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Ryan reached for my hand. "Are you okay? Do you want me to follow you?"
"It's fine. I can handle myself."
My heels clicked onto the marble flooring as I made my way. I was sick of throwing up. The vomiting had lessened, but still got on my nerves. I turned around a corner.
Walking out of a restroom was a blond man. He wore his hair long, nearly shoulder-length. His blue eyes added to his princely look. I couldn't help but think he was gorgeous, but something about his demeanor, and the way he glanced over me irked my gut. He looked familiar—I might have met him before, somewhere, but nothing reminded me of anything in particular.
I made my way to brush past him. Then he smiled and said, "You're Scarlet Fontaine, aren't you? Riley’s secretary?"
With that, running away ceased to be an option. That would be plain rude. I acknowledged him with a short bow of my head. "Yes, and you are?" I offered a customary handshake.
Shaking my hand, he replied, "Wesley. Wesley Goodwill." He winked as he told me his name, but what was meant to be charming made me strangely more ill.
Goodwill? Recognition of his name made me part my lips in shock. He was one of the sons of the TTA international directors. I hadn’t heard much about him, but I could have seen him in one of the photos when researching. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"It's okay. I prefer to lay low." His gaze lowered to my clea**vage. I adjusted my dress. That didn't do much—the fabric of the dress slipped right back into place.
"Um, Mr. Goodwill, sir, if you may excuse me." The bastard was starting to get too close. Without realizing it, I had been backed up against the wall. I tried to slide away by side-stepping.
He raised his arm to block my way, and I nearly crashed my face onto it. "It's rude to leave so quickly," he said. I could smell the scent of his breath—champagne maybe. His other hand gripped the side of my face.
Any resolve to remain polite had drained away the moment he decided to manhandle me. "Well, sir, it's rude to put your filthy hands on someone else's face." I considered spitting into his eye, but things haven't escalated that much, yet. Two seconds later, I regretted my decision. I should have as**saulted him as soon as I could.
A smirk brushed the corner of his mouth. "Funny. I like that."
Suddenly, he pressed his chapped lips on my neck. I wanted to scream, but he covered my face before I could. Agonizingly, his kisses traveled to my mouth. I tried to shut my mouth tight. His touch was slimy, disgusting, and fetid. Roughly, his hand slipped under my dress and groped the mounds of my flesh. I struggled against his grip. Fear had begun to creep up to my stomach, adding to my nausea. An urge to wash every part of my body he touched rushed over my skin.
He wasn't the twins. I didn't trust him, love him. Each graze made my hairs stand on their ends. His strength overpowered me easily, crushing my body under his weight.
Fuck, I don't want this. His prickly tongue forced its way down my throat, nearly choking me. I made inaudible sounds, supposedly muffled screams.
For a brief second, he let go to say, "You're begging to be f**ked."
"You son of a—"
I was silenced before I could make enough of a commotion. I needed someone to stumble upon us. There were multiple restrooms, but the one I chose was further away and more secluded than the others were, since I as**sumed the others would have been packed with long queues.
I thought hard of ways I could subdue my as**saulter. A punch or a kick? He didn't allow me to do any of them. He held my hands firmly in his grip while pressing my leg down with his. His bulge nudged my thigh. The thought of me turning him on sent shivers of disgust down my back.
"Scarlet?" I heard a voice call. Ryan. I could recognize his voice in a heartbeat. He must have come to check up on me. Thank God. Relief seeped through my body.
Wesley backed away and turned his head. I caught a glimpse of shock registering on his expression, but he expertly masked it. "Mr. Crawford, I was just showing your secretary some... appreciation."
The anger Ryan emanated felt strong enough to tear buildings down. "Get the f**k away from her."
He backed away, if only a little, but that was enough to give me an opening. Hesitation aside, I raised my leg and landed my kick squarely in between his legs. The contortion on his face was priceless.
The man fell to the floor, cradled up like a baby. "Shit! Why the f**k would you do that, you mad woman?"
He was groaning when I kicked that spot, again, intentionally angling my heels so it stabbed the hand covering his groins in the most painful way possible. The devil in me was chuckling evilly, fully embracing its sadistic nature.
"Stop it! Please. Damn it! My father won't be happy about this."
