Stuck between my legs, he put his arms on the table, imprisoned me tightly, and yelled at the top of his lungs with a vicious look.

Ashamed and embarrassed, I felt my heart thumping in panic. In a cold sweat, I stumbled, "Scott, what... What are you doing? Calm down!"

Recalling the last time when he screwed me in the bathroom, I humbled respect or he would definitely do it again.

While cooling him down, I shrank back in the hope to distance him who really scared me!

Scott sneered at my petty action, "Excellent! Since Terence that bastard returned, you've stopped calling me darling or Scott but my full name to open the distance. He must've fucked you high!"

Meanwhile, he hit the root of my leg with his right leg over and over again, rude and barbaric.

In tone with his attack almost to break my bones, my body trembled in eagerness to cry out. Not to arouse suspicion of colleagues outside my office, I bite my lower lip and sobbed in suppression. Squinting at the corner of my eyes, I spotted the coffee on the table.

At work, I always liked to drink a cup of black coffee to refresh myself which my assistant knew. Therefore, she prepared it for me every day.

"You don't even groan. It seems Terence didn't make you high. How did he fuck you?" Scott questioned, grabbed my hair, ripped off my collar, pinched my boobs with great strength. Regardless of my struggle, he clutched my waist and lifted up my skirt flirtingly as if treating me like those dissolute bitches.

It wasn't cold at all thanks to the air conditioner in the office. However, I shivered upon his frivolously lifting up my skirt.

Provoked by Scott the man with whom I had slept for four years, I stuttered, "Scott, get your fucking damn hands off me! Right now!"

"How dare you say so as an incest slut?" He cursed with a hideously diabolic expression while glaring at me.

Unable to endure the pain, I eventually managed to get rid of him, grabbed the coffee on the table, and spilled it all on his face and body!

"Ouch!" Scott shrieked, withdrew his hands from between my legs, and covered his face burning with flames of fury, scalded.

I quickly jumped off my desk, tidied up my clothes to run out. Hardly had I pulled the door open than Scott foul-mouthedly pounced on me. Startled, I threw the trash basket by the door over. When he dodged, I ran out and locked the door.

Several employees ran over. Seeing me in a sorry figure, they concernedly asked me what happened and if I needed help.

Before I could reply, Scott began kicking the door hard, interspersing his talk with curses. Due to the superior insulation effect of the wall, none of us could catch what he said while the door vibrated greatly.

"Go back to work. Without my permission, no one is allowed to open the door!" I ordered with a bossy tone and went outside the office area to take a fresh breath.

Within a few steps, I heard my subordinates gossiping that Scott had insatiable sexual desire so that I fled and that I must have difficulty in walking...

Difficulty in walking?

Puzzled, I looked down, only to find my legs were trembling like having had sex with Terence owing to fear of him and discomfort.

Blushing, I, ashamed and annoyed, accelerated my steps not to argue with those gossipers.

After leaving the company, I invited my bestie Susan out to kill time.

She was a friend I met in high school. Having suffered from some trauma, she led a casual life, not falling for any man but merely having fun.

It had been several months since I met Susan last time. But she was still forthright, heartless, and talkative. At the cafe, she kept telling boring spicy jokes or humorous ones.

While drinking coffee and devouring dessert, I listened to her jokes and kept laughing. Nonetheless, the louder I laughed, the worse I felt.

"Chelsea, what's wrong with you?" Susan asked, stopping telling jokes. She wiped away my tears of joy and frowned at me worriedly.

Taking a sip of coffee to calm down, I threw her a womanish glance and replied, "What? It's all your fault that you made me burst into tears. Hmm..."

She fed me a piece of caramel cake, blocking my mouth and the follow-up.

Wantonly enjoying a piece of caramel cake likewise, Susan returned me a coquettish stare like for like and continued, "Are you laughing, or actually crying? Stop pretending."

I took out the caramel cake in my mouth and put it back on the tray since I had little appetite.

Susan was my intimate bestie to whom I didn't want to lie, nor did I want to tell her those disappointing things recently not to annoy us together. Helpless, I shrugged and denied, "Nothing. You're overthinking."

"You've been laughing like a fool since we met today, but there's no joy in your eyes but sorrow. Go ahead. What's bothering you these days?" Susan commanded while biting the caramel cake. Staring at me, she eagerly awaited my genuineness.

Reluctantly lowering my eyes, I gulped the bitter coffee in the cup. How I wished that all sadness in life could die out as the coffee so that I may live carefreely!

"Susan, excuse me but I can't say it," I boomed, tasting the bitterness of the coffee. Peering at her pleadingly, I hoped she wouldn't blame me.

Undeniably, I hated to divulge those skeletons in my closet.

Rolling her eyes with disdain, Susan stopped grilling not to embarrass me and changed the topic. Before long we chatted in delight, a man called her.

I killed time by sitting alone in the cafe in a daze and left when Randy was about to finish school.

Although Randy was Chloe's son, I really liked him. When I was free, I often picked him up from school with Chloe to take him out for fun.

Today, as an idler, I went to pick Randy up.

His school was not far from the cafe, so I simply walked there. When I could see the school gate from afar, a Land Rover suddenly stopped and blocked my way domineeringly.

"Chelsea!" Randy greeted me with joy, jumped down from the Land Rover, hugged my thigh, and clumsily climbed onto me.

Pretending to be pissed off, I smilingly hugged Randy, patted him on the butt, and giggled, "Pumpkin, tell me the truth that have you gained weight by eating snacks on the sly these days?"

"No, I didn't do it on the sly. Scott bought me them!" Randy denied, shyly burying his little head in my arms upon my mentioning of his fleshing up. Raising his chubby fingerers, he pointed at the Land Rover at a short distance.