"Mr. President, let's... separate this way." Just be quiet, don't get too close!
Separate?
No idea which words angered him, but without a word, he grabbed her wrist with his large hand and pulled her over.
"Separate?" He smirked, "Woman, you're too ungrateful."
Alright.
Need some discipline, huh?
He'd be more than happy to oblige.
More than willing.
Isn't that man sleeping with her every day? Alright! Trying to cause trouble, huh, he's more than willing, willing to discipline this little woman!
She dared to even mention the word "separate".
Is she trying to sneak away? Hmm?!
"Little Eva Nightingale, don't cry and beg me tonight."
He angrily spoke to her, then, regardless of the consequences, pressed down on her overwhelmingly.
His icy lips instantly bit onto her small mouth, biting gently and heavily.
She resisted.
But he didn't give any chance, his large hand grabbed her small hand again, firmly pinning it above her head.
