Chapter 3
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"You know what I hate the most?" The man's bloodshot eyes glared at me as he spoke through heavy breaths.
"Ahem... ahem..."
Pamela's throat was squeezed, leaving her unable to say anything but cough.
"Since you're asking for death, I'll fulfill your wish."
With that, Parker grabbed her arm and dragged her into the bedroom, then threw her onto the bed.
"Hey, what... what the f**k are you doing?"
Pamela was startled and quite terrified by Parker.
He pulled off his tie with one hand and with the other pressed a button on the remote control to close the curtains, and instantly the room fell into complete darkness.
As a tearing sound came out of the darkness, Pamela's clothes was destroyed by Parker.
"You asshole, get off me!"
Despite the fact that she had a ninth-den of Black Belt in Taekwondo, Pamela was defenseless against Parker at this moment.
"You drugged me, why bother to pretend you don’t want me..."
"What the f**k? I'm here for... for the money."
Pamela resisted, but when her delicate fingers touched Parker's skin, she felt how burning hot he was.
Drugged?
She suddenly realized what was going on, but when she tried to get up and escape, it was already too late.
The man caught her, and he was annoyed by her crying, so he shoved his tie into her mouth. "Shut your mouth."
That night, the man went crazy and did it non-stop, realising his lust on her.
Holy s**t.
Was it because Parker had so much energy or that damn drug was too strong?
In Pamela's heart, she cursed Parker and his ancestors in all generations.
......
The next day.
Pamela woke up and realized it was already noon.
Lying in bed, she moved her body and felt how sore her body was, as if she had been beaten ruthlessly, and her body was extremely sticky.
Pamela sat up and scanned around the bedroom. But she found Parker was nowhere, and there were clean clothes neatly placed on the bedside table.
She quickly got up and rushed to the bathroom to wash up. Without having time to remove her makeup, she walked out of the bedroom and wanted to confront Parker.
But as she stepped out of the bedroom, she noticed a strange man sitting on the couch in the living room.
"I'm Chase, Parker's assistant," he introduced himself before Pamela could say anything.
"Where's that asshole Parker? He f****d me last night and then wen on MIA? Is he not going to take responsibility?" Pamela cursed angrily, suppressing the fire in her chest.
Asshole?
Chase was taken aback.
Ignorance was a bliss.
Not bothering to argue with her, he pointed to a box of pills on the table and said, "Boss offered two options: either take the birth control pills and f**k off from New York, or die! Pamela, it's up to you."
He already knew her name, which meant he must have done some research on her.
Pamela's heart skipped a beat. She could feel Parker's ruthlessness now and couldn't help but get scared and anxious.
Instantly, her arrogance extinguished.
She pursed her lips. "Um... I... I want to see Parker. I saved his life, how can he repay me like this?"
Hearing this, Chase sneered, "I'm sick of hearing these shitty lies. Do you really think boss will believe you?"
"I'm telling the truth. That day..."
"Pamela!"
Chase ran out of patience. "Don't push your luck. Or don't blame me for not being polite."
Buzz---
At that moment, the elevator doors opened.
Pamela thought it would be Parker, but to her surprise, an elegant elderly lady with white hair but an air of dignity walked out accompanied by two attendants.
Chase greeted her, "Madam Charlotte."
Charlotte entered and glanced at Chase. "What are you doing?"
"Madam, I'm just taking care of some private matters for the boss," Chase replied honestly.
Charlotte pointed to the box of birth control pills on the table and said, "Is your so-called private matter about getting rid of my great-grandchild of the West family?"
Pamela's eyes widened in disbelief. What great-grandchild?
Following Charlotte's gaze, she looked at the box of pills and couldn't help but wonder if the 'great-grandchild' Charlotte mentioned was inside of her...
No, it was the thing that asshole left inside her yesterday, right?
"This is what the boss wants."
"Hmph, if he has something to say, let that little bastard come to me."
Charlotte turned towards Pamela, her serious face instantly transforming into a gentle and kind smile. She asked, "You're Pamela?"
Pamela didn't like Parker, nor was she indifferent regarding Charlotte. But to be polite, she asked, "What can I do for you, ma'am?"
"Although you're not much to look at, dear, but you know the sweet words." Charlotte's delighted smile appeared from Pamela's use of 'ma'am.’
Since Pamela disguised her original fair skin and good looking with darker make up, thick eyebrows and many blemishes on her face, she looked quite plain.
Charlotte affectionately grabbed her hand and said, "Darling, as an old woman, I just want to have a great-grandchild. I've investigated you and know that your parents are in the hospital, and you work hard to support the family. You're a good kid. So as long as you're willing to help me have a child for the West family, I'll agree to any conditions."
Pamela was shocked with wild-open eyes and pulled her hand away from Charlotte as if she was electrocuted. "No, no, no, ma'am. I know you want a great-grandchild for the West family, but this is your family matter and has nothing to do with me."
What kind of f****d-up joke was this? Just because she f****d Parker, she had to give birth to a child for the West family?
Who the f**k did they take her for?
That was too hasty!
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