Max threw Priscilla on the bed, causing a crackling sound in response. He started undressing himself, prompting her to tremble.
"Max, you are not in your senses and what nonsense you are sprouting out." She faltered; her eyes fluttered at the hostility she sensed from his actions.
Max had beco oblivious to words and thrown his shirt away before climbing into bed and crushing her against the mattress.
"You can't keep fooling , Pris. I know you're going to et your secret lover. So tell , What rubbish am I saying?"
Max's eyes were furious as he continued to stare at her, sending adrenaline rushes down her spine.
Priscilla had no idea what Max was talking about, but suddenly sothing ca to mind, and her eyes widened in surprise.
Did he see and Jack together?
Priscilla rembered one of her team mbers asking her about Max, who had followed her to lunch, but he wasn't there because she had left alone without notifying him.
But now that her mories are vivid, his words begin to make sense.
"Max, that's not what you think," she shot out, attempting to defend herself.
"I understand what you an, Priscilla. I am not a fool, but you actually turned out to be a whore, sleeping around n for gratification."
Max was inebriated and did not hold back his derogatory remarks about Priscilla's character. He had seen what prompted him to confirm his doubts, and now she was like a saint attempting to co clean by providing justification.
No way.
Priscilla felt fear sink deep into her bones when she sensed the maniac look in his eyes.
Max had already caught her, so she realized there was no way to make him understand. But she couldn't allow him to take advantage of her. She was bleeding.
Max, on the other hand, pressed his face into the nook of her neck and began kissing her. His thoughts were preoccupied by the scenario in which he saw her stroll with a man behind him. He believed Priscilla was the woman who ant what she said when she proclaid her love for him, but she turned out to be nasty.
He regretted ever hurting Ella for a lady who was nothing more than a n's satisfaction machine, and he, too, had beco one of her as a result of his selfish desire.
But no, he would never let her leave. He ended his five-year relationship rather than have her cheat on him in return.
Max let go of her hand and began running it all over her curves. He was desperate to fuck her and claim her. She was his to satisfy, fuck, and live with. How can she ever consider going after another person who isn't him?
Priscilla cried "AH" as he tore her top and tossed it aside, leaving her in her bra before grasping and squeezing her breast.
Max would not take it easy on her. He would punish her for even considering cheating on him.
"Is that man better than in bed?" he questioned, scraping his teeth over her flesh, leaving imprints.
Priscilla's body was on fire, and her mind was going crazy. She had always liked rough sex, sothing Max excelled at. But she knew she couldn't have him, no matter how much she wanted him. He was enraged, and she had no idea what he would do to her when under the influence of alcohol.
'I'm sorry, Max, but you need to stop,' she told herself, opening her eyes.
Turning her head sideways, she noticed a vase and hurriedly went for it, smacking Max's head till he fell limp.
It wasn't difficult to smash his head, but it did help him get unconscious.
Priscilla seized the opportunity and shoved him away. She gazed at him thoughtfully before placing the vase back on the table and swiftly getting out of bed.
Max catching her with Jack was not a good on for her plan, but she knew he wouldn't let it go so simply.
'I need to do sothing to divert his mind,' she muttered, mulling over various ideas before a notion struck and her lips curled into an evil grin.
****
[Winston's Mansion]
Belle went out of her room and was walking towards the kitchen when she noticed Gabriel's room lights turned on.
She assud her son would be sleeping because he had ford a new habit of going to bed earlier than usual. But now that he wasn't, she went to check on him.
Standing outside his room, Belle knocked on the door, and when she heard the voice asking her to co in, she walked inside.
"I saw the lights in your room turned on, so I decided to check if everything was okay," Belle said as she peered around the neatly placed bed.
"You don't seem to be sleeping anyti soon." Belle groaned and flicked her glance to her son, who was sitting on the couch doing so work.
Belle's brow furrowed as she noted the strain on his face, yet he persisted in his job. She discovered that Gabriel had dated Eveline through Jonathan. Though he had other motives for calling them, now that Gabriel was back, she considered checking to see if everything was fine with the couple or if they were arguing.
Gabriel sat upright since he hadn't expected his mother to co check on him at this hour, but now that she was there, he decided to speak up.
"I could not sleep. So I decided to do so work instead," he replied, taking the laptop off his lap and placing it on the table before them.
"Your father stated that you had been good in carrying out your duties as CEO. But, as a mother, I would advise against overworking yourself. Allow so ti for personal life. You understand what I an."
Gabriel nodded, indicating comprehension.
Belle broke the silence when she asked, "I heard you and Eveline went out; is everything okay? I an, you look so fired up. Did you dispute over sothing or-"
"No, Mom. That is not the case. We did go out, but it was all good. In fact, mom, there is sothing that bothers both of us. I know, unlike dad, you believe we should not dwell on the past, but if our past is linked to the present and future, shouldn't we take care of it in order to go forward?"
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