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"Scoundrel!" Susan slapped Seb hard.
The slap echoed, and Seb's eyes darkened.
His icy stare made Susan shiver. He then shoved her onto the desk.
Her face pressed against the wood, body sprawled, and her stomach hurt from the desk's edge.
"Seb, you bastard, what are you doing?" Susan yelled, but her voice wavered.
Seb twisted her arm behind her back, pinning her down. She couldn't move and felt like her arm might break.
"What am I doing? Teaching you to be submissive!" Seb growled.
Realizing his intent, Susan was both mortified and furious. She tried to kick him with her high heel.
But Seb's large hand gripped her waist.
Susan felt desperate, knowing that resisting would only make things worse.
The pain nearly made her faint, but she didn't scream, knowing it was useless. Cursing wouldn't help either.
Seb thrived on resistance and cursing, becoming more ruthless.
Susan bit her lip, her face distorted against the desk. She silently prayed, 'Please let this end quickly.'
She could smell the roses in the vase on the desk. The vase wobbled from Seb's movements.
Finally, with a low growl, Seb let her go.
Tears fell silently as Susan slowly got off the desk, feeling like she was falling apart.
She steadied herself and looked at Seb, who was fastening his belt.
His white shirt was wrinkled, sweat covered his forehead, and his expression was lazy. The rage in his eyes was replaced by satisfaction.
Susan hated that look; it humiliated her.
Anger swelled in her chest. She noticed the crystal vase on the desk.
She quickly grabbed it and smashed it towards Seb's head with all her strength.
Seb was stunned and didn't dodge. The vase hit him squarely.
Susan's hand trembled, causing the vase to be slightly off target.
Seb didn't move, not even blinking.
The vase struck his shoulder, water and flowers flying out. The crystal shattered on the carpet.
Susan saw Seb's shirt half-soaked, a cut on his jaw dripping blood onto his white shirt.
But Seb didn't care and he didn't even glance at his injury. Instead, he smiled faintly and said, "If it makes you feel better, you can hit me again."
Hearing Seb's nonsense, Susan was livid. She pointed at him and snapped, "You're out of your mind!"
"Whatever you say. I wish I were," Seb replied, sinking into the sofa. He lit a cigarette, smoke curling above him.
Susan noticed a rare hint of sadness in Seb's expression, unlike his usual self.
Ignoring any thoughts of Seb's mental state, she grabbed her bag and yelled, "Seb, you're a bastard! I never want to see you again."
She stormed out of the luxurious suite.
Outside the Caesar Grand Hotel, Susan felt exhausted, her lower body aching.
As she exited the revolving door, she realized she wasn't wearing any panties. In her fury, she had left them behind.
No way was she going back for them. The thought of what had just happened made her both angry and ashamed. Seb had raped her twice in a few days.
Feeling weak, she walked a bit and found a bench by the roadside to sit down.
She sat there, staring blankly, unable to process what had just happened.
Rubbing her face, she felt lost. How was she supposed to move on?
If Seb wanted to make trouble for her, peace was out of the question.
'Would mehave to abandon everything and move to another city?' The thought made her frown.
Seb's visit seemed odd, like he came to Lindell Harbor just to satisfy his needs.
But with his status, he could have any woman. Why come to her? It made no sense.
Susan knew wealthy men often cheated, but Seb wasn't usually like that. He was with Cynthia. Why come to her now?
What was going on? What did Seb want? She couldn't figure it out and concluded he must be unstable.
Thinking back to when she hit him with the vase and he didn't dodge, she wondered if he had lost his mind. It's human instinct to avoid harm, but Seb seemed resigned.
But wasn't he too young for dementia? Susan silently prayed, 'Seb, get your sanity back!'
His earlier words made her heart ache. He said she could hit him again if it made her feel better. Had he been through some trauma?
Closing her eyes in frustration, all she could see was Seb's blood dripping onto his white shirt.
The sight of the bright red blood was shocking, and her heart ached a little.
But then she told herself, 'Seb brought this on himself. Don't feel sorry for him. If it happens again, I'll smash his head open!'
'Seb, I hate you!'
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