Mesmerized and Attached

Chapter 5 Are You a Wolf Dog?

Stella's POV:

James smiled smugly and asked for my address.

Layla had assumed control of our family's property, emerging as wealthy and influential. Dealing with her was beyond me, but the man beside me...

I stole a glance at his profile. The colorful neon lights shone on his handsome face, making him more mysterious and attractive.

"Are you obsessed with me?" James' deep voice broke the silence in the car.

"A lot of women should be fascinated by you. After all, this is an age where looks matter," I teased with a snort.

In a good mood, James tapped his long, slender fingers rhythmically on the steering wheel and asked, "What about you?"

I sneered at him as a response.

James reached out his hand.

I hastily retreated in alarm. "What are you doing?"

His arms were so long that I was forced to press against the car door.

But still, his hand firmly covered my cheek, and his low voice was very magnetic. "If you admit that you have a crush on me, I will consider prolonging our relationship."

With his warm palm, his gentle caresses on a woman's face were undoubtedly addictive. But I realized the danger and slapped his hand away without hesitation. "We have nothing to do with each other!"

The car braked suddenly to a stop. I was caught off guard, and my face hit the front window, which hurt my bones.

Before I could pay attention to the pain on my face, my elbow was wrenched upwards with tremendous force, driving me back into the seat. The next second, a massive and weighty figure loomed over me.

James slipped his hand beneath my coat. "Does the s*x in the office mean nothing to you? Are you that dissolute?"

I gasped in pain, but his insulting words irritated me even more. So, I raised my hand and slapped him, creating a loud noise.

James froze for a moment, gazing at me in shock and disbelief. He probably had never been treated like this since childhood.

The Laurent family was powerful and prestigious. It was said that their servants would be received by the supermarket managers when purchasing groceries.

As the heir, James was undoubtedly treated with endless respect.

I was scared. While my mind went blank, I was kissed out of the blue.

In a fit of anger, James gripped me tightly, rendering my limbs immobile. His kiss was as aggressive and violent as a whirlwind.

Out of breath, I made a frantic attempt to dodge backward, but the leather seat was immovable.

I bit his shoulder immediately, trying to help him regain his senses.

To my disappointment, James screamed in pain but remained on top of me.

He fixed his eyes on me in amazement and asked, "Are you a wolf dog or something?"

I said nothing, my breaths ragged as I returned his gaze with a fierce glare.

Finally, James chuckled, "Your furious look is quite cute."

He was more charming when he laughed. Yet, no matter how stunningly handsome he was, I didn't want to stay with him for another minute.

James, a great danger, was beyond my control. I had already paid the price of my impetuosity in entering the car, and now I felt nothing but deep regret.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and tried to open the car door.

But James instantly approached me. Then, he pushed me back into the seat, fastened my seat belt, and said seriously, "Sit still. We haven't arrived yet!"

"I'll go back by myself!" My voice was hoarse because of my desperate struggle just now.

"If you keep resisting, I won't mind doing it in the car!"

With lingering fear, I didn't dare to move.

Only then did I discover that I was naive. This world was far from as simple as I had ever imagined.

When the car reached the apartment rented by Sheila, I got out at once.

That night, sleep eluded me. Staring at the ceiling, I thought of many plans, but they were all full of loopholes.

When I finally grew drowsy, the apartment door opened. I rose and prepared to greet Sheila, but a man's voice halted me in my tracks.

*****

I got up on time at 5:50 in the morning, ready for work. But the comfortable room caught me off guard. Staring at it for a long time, I finally realized that I was out of prison.

Unable to go back to sleep, I went to the refrigerator to gather some ingredients for breakfast.

Given my lack of culinary skills, I opted to bake some bread and warm up two cups of milk instead.

Then, I saw Sheila wake up, and there was no man in her room.

I asked, "I thought I heard you brought a man back last night."

She smiled. "Yes, he left at four o'clock. His fiancée keeps a close eye on him, so he can't risk staying out all night. He has to go back, no matter how late it is."

With a piece of bread in my mouth, I forgot to bite it for a long time.

"Why are you so surprised?" Sheila sat down opposite me and laughed heartily. "We each get what we need. It's normal."

Somehow, I thought of James. I sought his assistance to take revenge, but what could I do for him? To help him sell his houses? No, there were plenty of beautiful saleswomen for that. Did he require a murderer like me to satisfy his lust? Impossible! Struggling for words, I finally said, "Be careful."

"Don't worry. It's okay."