Hannah stomped on Steven's foot in fury, putting all her weight into it. The top of the foot was a tender spot, so it should've hurt like hell. But Steven didn't even flinch, keeping his imposing presence all over her senses.
Lucas cracked a joke with a grin, "Steven, what's the rush, man? There's a room right over there. You guys wanna take this to the next level?"
It was just a joke, but it was like nails on a chalkboard to Hannah. In her mind, she was nothing more than a plaything for Steven in front of his buddies, something they could trample on without a second thought.
Hot tears welled up in Hannah's eyes and slid down her cheeks. Steven, who was forcing a kiss on her, noticed and immediately let go, "What's up?"
Hannah didn't want him to see her crying, so she buried her face into his chest, wiping her tears on his shirt.
When she lifted her head again, her eyes were filled with smiles, "President Dixon, can we wrap this up now? If it's okay, I'd like to have a word with President Hartley."
Steven squinted at her, puzzled.
Hannah simply ignored him and turned to Marcus, "President Hartley, you should spend more time with your wife. Can you give Cornelia a few days off, so she can hang out and have some fun with us?"
"I disagree." Steven retorted immediately.
"Sure." Marcus replied.
"Thanks, President Hartley!" Hannah beamed.
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