Force and Fear

Chapter 5 You are tasty

Sara Owen had finished her task and was moving towards "residence." Her legs were shaky. It was not much darker. She was moving through her worn-out, repressed motions. She was almost completely lost in contemplation as her head was c****d towards the walkway. Raymond would sell her to Mr Wang as soon as she reached there, while her ungrateful aunt and uncle would drag her to him. Suddenly, someone pulled her away, firmly grabbing her waist. A thrilling perfume invaded her nostrils as the mental tempest faded. The manly aroma drew her in, and she found herself in manly arms. Her tiny face was close to his heart, and the hand on her waist was tightly bound. She blinked her eyes at the powerful chest. The two top buttons on his black shirt were undone, revealing a white, long neck and seductive collarbone. And Adam's apple moved... She gradually looked at the alluring face, as she had been taken in by the exquisite scent of his body.

She became engrossed in his dark, intense eyes when their eyes met. His breath was dropping over her delicate and lovely face, mixed with the odour of alcohol. She was so near him that she could feel his heartbeats, which were regular and rhythmic. His small lips had slightly raised edges. His hair was nicely combed, and he had a straight nose. She had seen this appealing man somewhere.

"It seems that you like these arms." He spoke in a seductively low voice.

She abruptly released herself from his arms. Her gentle prod did not faze Myron Grey. He smiled at the agitated girl after letting her go and placing his palms in his pockets.

You're really rude for touching me. Are you not embarrassed to touch an unfamiliar woman? She questioned fiercely. Her rage pleased Myron Grey. He grinned sinfully.

"I believe we have already met."

He meant that since they had previously interacted, they were not at all strangers. She pointed her index finger at him.

"Look, Mister, I don't care who you are." Keep in mind that I am not that type of woman. So, stay away. Otherwise…”

"Otherwise, you would have tumbled into the pit."

"You... What?" She grimaced. She paused and looked down. The pit was two steps distant.

She choked on her subsequent remarks and then turned to face the dashing man. He chuckled.

"Then... Then... You ought to..." He seized her pink, exquisite lips before she could say anything. She was striking her fists against his powerful chest as he deepened. He had a firm hold of her head and waist, and she was completely immobile. Since the last time, the kiss has been too intense. He kissed her for a considerable amount of time before gazing into her eyes. He was addicted to them, and her flavour was too sweet.

Meesha Kyle was trembling and struggling for oxygen. Words could not come out of her throat.

"You are delicious." He spoke before releasing her from his grasp. She gazed at his broad, robust back. He got in his car and drove off. That man was far too obnoxious and annoying.

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Myron Gray leaned back sipping red wine. His right hand was clutching the glass of red wine while his left hand was resting on the couch's arm. He was listening to the old and ugly man. His expressions were as haughty and disdainful as usual. In a grey suit and a black shirt, he looked like a king. His black shirt's top two buttons were undone as usual. He took a leisurely sip while gazing at Mr Wang, who was hesitantly seated at the front due to Myron Gray's flawless and lofty aura.

While standing next to Myron Gray, Assistant Mike was hearing the conversation seriously between Mr Wang and his terrific boss."

"I will transfer the contract to the Gray Group, I should not, however, be cropped." By wiping sweat from his forehead, Mr Wang said holding his breath. Myron Gray gave him a serious look before cracking a small smile.

If Mr Wang will be honest, he won't run into any problems in the future."

Mr Wang gulped in terror. He was ready to give the Gray Group the federal contract. But, he did not want him to lose his position as a result of his dishonesty.

"Mr Wang"

A heavy voice suddenly burst into Mr Wang's ears. In a fog, he peered up next to him.

Raymond was staring at her coldly. August and Liza were standing next to him with bright smiles.

"We have brought her here, Mr Wang. Why don't we deal?" Liza exclaimed joyfully. Mr Wang turned to look at Myron Gray, who was leisurely savouring his wine. Mr Wang stood up from the couch gritting his teeth.

"What brings you guys here? Can't you see who I'm seated next to?" Glaring at Raymond, he tried to suppress his unhappiness with his voice.

He was in an important discussion with Myron Gray. He could never dare to make him unhappy.

"What about our deal?"

Mr Wang pulled a card from his pocket and handed it to Raymond.

"Send her to this room." He tried his best to lower his voice so that Myron Gray would not be able to hear him.

"When will you give our money?" Raymond questioned foolishly.

Assistant Mike looked at the man who was leisurely enjoying the tasty wine.