Stella nodded, grabbed her bag, and stood up. “I’ll be back soon.” She stepped out of the private room, letting out a small sigh of relief. The cool air down the hallway helped clear her mind. With the dishes not yet served, and having some time to spare, she decided to head to the bathroom.
The ladies’ restroom was a short distance away. As she passed a waitress in a dress, the woman gave her a polite nod. Stella quickened her pace. But as she turned a corner, a familiar presence suddenly hovered behind her.
Without thinking, she stopped.
A pair of cold, dark eyes were staring at her.
It was Weston.
Her stomach sank, but she wasn’t completely surprised. She merely pursed her lips and walked straight ahead, pretending she hadn’t seen him.
However, Weston wasn’t about to let her go. Without a word, he picked her up off the ground and carried her back toward the private room.
“Stop!” she yelled, struggling in his grasp. She pushed with all her might, but he ignored her attempts, opening the door with a forceful kick and flinging her into the room. Then he stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a loud bang.
Stella’s back collided with the sofa as she stumbled. The impact sent a sharp pain through her spine. In the darkness, she could make out his towering figure standing by the door, his back to the light, making him seem even colder than usual.
“Weston, what do you want?” Her voice trembled, but she stood her ground.
“You don’t know what I want?” He took a step closer. “I told you to wait for me, but what did you do instead?” His voice was low and laced with a dangerous edge. He didn’t bother turning on the lights. Instead, he seemed to enjoy watching her guess his intentions.
Then, without warning, he appeared right in front of her. His presence was overwhelming, and Stella instinctively tried to retreat, but his grip on her arms held her firm. He grabbed her neck, forcing her to meet his intense gaze.
“Are you ignoring my command to stay away from that man?” His words were sharp, and his grip tightened slightly.
She pushed against his hands and, in a voice full of defiance, snapped, “You have no right to command me!”
“No right?” His eyes darkened. “I have no right?” His grip on her neck tightened further, his voice dangerously low.
Stella gasped for air as tears pooled in her eyes, but only when he saw her struggle did he finally release her. He took a step back but didn’t lose his cold demeanor. His words were laced with venom.
“I enjoyed the little performance you two put on. He opened the door for you, buckled you in, even covered your head…” His voice turned scornful. “Are you moved by that? Tell me, Stella, why are you such a b*tch?”
His words were whispered hotly into her ear, and as she turned her head to meet his gaze, she saw the lethal glint in his eyes. She struggled again, but his grip only tightened.
“You’re mine,” he said, his voice filled with possessive rage.
In one swift motion, he slammed her back against the wall. His lips crashed against hers, the kiss forceful and demanding. The world around her seemed to vanish as she felt his dominance. The image of them as a family, even if it was just a fleeting illusion, disappeared in that moment.
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