Coercion in the Dressing Room
Alpha Frank raised his eyebrows slightly, gesturing for her to continue.
Dulcibella swallowed nervously, although Frank had behaved gently so far, she had seen how scary this man could be and would not be fooled by his appearance at all.
She saw the wine on the table and took a sip directly from it, using it to strengthen her courage. A glass of wine down, her face instantly tinged with a layer of red, she gathered the courage to speak: "Alpha, On behalf of the Davis family, I congratulate you on becoming Alpha of the Asaro pack."
She couldn't directly say that her father intended to make a move against him, could only exchange his trust by showing her loyalty.
"Can you represent the whole Davis family?" Frank suddenly moved closer to her, gently sniffed her neck sideways without a trace.
Dulcibella was startled by his words, did he already know it?
Frank stepped back a little away from her and said, "I already know what Miss Davis wants to beg me for, and it's up to your sincerity."
Dulcibella felt dizzy. What ? Did she just say something?
What is Frank talking about?
How did he know what she was up to?
These questions made her already confused brain feel even more like a mess. She looked across the table at Frank, but saw that he had two heads, and then she shook her head, knowing that she was drunk.
She hurriedly got up, "Excuse me, I'll go to the restroom." After she finished, she left the box holding the wall and walked to the restroom under the guidance of the waiter. Along the way, she attracted most of the people who were watching the stage play. Of course, a flushed beauty could be much more pleasing to the eyes than the stage play.
She went to the bathroom and washed her face with cool water, but the heat on her face still wouldn't go down. She looked at herself in the mirror with red cheeks and misty eyes and knew that she couldn't stay any longer.
In a vacation state of mind, she walked out of the bathroom and turned straight to the right, not even noticing that she had taken a wrong turn and went to the actors' dressing room.
She looked up at the door in front of her with the words "dressing room" and realized she had gone to the wrong place, shook her dizzy head and was ready to turn around but was pushed in by a strong force from behind her.
This dressing room was a temporary construction. The space was small, divided by only one partition, even people can clearly hear the sound outside in it.
She was pressed against her back against the partition, this move instantly brought her to her senses.
She gulped and said calmly, "What do you want? Do you want money? I can give it to you as long as you don't hurt me."
"No, I don't want any money." The voice was obviously deliberately lowered. As the man behind her spoke, his hand traced down her back, bringing a shiver directly to her tailbone. Dulcibella, who was already weak, fell into the man's arms with her legs going weak.
"Heh, since you're so active, I just want...you ." The man's harsh voice rang out.
When Dulcibella cursed him in her heart, the man's hand had slipped along the hem of her T-shirt, and she could feel a glove on his hand, the rough glove cutting across her skin, the slightest tingle making her hiss softly.
The man's hands lingered freely on her body, as if declaring his sovereignty, slowly traversing each skin.
This also gave her a chance to catch her breath. Dulcibella secretly built up her strength, then struck violently towards the head of the man behind her. This was her only chance..