"I've given up even the Morgan group for you. What could possibly mean more to me than you and Eaton?" Charlie enunciated, having made up his mind. "I've made a decision already. Wherever you and Eaton go, I’ll go with you. I swear!"
Grace’s chest was heaving slightly, the look in her eyes flickering. The office was very warm because of the air conditioner, so she was wearing only a thin sweater.
She could feel the scalding heat from his palm seeping through her sweater. It was as scorching as magma.
She made no remark.
Charlie’s anxiety intensified. He was really panic-stricken. It had never crossed his mind that Grace would return to France.
He had nothing to coerce her, and neither did he have a way to convince her to stay. He felt so anxious as if a thousand ants were gnawing at his heart.
Unable to endure his panic anymore, he stooped down and pressed his lips hard onto her rosy ones. He lost his marbles and kissed her with all his might and passion. It was as though nothing could stop him anymore.
It was a very deep kiss.
She kept scratching, hitting and biting him, but he didn't slacken his grip at all.
Instead, Charlie deepened the kiss as her resistance intensified.
Seemingly having lost his mind, he roughly ripped apart her sweater with both hands. Grace kicked him, hit him and jabbed him in the groin with her knee.
But the pain didn't stop him. He lapsed into hysteria, strong-arming her with brutal Strength-
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