My hands are shaking while holding the wine glass. I watched Clinton's movement as he put all the food on the table.
I wanted to back out but I don't think he will allow me to leave his place.
"Relax Lauren," he uttered and laughed. He raised his wine glass asking for a toast.
"How can I make sure that you will help Andrew?" I asked him. He smirked and took another sip from his glass.
"You're impatient Lauren," he commented and reached for my hand. My heart started beating erratically when I felt his touch.
"Don't touch me please," I begged and tears fell on my eyes non-stop.
"Why?" he asked and move closer. He started caressing and after a while, he held my chin
"Please don't," I kept on begging with tears in my eyes but he didn't listen he kept on touching me and I wanted to puke
