I sat in the car, flipping through the comments on my post.
Usually, schoolmates have an attitude of watching a drama, with only a few comments setting the tone.
The most popular comment was from my stepsister: 'Actually, my sister is an alcoholic in private, so it's no big deal. Oh, maybe I shouldn't have said that. Admin, please delete this; after all, my sister wouldn't want me to reveal the truth.'
She sure knows how to sling mud at me. Why didn't I see her acting like this when she and her stepmother moved in with us?
"Hey, your sunglasses look nice, let me try them on."
As soon as I got off the car, Lily with her purple curly hair, wearing 10 cm high heels, walked up to me with a few girls. Surrounding me, Lily snatched the sunglasses off my face.
'What are you doing?' I glanced at the few girls surrounding me, having a bad premonition.
The girls beside Lily quickly moved in to tightly restrain my limbs.
"Nothing much, it's just that my little brother heard that the noble miss has gone down to the lower world, and he asked me to come and ask, how much is it per session?" Lily playfully flicked her curly hair, covered her mouth with a light laugh, and then gently patted my face a few times.
"Let me go." I frowned and struggled to twist my arm, trying to free my hand, but they held me too tightly, and my struggles were futile.
Stop dreaming.
Slap.
Lily delivered a heavy slap to my face, causing my head to snap to the side, and one side of my face felt instantly burning with pain.
Lily, you're asking for it!
I immediately turned to glare at her, biting my teeth hard, the anger in my heart making me want to bite a piece of flesh off her.
But to Lily, my anger was like the wailing of a clown after a failed performance. She shook her hand that had slapped me, then placed her hands on her chest, tilted her head up, and looked at me mockingly as she spoke.
How can a daughter of an eminent family not take it, you slut deserves to bear the price for seducing my boyfriend, let's see how thick your skin is. However, I don't want to soil my hands. Go, strip her clothes off and let everyone appreciate the former young lady's body.
The once young lady's delicate figure.
The few people who grabbed my hand started to strip off my clothes at Lily's word.
"Who took your boyfriend? Get away from me! Don't touch my clothes! Go away!" I tried to cover my chest with all my might, but I was outnumbered.
As I watched my coat being stripped off by them piece by piece, the bruises on my body were completely exposed to everyone's gaze. A crowd had gathered at the entrance, watching my disgrace while discussing and taking photos with their phones.
My eyes were like poison, staring at Lily. I had only one thought in my mind: to kill her, to kill the devil who brought me endless humiliation.
What are you doing?
An unfamiliar yet familiar male voice reached my ears, and then a large piece of clothing was draped over my head, the faint scent of a man's cologne filled my nostrils, the smell was so familiar, as if I had smelled it somewhere before.
I stood up wearing the clothes he threw at me, which were a black suit with a soft fabric that looked expensive. The loose suit covered down to my thighs. I buttoned the suit, feeling my mind go blank, with only a single sense of awareness propelling me to stride over to Lily, who was standing motionless, and without hesitation, I slapped on her face.
"Damn, you bastard, how dare you hit me." She covered her face, her expression twisted, and reached out to hit me in return.
A barefoot person is not afraid of someone with shoes; I have nothing left now, and thus I will have no scruples.
You'll see if I dare.
I took a step back to avoid Lily's incoming hand and then struck her face again, followed by pulling her hair and yanking her sideways roughly.
"Ah." Lily screamed, her high heel caused her to lose balance and she fell to the side.
I was about to squat down and give Lily, that slut, a few more hits when someone grabbed my wrist.
Are you done?
The person holding my hand had a chiseled face, a tall figure, and was extremely handsome, with deep golden eyes, a tightly pursed thin lip, and furrowed brows, all indicating his terrible mood. But I was in a bad mood too, and I wasn't going to consider his attitude, whether it was him blocking my attempt to go after Lily or his eyes that looked like the man last night, both made me dislike him.
Be careful, sir. Someone as filthy as her, associating with all kinds of dubious people every day, if she has an illness that spreads to you, it wouldn't be good." Lily had gotten up from the ground and ran to the man's back, flipping the bird at me and making a face as if she were showing off. "Stay away from me.
Lily was pushed to the ground once again, clearly the other person's strength was much greater than mine, as Lily not only fell to the ground but also slid forward for quite a distance, with her limbs scraped and bleeding. She clearly didn't expect to be pushed and her makeup-stained face was filled with disbelief as she looked at the man who pushed her.
But the man didn't even look at her, instead he took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the arm that Lily had brushed against, then threw the handkerchief into the arms of the bodyguard behind him, who caught it and skillfully tossed it into the trash can.
It stinks! Don't touch me with your dirty hands.
After pushing someone, the man didn't care about what others thought and took my hand to walk down a side alley. I had to quicken my pace to keep up with him, and it was only when I saw that there was no one else around that I let go of his hand, "Who are you anyway?"
Although I was grateful for him defending me, there was always a familiar and disgusting sensation surrounding him that lingered around me.
"Jack, or as you might say, your man." Jack leaned against a large tree beside him, his arms crossed over his chest, watching me leisurely with deep, dark golden eyes.
What?
I shivered all over, and then suddenly a flash of insight struck me as vague scenes from last night played in my mind. He was the man from last night, and as this thought occurred to me, I started running wildly towards the back.
Get away from him, I must get away from him.
Whether it was fear or avoidance, I just didn't want to see this man now.
"Dare to run again, do you think I'm so foolish as to let you escape again?" Jack somehow appeared beside me, reaching out to wrap his arms around my waist and pulling me half into his embrace. In an instant, the strong woody scent filled my nostrils. I tried to struggle but was held tightly in the arms of the tall man.
"Let me go." I glared fiercely at Jack with wide eyes, but he paid no attention to my words, simply gripping my chin and slowly leaning in towards me. Very soon, the distance between us shrank to less than a few centimeters, his hot breath on my face causing me to close my eyes in fear.
Although I was held in the arms of a man with perfect features, I felt no inclination to succumb, only a profound terror. It felt as if I were a prey animal pinned by an enraged beast, one wrong move and the beast would snap my neck and consume me bite by bite.
"Amelia, don't you think it would have a significant impact on the owner if a pet left without permission?" After what seemed like a long time, Jack moved even closer to me, and I could even feel him gently taking my earlobe into his mouth without changing his expression as he spoke.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I struggled to stand up, leaning on the nearby tree trunk, then turned my head slightly to the side.
Looking down to avoid eye contact.
Hmph.
Jack suddenly let out a cold laugh, and with an eerie speed, he kissed my lips. His kiss was in stark contrast to his cold expression; his tongue, like a conquering soldier, took my breath away with an unstoppable momentum, not forgetting to bite down hard on my lips.
My punches to his chest had no effect; in desperation, I grabbed his hair and pulled it back roughly.
Hiss, why did you remember now?
He touched the wound on the corner of his lips with his hand, let out a light laugh, and looked at me squatted and panting with interest.
It wasn't until I saw the red blood that his eyes seemed to emit a blue aura again; I couldn't be mistaken, it was blue. Why do people's eyes become blue? My attention was drawn to the oddity about Jack, forgetting the words I was going to say to him.
Clearly, Jack is not known for his patience either. Upon realizing that I had not responded, he picked me up from the ground abruptly, carrying me on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. After a spin that left me dizzy, I belatedly started to struggle, pounding on his shoulder with all my might, but he remained unresponsive. After a while, as I saw Jack about to take me to the sidewalk, I struggled even harder, hitting his back with my fists.
Slap.
Jack smacked my buttocks, and a moment later a burning pain shot from my coccyx to my brain, not just physically, but also a wave of shame surged up from deep within.
"If you don't want everyone to see you, don't move." Jack turned his head and whispered this softly in my ear.
It was only after his reminder that I realized I was only wearing his suit coat, even though Jack is tall, the coat barely covered my thighs, and it was only when he held it down that it covered the hem. My face instantly flushed hot as I僵ed on his shoulder, lying still and motionless.
I'm not sure if it was my illusion, but it seemed like I heard Jack laugh softly.
Jack carried me all the way to the car, threw me into the passenger seat, and then slammed the door shut with a violent motion.
What are you doing.
In a panic, I tried to reach for the door handle, but Jack, who had already taken the driver's seat, slowly leaned his upper body over, his distinctively prominent knuckles grasping my hands and pulling them back over my head.
If you want something to happen, just fidget around." Jack buried his head in the crook of my neck, his moist lips leaving delicate marks below my collarbone. Feeling his lips moving downward, I dared not move at all, my voice hoarse as I pleaded, "I... I won't move, please let go.
Jack released me and moved back, then without a word, started the car key and pressed the accelerator to the floor, the white luxury car speeding away like an arrow released from a bow. The huge inertia made me quickly grasp the car's handrail. I looked nervously at the person in the driver's seat, unable to believe he had really let go of me, but it was the truth.