Trapped in the boss's embrace (by Katrina A) novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137 The Hero

The door opened to reveal Desmond, looking gaunt and lifeless.

Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his loose tie hung low, giving off a menacing vibe.

Beatrice froze, her breath caught. For a moment, he looked more like a predator than a person, eyeing her like prey.

Panic hit her like a ton of bricks.

What the hell do I do? Is it too late to slam the door shut?

The tension was thick. She instinctively grabbed the doorknob and shoved the door. But Desmond was ready, holding it firm. Despite her efforts, the gap just kept widening.

"Get the hell out!" she barked, her face a picture of rage.

Desmond's stony expression didn't change a bit.

He pushed the door wide open.

When Beatrice saw him coming in, she whirled around and made a beeline for the bathroom.

But Desmond was faster, grabbing her wrist and kicking the door shut behind him.

"Let go of me! What the hell do you want?"

She lashed out at him with wild kicks, her mind working overtime despite her show of bravado.

Desmond's face softened a bit when he saw her alone in the room. But the next second, his sharp eyes zeroed in on the suspicious red marks beneath her collarbone.

Rage welled up inside him like a volcano about to erupt. He grabbed her collar and yanked her closer.

Beatrice yelped, clutching her chest, "Ah! Desmond, if you don't knock it off, I'm calling the cops!"

Despite her attempts to hide the evidence, he caught a glimpse of the hickeys dotting her skin.

A raw, animalistic fury took hold of him, and his grip on her arm tightened like a vice, as if he could break her bones.

"Let go of me!" Beatrice shrieked, pounding on his hand.

He pulled her even closer, his veins pulsing with a mix of seething anger and a bitter pang. "Beatrice, did you really sleep with him?"

"That's none of your damn business!"

"On the day we got divorced, you promised me you wouldn't see anyone else!"

The moment he saw the hickeys on her body, it was like a sharp blade piercing straight through his heart, shattering him inside.

The thought of her in another man's embrace was more than he could bear.

Beatrice's patience finally snapped. "Since when did I ever make that promise? I can date whoever the hell I want! I'm a free bird now that we're divorced!"

Desmond's voice climbed an octave, laced with desperation. "So you really have the hots for Damian?"

"So what if I do? There's no law against liking him! We're both single, and there's no shame in us being together!"

Her self-assurance only fanned the flames of his anger.

Desmond was a mess of heartache and frustration.

He knew he was being irrational, that he should just let her go.

But the image of her with another man drove him crazy. Desmond couldn't help how he felt.

He pleaded, his voice trembling, "Please, don't get involved with Damian. He's not the guy you think he is. He won't marry you or take care of you. He just wants to have some fun with you."

For a split second, a flicker of guilt crossed Beatrice's mind as she thought back to the previous night.

Actually, it seems like I'm the one leading him on.

Desmond wasn't giving up. "He doesn't love you. But I still do, Beatrice. I've loved you all along. Even if I... cheated on you, my heart has never changed. You'll always be the most important person to me."

Beatrice felt a sudden rush of nausea.

You're trying to talk sense into him, but he's not having it.

He's stuck on ancient history, refusing to let dead feelings die.

"Desmond, when we got divorced, and when you threatened me last time, you said you'd leave me alone. You even swore you'd be a real scumbag if you didn't. So what's this now? Are you gonna be that scumbag?"

When logic seemed to fail, she just laid it all out on the line.

Desmond fell silent.

Beatrice thought Desmond had finally run out of gas, but then he had the gall to say, "Don't get me wrong. It was just a last-ditch effort."

She was left speechless, marveling at how someone could be so shameless.

Desmond eased his grip a bit. "Once this whole thing blows over, we can still... be friends. Damian's not worth your while. He'll end up marrying whoever his family picks. I know you don't want to be the other woman."

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