James moved his hand down and squeezed Mr. Winter's p.e.n.i.s. He put so much force that blood came out on James's hand.
Mr. Winter screamed and fainted.
However, James turned around to leave. His bodyguard, whom he trusted the most, handed over a piece of tissue. He wiped his hand repeatedly lazily and casually.
In the room.
Jessica leaned backward, and her curvy figure was shown. Seeing Mr. Winter had left, she slid off from the silk ribbon.
Then she heard someone saying, "Miss Jessica, my master, Mr. Moore, would like a word with you."
Mr. Moore?
Jessica had sudden and acute pain in her head.
She pinched her hand's palm and shook her head, saying, "I don't want to talk with Mr. Moore. I don't know anyone with that name."
The man answered, "I'm afraid it's not up to you. Whoever Mr. Moore wishes to see has to come unless they are dead."
Jessica said, "What's this about? Can I..."
Before Jessica finished, the man cut her off. Jessica lowered her hand and seemed to catch a glimpse of the gun, which was shining underneath the light.
Soon, Jessica was taken next to an extended business limo.
One of James's men opened the door and said, "Please, Miss Jessica."
Jessica lifted up her feet to enter.
James sat on the couch and leaned backward casually. Between his fingers was a cigar that he was smoking.
Jessica couldn't see his face amid the smoke. He looked at Jessica gently.
However, Jessica would not dare to look back. Ever since she met James, she became fl.u.s.tered and wanted to escape.
James ordered, "Look up."
James's voice was as plain as water yet cold. Jessica was shaken up. Instead of looking up, she bent over more.
James reached out and grabbed Jessica's wrist to pull.
Thump! Jessica knelt in front of James.
Jessica was a pampered princess before the tragic incidents in her family. She immediately frowned because it hurt so much. But she bit her lips and wouldn't scream.
James reached two long fingers and squeezed Jessica's delicate chin, forcing her to look up. At the moment, he was seated, and she knelt. From a condescending position, James found himself in a superior alpha male stand.
James looked unhappy, seeing how Jessica tried to avoid making eye contact. He said, "Do I look aggressive?"
Jessica didn't know what James meant. She was terrified of him while being alone with him.
James asked, "Why won't you look at me? Hum?"
Jessica hurried to shake her head, denying, "No."
James said again, "Look at me." He said mildly and gently, but Jessica still couldn't look at him.
After a while, Jessica finally said, "I... I have depression. I'm not easy with strangers."
James sneered, "You almost made men fall head over the toe for you with your dance, now you tell me you have depression?" The temperature inside the car dropped.
Jessica said, "I..." She did so to get back the bracelet her brother left her. She didn't overthink. She has been taking dancing classes for years, and what she learned has turned into a part of herself. It wasn't affected by her psychological state or character change.
Jessica hesitated to tell James. But he didn't give her a hard time. With the cigar between his fingers, he opened a suitcase next to him," Look at it. Tell me what you see?"
Jessica turned her head and got slightly frozen. It was a case full of dollars.
She answered honestly, "Money."
James said, "Sell it to me."
Jessica looked up in amazement. It was the first time she looked at James and felt dizzy again.
That was why Jessica was afraid to look at James.
James said, "I'll buy one night to spend it with you."
Jessica answered, "I'm not who you think I am." Jessica came here only to get back her bracelet.
Was it why he thought she was that kind of woman?
James said, "No matter what, keep me company for one night. Afterward, this money is yours."
What James said was arrogant. But his face was too handsome that anything he said was right.
Jessica had a racing heartbeat. It was the first time she recalled that someone spoke so disrespectfully to her.
She forgot to fear and just stared at James, saying, "I don't want your money."
James immediately squinted and pinched her chin as hard as he could.
Jessica felt he broke her chin, and she looked terrified.
That wasn't' odd. A lot of people were terrified of James.
What was odd was he was attracted to Jessica in a way he never was.
That was why he had to have her. No matter she was truly depressed or hid something, from the moment she knelt to wipe his shoes, he got aroused seeing her shaking body bending over humbly.
James was very agitated because Jessica told him no. He grabbed her, and her curvy body was on his tough laps.
James asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"
Jessica hesitated for a second and put her arms toward her chest in case she touched James.
She nodded after a moment.
James was furious because of it.
It wasn't odd that a gorgeous woman like Jessica was seeing someone. But imaging how she curled up in another man's arms as she did in his couldn't agitate James more.
This was a woman he only met once. Even James couldn't explain it.
James lowered his voice and ordered "Drive."
Jessica became fl.u.s.tered. She asked, "Where are you taking me?" James really didn't strike her as a nice man.
James put her in his arms. He used both arms and crossed them in front of Jessica, so she couldn't move.
But the car wouldn't start. The driver said, "Sir, our car is blocked..."
James looked beyond Jessica and saw a white car stopping in front of them.
A man in a black suit came out of the car with a basketball bat.
He charged over and swung it to smash the windshield.
Pop!
The car made huge noises. But no matter how hard that man tried, there was no crack on the window. It was bullet-proof.
Jessica identified that man and called "Jamie!" It was like she was a life savior. She yelled, trying to get out of James's arms.
James said, "Is he your boyfriend?" He used more force to stop Jessica from moving about.
Jessica nodded and said, "Yes. Can you let me go?"
James asked, "Let you go?" He suddenly pushed Jessica, and she fell on the ground, soon he got on top of her.
James said, "Of course not." Then he tore apart her dress. The crack went from Jessica's neck to her abdomen.
Jessica wore black lingerie with lace, holding her b.r.e.a.s.t at a proper size. Her skin was fair and almost crystal.
What was most attractive about Jessica wasn't her collarbone but her waistline. The line from the side of her b.r.e.a.s.t was like an artist. But there was one flaw.
There was a scar on Jessica's abdomen!
Judging from the shape, James could tell it was a gunshot wound.