Chapter 273 He is actually the CEO of the Montague Group
Grace was totally freaked out by the dark, her quick breaths giving her away. She reached out, grabbing onto something, and it turned out to be Henry's arm. Her slender fingers dug into his clothes, clutching his firm bicep.
Next thing she knew, she was wrapped up in a warm hug.
Henry's hot breath tickled her ear as he whispered, "Are you really scared of the dark, or did you just want me to come over?"
Grace felt a mix of shame and anger. She always knew he had that playboy vibe.
She was terrified but didn't dare to scream. She knew the power dynamic between her and Henry. If she told anyone he harassed her, they probably wouldn't believe her.
She pushed with all her strength, but the difference between them was obvious.
Grace couldn't budge him. Instead, something hot pressed against her lips, followed by something wet and soft slipping into her mouth.
Henry was good, even though he was forcing her, he still made Grace feel a shiver run through her body, like electric currents. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, and it scared her.
In his arms, she felt helpless. When he skillfully held her, rubbed her, making her feel more comfortable, the hallway lights suddenly flicked on.
At that moment, Grace felt deeply ashamed. She was actually kissing Henry in the hallway, and he even touched her body. His hand was still inside her loose T-shirt, holding her breast.
Grace's voice trembled. "Take your hand away."
Henry's handsome face was tense. In fact, there was another part of him that was even more tense. If it weren't for considering her feelings, he would want to make love to her right now, even in such a simple place. But he couldn't!
He stared at her with desire, asking, "Didn't you feel good just now?"
Grace turned her face to the side. "I'm not that kind of woman, and I won't sleep with a man for $500!"
Henry remained calm. "Then how much? $5,000, or $50,000?"
Grace was so angry she slapped him. She regretted it immediately after. She couldn't afford to offend Henry. What if he retaliated?
Actually, she didn't hit him hard, and Henry didn't mind.
He reached out and touched his face, his gaze deep. "Then how about $500 for a kiss?"
Grace didn't understand what he meant.
Henry took a step back, leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a couple of slow puffs, then looked up at her and chuckled, "Not going back? Are you waiting for me to continue?"
Grace hated him deeply in her heart. She didn't provoke him any further and quickly walked back to her room, locked the door, and leaned tightly against the door.
Even now, her legs were still weak.
She still remembered the scene when Henry kissed her. He held her very tightly, with a faint scent on him. When he touched her body, he liked to gently rub with his fingertips.
Grace suddenly covered her face, stopping herself from thinking further.
He had clearly forced her just now. How could she be mesmerized by him? Perhaps he had used this method on countless women before.
Grace decided to move out tomorrow. She didn't even dare to go out to buy bread, afraid he hadn't left yet. She sat on the small bed, silently starving.
About half an hour later, the front desk knocked on her door.
Grace opened the door, and the front desk's expression was quite complicated. She handed her a delicate food container and explained, "That rich guy just gave this. I didn't run for nothing; he gave me a $100 tip. It's the first time I've seen such a considerate guest."
The front desk couldn't help but ask, "Did you get his contact info? You can't let a guy like that slip away, but don't get emotionally involved. Just go for his money! A man like that is definitely married."
Grace took the food container silently. No matter how proud she was, she still needed to eat. After finishing the meal, she decided she would move to another place and never see him again.
She felt she had encountered a pervert. Otherwise, why would he target her? Grace shivered.
Two days later, she rented a super cheap studio apartment.
It was tiny, only 400 square feet, but the rent was a steal at $200 a month, and she could pay monthly. Grace felt pretty satisfied.
She tidied up and started job hunting, but it wasn't going well.
Without diplomas and transcripts, hardly any companies wanted to hire her. Later, she paid a $100 agency fee, and the agency hooked her up with a company that needed a general office worker. A degree and skills weren't super important, as long as she could use a computer and type. The monthly salary was $3,000.
For Grace, $3,000 would do just fine.
She went for an interview in the afternoon. She dressed up as best as she could, but as soon as she got in front of the building, she realized how shabby her outfit was.
The Montague Group building was massive.
In the lobby on the first floor, people were bustling around, all dressed to the nines. Everyone looked like an elite. Grace couldn't help but feel out of place.
A secretary-like person led her into a small reception room, and then there was a long wait. She waited inside for a full four hours before the door finally opened.
In walked the HR manager.
The manager was about 40 years old, impeccably dressed, and sat opposite Grace, casually flipping through her info.
After a while, she looked up and asked Grace, "Do you speak any foreign languages?"
Grace pressed her lips, "A little!"
The manager took out a document and handed it to her, speaking very indifferently, "These are different languages from three countries. Read them."
Grace glanced over it briefly. It wasn't difficult, so she read them all.
The manager was a bit surprised. She got up and left, telling Grace to wait there. About five minutes later, the manager returned, looking more serious than before. She said to Grace, "Follow me."
Grace felt a bit uneasy.
The manager slowed her pace and explained, "Mr. Montague needs a secretary. I recommended you to Celeste. Now I'm taking you for an interview. Remember, Mr. Montague prefers submissive subordinates."
Grace nodded but couldn't help saying, "I came to apply for a general office worker position."
The manager's expression darkened. After a while, she slowly said, "The salary in the CEO's office is much higher than downstairs. With such a good opportunity, why don't you seize it?"
Grace needed a job and didn't dare to say anything more.
As they spoke, they arrived at the CEO's office door. The manager knocked, and a deep voice came from inside, "Come in!"
The manager pushed the door open and told Grace to go in, saying, "Mr. Montague doesn't like to be disturbed."
When Grace came to her senses, she was already inside the office, her back against the door.
The office was elegantly decorated, exuding luxury and taste everywhere. Behind the dark wooden desk sat the CEO of the Montague Group. He was young and handsome, with an aura of strict abstinence.
It was him, the man who had forcibly kissed her. He was actually the CEO of the Montague Group.
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