Chapter 832 He Hasn't Arrived Yet
"Okay," Dean slurred, his breath reeking of booze as he stared blankly at Susan.
Susan was freaking out. Even after leaving the elevator, her phone was dead silent.
She cursed in her head, 'Damn Seb, is he really not coming? What am I gonna do if he bails? Once I get in that room, it's game over.'
While Susan was still torn, Dean had already shoved her into the room.
The suite at the Hilton was as swanky as ever, with a killer night view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Dean locked the door behind them, making Susan's heart skip a beat.
Dean then lunged forward, grabbing Susan and trying to kiss her.
"What are you doing? Let go of me!" Susan struggled and yelled in panic.
But Dean was on cloud nine. "Babe, what are we waiting for? Let's get this party started!"
"Didn't you promise not to rush?" Susan was grossed out by the stench coming from Dean's mouth.
Dean chuckled. "Babe, I can't help it. Don't worry, as soon as the mall opens tomorrow, I'll take you shopping! Whatever you want, it's yours!"
Dean kept making promises while holding Susan tight. He was too heavy for her to push away.
With no other choice, Susan decided to switch tactics.
She reached out, caressing Dean's shoulder with a smile. "Mr. Palmer, shouldn't you let me take a shower first? This isn't very romantic!"
Hearing this, Dean immediately agreed, "Yeah, I picked a room with a double bathtub. Let's shower together?"
Susan felt a wave of desperation wash over her.
She said flatly, "It's our first meeting, I'm a bit shy!"
"What's there to be shy about? You're not a virgin, right?" Dean said with a sleazy grin.
Susan softly replied, "Can't you be a little more considerate?"
"Alright, go ahead, but be quick!" Dean reluctantly let go of her.
Susan quickly turned to run to the bathroom, but Dean reached out and pinched her butt hard.
Susan yelped in pain.
Dean laughed heartily.
Susan shot him a glare before turning and entering the bathroom.
After locking the door, she leaned against it, finally taking a breath of relief.
"That damn creep!" Susan cursed at the door.
She turned on the shower, letting the sound of water fill the room.
Then, she quickly opened her bag and took out her phone.
When she checked it, there were no messages from Seb.
Disappointed and anxious, Susan paced back and forth in the bathroom. Seeing the large, luxurious double bathtub, she felt helpless.
In desperation, she sent multiple texts to Seb, hoping to force him to act.
Susan: [Seb, even if I'm not your wife anymore, I'm still the mother of your kids. Can you really just do nothing?]
Susan: [Are you coming or not?]
Susan: [Hurry up and get here!]
Susan: [Seb, you jerk!]
Susan: [Seb, if you don't come, I'll jump out the window!]
Her eyes fell on the small window in the bathroom. The night outside was pitch black.
Susan sat alone by the bathtub, the small window open, letting in the chilly night breeze.
Wearing only a short skirt, she shivered and hugged her exposed arms.
As time passed, Susan's heart sank deeper into despair.
It seemed Seb really wasn't coming. She'd have to handle this mess herself tonight.
Then, Dean's impatient voice came from outside. "Hey babe, it's been half an hour. You done yet?"
"Just a little longer!" Susan shouted back.
"Hurry up!" Dean banged on the door loudly.
Susan frowned, glancing at the small window. She thought, 'I can't jump out; I still have two kids to take care of. Without Seb, I have to face this on my own!'
After a while, Dean lost all patience, banging on the door and shouting, "Are you done yet? If you don't come out, I'll kick the door down!"
The door was made of glass and could easily be broken. Susan knew she couldn't hide in there forever, and hiding wasn't a solution anyway.
Susan stood up, pulling her short skirt down as much as possible, and resolutely walked to the door, opening it.
As soon as she stepped out, Dean lunged at her. "Babe, I've missed you so much!"
Disgusted, Susan pushed him away. "Don't touch me!"
She then turned and quickly walked towards the door.
Dean, stunned for a moment, quickly reacted and blocked her path. "Where do you think you're going?"
"I don't want to play with you anymore. I'm going home. Move!" Susan tried to push Dean away.
But Dean wasn't so easily dismissed.
He immediately sneered. "You think you can mess with me? Do you even know who I am?"
"Sex should always be consensual between both parties. I don't consent now. If you force me, it's illegal!" Susan warned him righteously.
Hearing this, Dean burst into laughter. "Ms. Wilson, dressed like that, coming with me from the hotel lobby to the room, who would believe you didn't consent? I'm telling you, once you're in this room, you won't leave until I'm satisfied!"
Hearing this, Susan took a step back, fear in her eyes.
Seeing her fear, Dean immediately threatened. "Even if you're unwilling, you can't accuse me. In the end, people will just think we couldn't agree on a price!"
Susan knew Dean was right. If he raped her, no one would believe she was unwilling; they would just think she was after money.
Seeing that threats wouldn't work, Susan charged forward, pushing Dean aside, trying to leave.
But Susan was no match for Dean.
The next moment, Dean grabbed her wrist with one hand and her dress collar with the other. With a forceful pull, her already low-cut dress was torn.
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