Chapter <b>322 </b>Not a Whore
“That’s bullshit!” Emelie snapped. She knew she couldn’t match wits with William
Forced to exin herself, she pressed on, “Why didn’t refuse with so many people around?
“If I had embarrassed him in front of everyone, someone like him, someone like <b>you</b>, wouldn’t just let it slide. You’d retate, wouldn’t <b>you</b>?”
She understood all too well how <b>these </b>powerful men operated
They could charm and tter when it suited them, but cross them and <b>they </b>could barn vindictives
Hadn’t she learned that lesson <b>from </b>ham?
Otherwise, why would she have left her sick mother in Capebatt City and fledto Weston?
Upon hearing Emelte’s exnation, William’s demeanor softened, and his tone eased up
‘ve covered the tab for this private room tonight. If you need anything–money, connections, a ce to stay–Juste to me.”
Come to him? What exactly did he think their rtionship was?
Emelie held her breath, setting a chance to push him away. But <b>as </b>soon <b>as </b>she <b>managed </b>to create a slight gap between them, he swiftly closed in again, pinning her firmly <b>against</b>
the wall
Emelie seethed with anger. “William, your talk is as empty as your promises. Didn’t you <b>fucking </b>swear you wouldn’t bully me?
William sidestepped. “I footed the hill for your room, and that’s bullying? And where’d you pick up such <bnguage</b>? From <b>Charles</b>?”
“You’re the one mimg Charles. That’s right. You’re copying him, aren’t you? Inele used, voicing her earlier suspicion, and William stayed silent.
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Emelie was utterly confused. “Why? Why are you doing this?” she demanded.
True to form, William evaded <b>a </b>direct answer.
Fressing his firm <b>body </b>against hers, he lowered his head.
His voice was rough as he whispered in her ear, <b>“</b>Angel <b>you </b>owe me. When are you going <b>to </b>settle your debe?*
Each time he called her “angel“, Emelie’s heart clenched painfully, as if struggling to breathe.
To others, “angel” might signify a lover, petrend, or wife. But to <b>him</b>, it was <b>a </b>maniptive <b>tactic </b>to coerce her into allowing him to proceed further.
He was just after her body
Was that what he meant by saying she owed him? Was his recent strange behavior all because she had denied him at Lakeside vi?
As he pressed against her<b>, </b>Emelie could feel <b>his </b>arousal, But <b>she </b>no longer bought into the Hea that giving in once would make him leave her alone.
This man was intent on trapping her.
Emelie drew <b>in </b><b>a </b>deep <b>breath </b><b>and </b>spoke, “William, <b>I’m </b>not a whore.”
“Who said you were he responded softly, brushing his lips against her ear.
Emelle clenched her fists, Eighting the urge to push him away aggressively.
Through gritted teeth, she continued, “If that’s not how you see me, then stop treating me this way.
“I won’t have casual sex. only <b>have </b>intimate rtionships with my boyfriend, fiance, oc husband”
William pased, taking in her words.
Emelle pressed on, “If you’re going to take a page from Charles <b>and </b>pursue <b>me</b>, then you better take a page from his book on self–restrainttoo
“Cuttes with all <b>those </b>women–Daphne, Patricia, Elena If you can do that, maybe I’ll consider letting you pursue me.”
In the dim light, Emeke couldn’t make out William’s expression.
She avoided looking at his face, dreading the possibility of seeing mockery or disbebel.
Who <b>was </b>she to demand such a change from him?
William probably found <b>her </b>audacityughable, maybe even beleving her illness had worsened, leading to these delusions.
But <b>none </b>of that mattered now Emelie had spoken her mind.
William loosened his grip on Emelie, <b>and </b>she took the opportunity to push him away, fix her clothes, and stride back into the private room without looking back
He didn’t follow<b>, </b>nor did he <b>show </b>up for the rest of the night,
Later, Emilie figured out how William had suddenly appeared on their tenace–be had been in the adjacent private room.
The two rooms with garden terraces were connected, separated by <b>a </b>narrow gap, eight stories above the ground.
William waspletely unhinged, crossing over directly.
It was unfazed <b>by </b><b>the </b>darkness and the dense foge. After all, he could have tripped <b>and </b>fallen straight down from the eighth floor.