Tristan Grayson paid her no mind, yanking open her jacket with a harsh zip.
"Ah! Tristan Grayson, what are you doing?!" Mika Summers cried in alarm, swatting at his hands.
Tristan Grayson's lips curled into a sneer. "What's with the act?"
Mika Summers's eyes constricted, her body wracked with a violent shudder.
Her confusion and fear gave way to a dawning horror. She now understood what Tristan Grayson had meant by "something even worse."
"You bastard! I'm not pretending! Get off me!" All the emotions she had suppressed for years were finally about to erupt.
Crying in a fit of rage, she shoved him away with all her might.
Tristan Grayson had never been a patient man. He grabbed her hand, preventing any resistance. "Miss Summers, don't forget you signed an agreement."
'The agreement? So he's going to use it to force me again.'
