Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

Chapter 87

The soft bed gives me a few bounces.

Callen looks down at me and says with a smile, "I've heard that when a woman says no, she probably means yes."

"That doesn't apply to me," I say sarcastically.

His smile disappears in an instant, but it soon returns. "We'll see."

"Callen, you could lose everything you have. Won't you regret it?" I ask with a smile.

I want to see what on earth he is thinking.

I honestly don't believe he would do anything to me at the cost of ruining his future.

But I forgot one thing: his connections...

Callen laughs. "You're still as simple as before. Did you forget I'm Maisy's husband? She's gonna help me no matter what."

He lifts my chin, but I shake his hand off. Looking at him, I speak coldly, "You're really disgusting."

"It doesn't matter. All I care about is getting what I want."

Then he throws his coat on the ground, and begins to untie the buttons. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

He moves slowly and looks at me with a smile on his lips, as if he enjoys watching me struggle.

I think of a TV show. The bad guy on it likes to take his time when committing crimes, watch his victims freak out. Callen looks exactly like him right now.

I clench my fists and the sheet so tightly, staring at him.

He seems to find my reaction unsatisfactory and reaches out to pull me toward him. "Why can't you be a coquette?"

"What?"

"You're always like a corpse in bed. No matter how I flirt with you, you just don't respond. I wonder what Harrison sees in you."

There's a disdainful smile on his face. When he mentions Harrison, I can clearly sense the bitterness and anger in his tone.

I can't answer his question, because I don't think Harrison's into me. If he's asking me why Harrison slept with me, then I don't know the answer.

I speak in a deep voice, "Let go of me."

"What if I say no?" He smiles proudly.

I hate it when he does that. There's a knife at my bedside. My bedroom is dark, so he doesn't see it.

I sneer at him. Worst-case scenario, me and him go down together. Therefore, I'm not scared at all. I quickly grab the knife and say, "Again. Let me go."

"Your hands are not fit to hold a knife," he whispers.

I hold the knife and smile at him. "But it's really useful. If you won't let me go, I can stab you in the back. I'm not afraid death. Are you?"

His eyes slowly changed. Maybe he didn't expect me to be so brave. I am no longer the woman who used to do his bidding.

He caused this, didn't he?

"You really changed a lot," he says in disappointment.

I can't help but sneer. "You must be disappointed I'm not your b*tch anymore."

Then, he suddenly stretches out to grab my knife. I quickly hold it in my other hand.

He pinches my wrist and looks at me fiercely, as if he wants to eat me up. I look at him with no expression. Shouldn't I be the one who's furious?

"Drop the knife and let's have a good talk, or I'll show you no mercy."

He's still trying to threaten me. What an arrogant man! Does he think I'm an idiot?

I look at him and speak word by word, "Bite me!"

As soon as I finish my words, he quickly grabs me by the wrist with the knife. I want to dodge, but it's too late. I try my best to struggle, but it only makes him more excited.

He holds my wrist with both hands and laughs. "I told you not to go against me. So you like rough sex? Baby, you're gonna get it!"

He takes hold of my hands and leans over me.

I shake myself violently, brandishing my knifewielding hand indiscriminately. The moment he relaxes, the knife will be on him.

"Back off!" I roar.

But it doesn't stop him. He's on top of me, and I can't move at all.

He looks at me in a condescending way, smacking his lips and shaking his head. "Stop struggling. You're mine."

"If you don't let me go now, I'll see you in hell!"

"Be a lamb, honey. I'll send you to a place where you can have my baby. If you give me a son, I will definitely divorce Maisy and marry you." After that, he tries to kiss me.

I turn my head to one side. Seeing this, he starts kissing my neck. D*mn it, this jerk is

licking my neck!

"Help! Help! Help..." I'm really scared he's gonna rape me. However, he puts his tie in my mouth to stop me from shouting.

I try to throw up his tie, but I can't. My hands and feet are pinned down and I can't move.

He suddenly looks at me with a gentle smile. "Chelsea, I miss having sex with you, and I'm sure you do, too."