Josieâs graceful neck bore a resemblance to that of a noble swan, yet her expression remained stubborn and defiant.
Dexter was discussing the news with Morgan, Suddenly, she curved her lips into a smile. âConsider it a gift from me to you. Are you satisfied?â
As soon as these words left her mouth, the man in front of her boiled with rage. He leaned in closer, his thin lips so heated that Josie instinctively recoiled upon contact. âIf you have the audacity to act, you must also be prepared for the consequences.â
Startled, Josie took a step back. âThis is the Olsen Residence!â
âSo what?â Dexter laughed. It was summer, and Josie wore a skirt. When his large hand landed on her fair, long legs, she almost stumbled, instinctively reaching out to him for support.
âDexter! Iâll call the police!â Josie gritted her teeth, struggling to hide her own trembling.
She was turned around, a potted plant of considerable height concealing their unrestrained encounter.
Dexter held her firmly, his warm breath brushing against her. âIf I were to marry Heather, would you consider getting married too?â
Josie fought to control her trembling and her waning patience. âIâll send her the video of us in bed!â
Dexter rested his head against her shoulder, letting out a soft chuckle. âI didnât even know you had made videos. Youâre quite the entertainer, arenât you?â
Josieâs face turned a bright crimson, and her whole body tensed with the fear of being caught. Both the agony and ecstasy were amplified twofold.
âDo you think Morgan would still want you if he knew?â the man inquired calmly, his voice stifled by a grunt.
Josie sank her teeth into Dexterâs shoulder, causing blood to immediately seep through the pristine white shirt. âYouâre repulsive!â
Dexterâs grip on her throat tightened, his demeanor growing even more menacing. âDo you genuinely intend to marry him?â
âWhat difference does it make if I were to marry? Weâre already divorced!â
Upon hearing these words, he escalated his forcefulness. âIf you dare to marry, I wouldnât mind adding another child to the Bastille family,â he declared boldly.
Josieâs eyes narrowed, and she exerted all her strength to push him away. However, the more she pushed. the firmer his resistance became.
His large hand remained firmly on her waist, its grip tightening. Dexter spoke in a hushed tone. âLet it out.â
Josie clenched her teeth, adamantly refusing to utter a sound.
He forcefully inserted his fingers into her mouth, compelling her to open it. âIâve trained you; I understand your reactions better than you do. Screamâ
It had been quite some time since they had engaged in such an encounter. Suddenly, in this precarious situation, she could sense Dexterâs overwhelming desire, as though he wanted to consume her entirely.
Her voice quivered. âYou will regret this.â
When he heard this, Dexterâs fingertips gently brushed her cheek, âIf such a day ever arrives, I will kneel before you.â
That implied it was never going to happen.
Just then, a familiar voice emanated from outside, âWhereâs Mr. Russell?â
It belonged to a man. Arnold had returned.
Josieâs body grew even more tense.
The voice of a housekeeper followed, âMr. Carter, I just saw Mr. Russell heading to the rooftop.â
âThe rooftop?â Arnold inquired with confusion.
âHe was accompanied by Ms. Brandelâs friend.â
The moment these words were uttered, an eerie silence descended upon the atmosphere. Arnold said something, and the housekeeper departed. Then, the sound of footsteps ascending the stairs ensued.
Josie couldnât fathom the absurdity of such a rendezvous. She clutched Dexterâs arm tightly, where anger had visibly swollen his veins, and implored, âRelease me!â
He insisted more forcefully, âLet him see.â
Tears streamed uncontrollably down Josieâs face, âLet go!â
Without another word, the man gripped her chin and enveloped her lips in a passionate kiss. As their breaths became intertwined, only the muffled sounds of their encounter echoed throughout the rooftop.
At that moment, Dexter emanated a strong, aggressive aura, resembling an enraged beast.