Chapter 104 You're a Bastard
"Let go of me!" Susan struggled, but Seb's grip only tightened. She was pinned against him, unable to move.
"What do you want, Seb?" Susan panted, her arms numb from the effort.
"To kiss you," Seb finally spoke, then pressed his lips to hers, silencing her protests.
"His kiss was fierce, making Susan feel powerless. She struggled to push him away but failed. Eventually, she gave in.
When she felt she might suffocate, Seb finally released her. Gasping for air, she leaned against his chest, his hand still holding her waist.
"You and George have nothing going on. Why not explain it to me?" Seb's deep voice was in her ear.
Susan was furious. "Why should I explain anything to you?"
Had Seb forgotten they were divorced? And he had Cynthia now. Why should she explain anything? The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.
Seb ignored her question. "Since our divorce, you haven't been in touch with Henry either. Did you never have anything with him, or have you already broken up?"
Susan's face turned pale with anger. Seb seemed serious, but why dig into this now?
To provoke him, she sneered, "Did you come here just to ask about my private life?"
"Yes, and no," Seb's eyes locked on hers.
Susan recklessly replied, "Fine, I'll tell you. I was interested in Henry at first, but not anymore. As for George, how do you know there's nothing between us? How do you feel about sharing the same woman?"
The phrase "sharing the same woman" had haunted her before, and it still stung.
Seb's brow furrowed, and his grip tightened, making her wince in pain.
"What are you doing? Let go of me!" Susan struggled.
Seb threw the phone to the floor in anger and gripped her waist with his other hand.
Fear flashed through Susan. Seb's eyes were terrifying, filled with a murderous gleam.
"I heard everything you and George said downstairs. You're still being stubborn. You have nothing with him, so why test my patience?" Seb's voice rose, almost shaking the room.
Susan's eyes widened in surprise. Right, she had just come in, and Seb had followed. Had he been waiting in the hallway for her?
Feeling a mix of shame and anger, Susan pounded on Seb's chest. "So what if there's nothing now? It could happen anytime if I want."
A scream echoed as Seb lifted her by the waist, tearing her dress. His eyes were wild, like a predator's. "Susan, you brought this on yourself!" he roared, throwing her onto the bed.
Susan had never seen Seb this terrifying. She instinctively retreated, her dress slipping further. She tried to pull it up, but it was no use.
Seb tossed his jacket and shirt aside, his intentions clear. Susan backed up until she hit the headboard. "Don't do anything crazy, or I'll—"
"Call the police? Go ahead!" Seb interrupted, his fury evident.
Susan was speechless as Seb pounced. "Even if I go to jail, I don't care!" he growled, tearing her dress.
"No! Seb, you bastard," Susan cursed, but it only made him more brutal.
Despite her futile efforts and hoarse curses, Seb was determined to break her. Yet, she remained unyielding, her defiance unwavering.
Seb underestimated her endurance. He tried all night to make her submit, but even as dawn broke, Susan gritted her teeth, her lips bleeding, until she finally passed out.
When she woke, she felt like she'd been hit by a truck. Her phone was ringing persistently on the floor. She struggled to reach it and answered.
"Miss Wilson, why haven't you come to work? Is something wrong?" Maria's voice asked.
Susan glanced at the clock; it was almost eleven. How had she slept so long?
"I have a cold. I'll take some medicine and be in this afternoon," Susan croaked, realizing her voice was hoarse.
Maria replied, "How about I ask Mr. Anderson to give you a day off? You sound really bad."
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