Chapter 20
“She wouldn’t do that!” Will yelled. “She wouldn’t do that to me!”
“I hate to be the one to tell you,” Bryan lamented.
“Then you should have kept your mouth shut,” Derek added.
“When did it happen?” Will asked, venom oozing from his every pore. His friends didn’t answer. They looked around at each other, wishing that they were anywhere else.
“When?” Will shouted.
“Last night!” Alex shouted back. “I happened last night, man. I’m sorry.”
Will sank back into his seat, his head falling into his hands. Emma was almost afraid to breathe. What was happening here?
“Why did you even say anything?” Alex reprimanded Bryan.
“Because he’s got a right to know!”
“Yeah, but you couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”
The three friends stared at Will. He was breaking down in front of them.
“How did you know?” he asked.
“There was a party last night,” Bryan said.
“Dude, shut up,” Derek muttered under his breath, but Bryan didn’t listen.
“He proposed and she said yes,” Bryan finished.
“You guys were fucking there?” Will roared. He grabbed a bottle and motioned as though he was going to throw it, but Emma snatched it from him.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she shouted. “Is this what you were like when you were with her? No wonder she left!”
“No, Emma, you don’t understand,” Alex said, his flirty attitude gone.
“I think I do. William is a coward. He’s too afraid to feel anything so he hides behind money and booze and women!” Emma shouted, emboldened by the alcohol.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Derek tried to intervene.
“Stay out of this, Derek,” Will warned.
“Three years, you said?” Emma laughed. “Three years and you can’t move on? You’re pathetic.” Emma looked at Will’s friends. “You know he called me Grace the night we met?”
Will stared at her with fire in his eyes.
“You’re nothing but an arrogant, self-centered…” Will grabbed Emma and pulled her for a scorching kiss. He hated that despite all of his efforts to control her, she wouldn’t submit to him. She always found some small way to defy him. For a moment, Emma wanted to rip his clothes off and just let him have his way with her. Her hands wound into his hair, and she plastered herself onto his body. She was drowning in hatred and passion, but then remembered where she was. And that they weren’t alone.
“Get off of me!” She disentangled herself from him and shoved him away.
Will launched himself at her again, but she slapped him hard across the face.
“Oh, shit!” one of Will’s friends exclaimed.
“I hate you!” she screamed at him.
“Don’t you go acting like you’re so innocent!” he yelled back. “As if you didn’t love all the things I’ve done to you! Like you aren’t using me too!”
“Fuck you!” Emma cursed at him.
“You have! Don’t forgot, you are mine now! I own you!” He grabbed, but Emma pushed him away again. Will’s friends watched on in horror at the scene unfolding before them. They weren’t sure who to be scared for: Will or Emma.
“Don’t touch me!” Emma shoved him again. Adrenaline tears rolled down her eyes. How did she end up here? Fighting in a bar with a man in front of his friends? Who was she? Emma hardly knew herself, but she couldn’t back down. She’d gone too far now.
"Don't pretend as if you're pure and innocent." Will pulled her over. Although he was drunk, he was freakishly strong!
"I'll fuck you right here and right now," Will's eyes looked absolutely dangerous, "Let them have a look at your body. It's the order from your master,"
He pinched her jaw, but wouldn't stop, she could feel the pain gradually. Her tears started to stream.
"You bastard, pervert!" she cursed him with a sobbing voice. But she was so terrified inside, She couldn't imagine what it would be like to be humiliated by him in front of other people.
"Yes, I am a bastard." He turned around and swept away the wretched bottles and glasses on the table and then put her on the table.
He was ruthless and nasty, with no mercy.
How stupid she was! She should just went away and leave him here drinking until die!
Emma's skirt was ripped off by Will all of sudden. She screamed and covered her chest, tears started to fall down. She bit her lips and stared at him with hatred: "You crazy bastard! You deserve to be abandoned!"
As soon as she finished her sentence, the look on his face changed immediately. He stared at her like he was going to kill her. With all the women been with him, including Grace, they were all soft and submissive to him, why this woman had the nerve to talk to him like this!
Alex, Bryan, and Derek watched them in shock. They had never seen Will in that sort of state before. He was completely irritational.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Bryan tried to soothe them. “Let’s dial it back a bit, yeah?”
“Yeah, let’s calm down.” Derek added.
“You two have had enough to drink,” Alex finalized.
“You guys need to leave,” Will said in a dangerous low tone.
“But, Will…” Bryan tried.
“Get out. Now!”
Will’s friends looked at him with sympathy and left. They were not sure if Emma could calm Will down especially he was angry at the moment. He had never been so furious like this.
Will slammed the booth door behind them, and turned his wild gaze onto Emma. He rushed up to her and continued ripping her clothes off. She pushed him back again.
“I said, don’t touch me! You’re such an asshole!”
“You sold yourself to me for six months!”
“Is that why you wanted me to grow my hair?” Emma gasped as realization dawned on her. “Why you picked out clothes for me? Why you took me to meet your grandfather? Were you trying to turn me into her? Into Grace?”
“You said you could be her!” Will shouted, throwing a glass on the floor.
“You can’t turn me into someone who doesn’t want you!”
Will reached for her again, lust, anger, and something Emma couldn’t place swirled in his eyes. Emma pushed him away again.
“I told you not to touch me!”
“You signed a contract! So, I can do whatever I want to you!”
“You are disgusting! I wish I’d never met you!”
Will laughed at her.
“You stopped my car! You wanted to come with me!”
Emma was furious. The atmosphere around was tense. Heat rolled off of them in palpable waves. They were drunk and part of her knew that they would regret this night. But right now, she didn’t care. She’d had enough of him talking down to her, belittling her, and using her. All she wanted, was to say something that would hurt him. Spurred on by the alcohol in her blood and the anger in her heart, she spewed venom at him.
“Get over yourself,” she spat at him. “This was never about you! I would have been content to have been run over that night. But when the car stopped and came back, I resolved then to ‘sell’ myself to anyone who had the money. Now I wish it had been anyone else!”
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