"You can live in such a luxurious place all you want, but please, at least switch my room with someone else's," Lilian insisted stubbornly.
Morrison had already taken off his sunglasses. He glanced down at her hand gripping his arm, then forcefully shook it off. Without hesitation, he took a step toward the door.
Desperate, Lilian lunged forward to block him again—but this time, Morrison twisted her wrist and pulled her inside his room.
The door slammed shut heavily behind them.
Lilian met his gaze, dark and dangerous like a storm ready to break. Panic bubbled up in her chest.
"What... what are you doing?"
Morrison tossed his luggage onto the rack, then slowly unbuttoned his shirt while smirking coldly at her.
"Once you step into my room, it won't be so easy to leave."
He hadn't planned to act so soon, but after she kept pushing his buttons, he decided it was time to make her his—no more worrying about her and Karl.
