Chapter 11 Boyfriend
She wasn't sure, really, if Magnus would take her back to David. After all, she had just cracked David's head open with an ashtray, and the thought of falling back into his clutches sent chills down her spine.
David was notoriously vindictive in the city, carrying grudges like badges of honor.
Her dress, already torn by David's aggressive hands earlier in the night, left most of her alabaster shoulder and collarbone exposed. Now, she found herself collapsed onto Magnus's lap, her hands desperately clinging around his neck, her kisses fervent and striving.
Magnus gripped her wrists, trying to push her away.
"Don't leave me behind..." she pleaded, her voice trembling weakly.
A tear rolled down, landing on Magnus's lips. Juniper had been pushed to her limits; he should have savored the sweet taste of retribution.
And yet, the bitterness that filled his mouth just tightened his chest inexplicably.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
Someone rapped at the car window.
Frowning, Michael called out coldly, "You think you can just knock on Mr. Blackwood's car like that?"
"Mr. Michael, sorry! I saw Miss Beaumont get into this car. She just bashed David's head in, and he's fuming. He ordered us to bring her back, no matter what."
Michael glanced out the window dismissively, "Oh, is that so? I thought I saw Juniper running off that way just a minute ago. You better go catch her."
The bodyguard was momentarily stunned. Mr. Michael's ability to bluff was truly something else.
"But Mr. Michael, I clearly saw..."
"Mr. Blackwood is in a hurry," Michael interjected with finality. "Don't block the way. You know better."
With that, he rolled up the window, shutting them out.
In the backseat, Juniper clutched at Magnus's shirt, her fingertips white with tension. Her fair skin against the dark fabric of his shirt was a striking contrast.
Pressed into the seat by her weight, Magnus was beneath her. Their breaths mingled awkwardly in the confined space of the backseat. Juniper's eyes were misty and red, silently fixed on him, not daring to breathe too heavily. In those wet eyes, there was a clear plea for help, and her grip on his shirt was shaking.
It was only after Michael had diverted David's men that Juniper allowed herself a subtle sigh of relief.
Suddenly, she was flung onto the leather seat.
This time, she was underneath, with Magnus towering above her.
His imposing stature enveloped her, his gaze sharp and intimidating: "Using me to dodge David, Juniper, do you know the cost of exploiting me?"
This dangerous version of Magnus was unfamiliar to Juniper.
Instinctively, she shrank back, but the car’s confined space trapped her on the back seat, leaving her nowhere to escape.
Magnus leaned in, his body overshadowing hers.
His handsome face, one that could turn heads, drew closer…
Drugged and breathless, Juniper felt heat radiate from her body, her chest heaved dramatically, and the tattered remains of her dress hung limply from her frame after their struggle.
The car was dimly lit, the warm orange glow of streetlights flickered through the window, casting ambiguous shadows.
Their silhouettes intertwined, nearly merging into one.
She was a vision of allure, all curves and grace.
Her hands pressed against his chest, her eyes extremely red as she clung to her last shred of sanity, "Magnus, not here, I’m begging you."
A hotel would be better than this, at least.
Michael was still driving up front.
She didn't want to lose her last bit of dignity in front of someone she knew.
But Magnus just laughed coldly.
He pinched her chin, leaned down to her ear, and in the gentlest tone, spoke the most mocking words, "Juniper, didn't you come to me willingly? What's this act now?"
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