he’d just witnessed out of his mind.
As Chester stalked toward him, he felt oppressed and smothered. He instinctively scrambled backward before kneeling on all
fours, so terrified that he couldn’t even feel the pain in his body.
He cast his pride aside and begged Chester for mercy. It was a sorry sight.
“Did you use this hand to touch Gigi earlier?” Chester asked.
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