Chapter 5 Explode
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Beverly slowly regained her senses, finding herself in a private room. Someone had shoved a few hangover pills into her mouth, and now the bitter aftertaste lingered on her tongue.
As her vision cleared, she saw him.
Elroy sat on the sofa, his long legs crossed, clad in a tailored suit that screamed quiet opulence. One hand rested casually on the armrest, while the other held a crystal wine glass. His sharp, aristocratic features were laced with a mocking smirk.
"Your drinking skills are... truly impressive," he drawled.
Gritting her teeth, Beverly pushed herself off the bed, ignoring the pounding headache. She rushed to the door, only to find it locked.
She spun around, anger blazing in her eyes. "You're really good at locking doors, Elroy."
Elroy's smirk deepened, his tone infuriatingly languid as he took another sip of wine.
He glanced at her and said casually, "If you leave now, you'll lose your job by morning. Besides, I saved your life."
His voice, smooth and rich like aged whiskey, carried an undeniable allure.
He wasn't wrong, and that truth dimmed her fury. But in its place, suspicion began to bloom.
Why would Elroy—of all people—save her? She was the traitor who had walked away from their relationship.
Beverly narrowed her eyes. She knew Elroy was a businessman and wouldn't do anything without expecting something in return. "So, what's the price for saving me?" she asked.
Elroy tilted his head, his gaze snapping to her face as if her bluntness had taken him by surprise.
Her cheeks were still faintly flushed from the alcohol, and stray strands of her messy hair framed her delicate features.
For a moment, the memory of a younger, more carefree Beverly flashed through his mind. Back then, they wouldn't doubt each other or propose any shady deals. Perhaps the both of them had changed over these years. They all moved on, yet Elroy still found her as irresistible as before.
Elroy tugged at his tie, betraying the heat simmering beneath. He stood and strode toward her, cornering her against the door. That familiar floral scent wafted up to him, intoxicating as ever. His gaze dropped to her lips, which quivered slightly with tension. "If you're going to put it like that," he murmured, "then my request remains the same: spend a few days with me."
Beverly's eyes widened, the suggestion hitting her like a slap.
She forced herself to breathe evenly. "Elroy, don't tell me you're still hung up on me."
His lips pressed into a thin line, her sharp retort catching him off guard. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Don't flatter yourself."
"Get lost!" she snapped, pushing against his chest.
But Elroy was faster. He swiftly caught her wrists and pinned them above her head.
"You—"
Beverly's words were cut off as his lips crashed onto hers, the kiss fierce and unrelenting.
Three years of bitterness and frustration poured into that kiss. He had hated her for taking the money his family had offered and leaving him.
Once, he had vowed that if he ever met Beverly again, he would definitely teach a good lesson.
But now, he had found a way to exact his revenge: by claiming her, body and soul, until escape was no longer an option.
"Elroy!"
Beverly finally shoved him off with all her strength, following up with a well-aimed kick that sent him sprawling onto the sofa.
She grabbed the room key from the table, flung the door open, and bolted.
"Beverly!"
Elroy's enraged shout echoed down the hallway.
"You're not getting away from me!"
The castle's corridors seemed endless as she sprinted through them, the spiral staircase twisting downward like a maze. Just as she reached a lower level, she glimpsed a familiar face through a half-open curtain. Sam and Eric were inside, gleefully competing to lick whipped cream off the chests of two hostesses.
'Like pigs at a trough,' Beverly thought bitterly.
Her anger, simmering for days, boiled over in an instant.
Everything she'd endured—the betrayal, the harassment, the humiliation—snapped her restraint like a dry twig.
'f**k them all. I've had enough!' she cursed inwardly.
She marched into the room and flipped their table, sending drinks and desserts crashing to the floor. The room fell silent as everyone turned to stare at her in shock. Without a word, Beverly spun on her heel and stormed out.
To hell with this job!
To hell with all of these bastards!
To hell with everything!
Back at the office, Beverly wasted no time. She called Jenna Goldwin, her high school friend who had recently invited her to join her company in Beltown.
The position was still available, and Beverly jumped at the opportunity. Within hours, she quit her job and booked the earliest flight. She didn't even bother packing—her small suitcase, a meager collection of belongings, sat untouched beneath her desk. She gently kicked it with a wry smile. Three years of sacrifice, and this was all she had to show for it.
Her phone buzzed incessantly with calls from unknown numbers.
Annoyed, Beverly turned it off.
But apparently, she couldn't wipe off all her traces. As she stepped out of her ride at the airport, she saw a black Bugatti waiting by the curb.
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