Chapter 67 Losing Control After Getting Drunk
Albert placed his hands on either side of Yvette's head, firmly gripping her wrists, rendering her almost immobile.
Yvette struggled forcefully a few times but was firmly pinned beneath him. Feeling both ashamed and furious, Yvette called out, "Albert, let me go!"
Albert lowered his gaze and looked at her, his face dark and terrifying.
Unable to move, Yvette was extremely angry. "What are you doing, Albert?"
"Doing what I should."
Albert's voice was devoid of any desire, yet his hands began tearing at her clothes.
Realizing what he intended to do, Yvette immediately started to resist fiercely. "Let me go, Albert, are you crazy?"
The situation gradually spiraled out of control. She heard him whisper in her ear, "You said it yourself, that I treat you like a prostitute. If that's the case, then I'll act like a client."
His grip carried a punitive intent. He flipped her over, forcing her to lie face down with her face pressed into the soft bed, making it hard for her to breathe.
The next second, she felt his body pressing down on her, bearing his weight, and she could only weakly clutch the bedspread, feeling both nervous and panicked.
Albert's hands pinned down her struggling body, skillfully removing the restraint below her navel, only pulling it to a convenient position for him, effectively binding her resistance.
As he lifted her waist, the distance between them suddenly closed.
Yvette heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt behind her. Soon, she felt his proximity on her exposed skin.
His heavy breathing was right by her ear; the heat extinguishing her last hopes and affections.
She suddenly gave up struggling, lying motionless on the bed, letting him manipulate her.
Albert initially had to use force to restrain her, but when she suddenly stopped moving, his strength had nowhere to go, and his restraining actions ceased.
Their bodies were tightly pressed together, and if one ignored what had happened before, it might seem like a consensual act between adults.
But they both knew it wasn't.
He suddenly felt Yvette's body trembling, shaking silently.
She was crying.
In the empty room, Yvette's voice, filled with utter disappointment, echoed.
"Every time you're drunk, you come to have sex with me." Yvette sobbed, her tears soaking the white bedspread.
"If you love Violet so much, why did you have sex with me? Aren't you afraid of hurting Violet? No woman can accept a man who says he loves her while having sex with another woman." She paused and asked, "Albert, do you truly love Violet? If you really love Violet, then stop doing this."
The room was filled with Albert's suppressed heavy breathing and Yvette's pitiful sobs.
Yvette's words left Albert silent. After a long time, he rolled over and lay beside Yvette.
The impending storm finally abated.
Yvette felt the weight on her body lift as Albert let her go.
Her wrists still hurt from the restraint, and his belt buckle pressing into her lower back had left a numb, painful spot.
The physical discomfort was nothing compared to the suffocating feeling in her chest.
When he went crazy, only mentioning Violet could calm him down.
Yvette felt both wronged and unwilling.
Her two-years relationship meant nothing, indeed.
She had once thought she could accept that he only liked her body. She even shamelessly tried to use her body to keep him, always going to great lengths to accommodate his whims in bed.
But the truth proved she couldn't accept that he only loved her body. She would become increasingly greedy, leading to her ultimate downfall.
Albert's breathing steadied. He rubbed his head.
Perhaps feeling somewhat guilty, Yvette heard his low voice.
"I'm sorry."
The faint hoarseness carried emotions that were hard to decipher.
'Sorry for what? Sorry for treating me roughly, or sorry for not loving me?' Yvette thought.
