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“I have his contact information if you want it and I’m happy to be there at your first meeting and make the introductions.”
“No, that won’t be necessary. I’m sure I can handle that part myself.” I gave him a polite smile, relieved that something good might come out of this whole ordeal if I could get in contact with the right people who could help me achieve my dream job.
“Yes, I’m certain Mike will be as taken with you as the rest of us.” Raising his hand up, Conor stepped into my personal space, letting his finger stroke down my bare shoulder and arm.
I rolled my shoulder to signal that I didn’t like it, but he ignored my rejection.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Charlotte.”
For him to use my first name annoyed me when he knew perfectly well that I preferred to be called Liv. It was almost like he was demonstrating that he did as he pleased.
A few fingers stroking me became hands rubbing up and down my arms while pulling me closer to him.
“Please stop. I’m not interested. Charles and I are a couple.”
He chuckled. “Charles doesn’t mind sharing you with me. I asked for his permission already.”
That stunned me and I shook my head, refusing to believe him. “Charles would never share me.”
“Maybe you don’t know him as well as you think you do. Charles likes you but he values my friendship and didn’t hesitate when I asked him if he’d share you with me.”
I was so stunned from what he was telling me that tears formed in my eyes. When had Conor asked Charles for permission to come on to me? Was this why Charles had been so withdrawn before?
Before I had a chance to push Conor away, he was kissing my neck and grabbing my butt.
Anger rose inside me and I pushed at him.
“Ah, yes, Charles told me you like a man to take charge.” Without warning, Conor placed his hand on my throat and strangled me. My eyes grew to double size and I tried to say no, but it hurt to push out muffled sounds, and I was busy trying to keep him from pushing down my shorts with his other hand.
His hand on my throat felt like it was burning my skin and made it impossible for me to scream.
“Don’t worry, I had a vasectomy a while back. I won’t get you pregnant.” His voice was raw and horny as he pressed me against a cabinet. My head was pushed back by his hand tight around my throat and my shorts were already down to my knees as he unzipped his own pants. “I’ve always enjoyed a rough fuck myself, and you Americans are so freaky in bed.”
My hands were pushing at his chest trying to create distance between us while I struggled to push the word “No.” past his painful hold on my throat. He tightened his grip. “There’s no need for you to pretend you don’t want this. I’ve seen you look at me and I’m finally going to fulfill your fantasy.” With the cabinet behind me, I had nowhere to go as I struggled against him.
“Liv.” The sound of Charles’ voice outside the door made Conor cover my mouth and whisper in my ear. “Tell him to go away.”
I was scared for my life, and in desperation, I banged my head back against the cabinet, making as much noise as I possibly could.
“Liv, are you okay?” The door handle moved but the door was locked. “Open the door, Liv.”
When did he lock the door?It had to be when he pretended that he was about to leave.
Conor’s grip on my throat tightened even more making it hard to breath, so I couldn’t bang my head again, but I used my hands to make as much noise as possible.
CHAPTER 22
Deal Breaker
Charles
The banging sounds coming from inside the bathroom, and the fact that Liv didn’t answer me, made my protective instinct flare up.
I was pushing at the door handle, but it was locked. “Liv, open the fucking door.”
When she still didn’t answer, I knocked at it with my shoulder.
Taking a few steps back, I prepared to do it again, but then I heard footsteps and the door unlocked and swung open.
