Chapter 27 Michael! Don't force me to hate you!
"Elizabeth, do you know where this is? This ain't no diner, it's the Elysium Club, a place for drinking. And the floor you're on is where men have their fun" Michael had already rolled up next to her. "One last time, Elizabeth, why the hell are you here?"
Elizabeth tried to keep her cool while her heart was racing.
"Seriously? I had no clue. Must've hit the wrong floor. I'll bounce now." She turned, fumbling with the door.
Michael had already wheeled himself over to the table. "Since you're here, might as well have a drink with me."
"Why should I? I told you, I don't drink! And even if I did, it wouldn't be with you!" Elizabeth shot back, stubborn as ever.
Michael poured himself a glass and took a slow sip.
"Remember what I said this morning? don't let me catch you lying. If I do, you won't like the consequences." His voice was ice-cold.
"Michael! Just 'cause we're married on paper doesn't mean you get to control me! You can't keep me locked up again!" Elizabeth yelled. Michael, are you even listening? What I do is my business, not yours!"
Michael kept sipping, his eyes cold and unblinking.
"It's the middle of the night, and you're here to drink with another man. That ain't my business?" Michael's voice cut through the air like a knife.
"Michael! I told you, I ain't drinking with other men! Open the door and let me out!" She was on the verge of losing it.
Michael was a lunatic, a demon, straight outta hell.
She decided to change her approach.
She licked her lips, choosing her words carefully, "Michael, I lied. I wasn't meeting classmates to revise our paper. But tonight, I really got something important to do."
"Oh, really? So important you had to lie?" he sneered.
"I didn't mean to lie. I just didn't think I had to explain everything to you."
"I'm still your husband. You made plans to drink with another guy and didn't think it was necessary to explain? Elizabeth, is this how you act as my wife?"
"I told you, I don't drink. How many times do I gotta say it?"
"Then tell me, who is this person?" Michael asked.
Elizabeth was stuck, "I only know him as Mr. F."
Michael laughed, but it was more anger than humor, "Elizabeth, you don't even know who he is, and you came here? What if he's a scammer?"
"I didn't come alone. Mr. Wilson is with me," she explained.
"Where is he?"
"He's on his way. He'll be here soon."
"Elizabeth, keep spinning your tales. See if you can fool yourself." As soon as he finished, he suddenly stood up from the wheelchair. Step by step, he walked towards Elizabeth.
Elizabeth held her breath, fear gripping her.
When did his legs get better?
Elizabeth's mind was a total mess. She couldn't think straight.
She just stared at him, watching him get closer and closer.
Her body was frozen, like she was paralyzed.
She watched helplessly as Michael closed in.
He reached out and grabbed her, and she fell onto the couch.
Michael pinned her against the back of the couch.
One hand was by her neck, the other holding a glass of wine, bringing it to her lips.
"Come on! Show me how you drink with other guys in a place like this," he sneered.
Elizabeth pushed the glass away, and it fell to the carpet with a soft thud.
Her defiance only made Michael angrier.
He grabbed her shoulder and shoved her hard onto the couch.
Elizabeth screamed and tried to sit up.
Michael loomed over her, pinning her down completely.
She couldn't move an inch.
"Michael, what are you doing? Get off me!" she shouted, panic in her voice.
Michael's eyes were like a predator's, cold and unyielding.
She trembled all over, fear coursing through her veins.
Elizabeth used all her strength to push him away, but he didn't budge.
"Michael! Don't be impulsive! Don't make me hate you!" she cried out.
Michael looked at her helpless state and said coldly, "Elizabeth, I thought you were braver than this."
Elizabeth was already sobbing softly.
Michael grabbed her chin harshly and said viciously, "If I don't teach you a lesson, will you never take my words seriously?"
With a ripping sound, her top zipper was pulled open.
Elizabeth clutched her clothes tightly, but Michael tore her arms away from her chest.
He pinned her slender wrists above her head with one hand, while the other tore open her shirt.
Buttons scattered everywhere.
A sudden chill hit her, and her skin broke out in goosebumps. She struggled to move her body.
She vaguely heard Michael let out a low groan.
Elizabeth felt deeply humiliated.
Her white lace underwear was completely exposed to Michael.
Michael looked at the delicate body beneath him.
The friction between their bodies made him react physically.
Feeling his change, he growled, "Don't move!"
His voice had a barely noticeable huskiness.
He looked down at her collarbone, her skin glistening.
The next second, his large hands unconsciously grabbed her bra strap and tore it off.
Elizabeth gasped, "Michael, stop! Do you know what you're doing?"
Michael's large hands covered her chest, squeezing hard, "I'm showing you the price of lying to me."
Elizabeth's hands, pinned above her head, struggled in vain.
Michael's grips on her wrists were like a vice, immobilizing her.
She sobbed softly.
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