Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 9

Effortlessly, Patrick slammed Amelia on his right shoulder like a sack of flour. He walked towards the bed and said, "Enough talking. Time for action."

Amelia started to hit him hard with all her might. "I told you, I don't want to..."

Patrick then slapped her butt like a punishment. He warned her, "I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Time to fulfill your duty as my wife!"

Amelia took a deep breath and seriously negotiated, "Patrick, if you want to have sex with me, you can't mess around with other women. You okay with that?"

Patrick stopped walking and switched to a condescending tone, "I could have any woman I want in the world, why would I settle just for you?"

Amelia never expected him to be obedient, yet she stood her ground, "That's my bottom line. If you want to spend time with me on the bed, don’t mess around outside. I don’t want to get herpes from you!"

Patrick's face darkened and he slammed her down on the bed without holding back. Luckily, the mattress had soft paddings, so it did not hurt a lot.

Amelia turned over and tried to get. Patrick quickly got a hold of her by pinching her chin. Being so close to each other, two of them shared the air together at that moment, "Anyway, you'd still be my Mrs. Hopper. It's just a cold hard fact."

"You!" She wanted to rip his face off.

When their eyes met, Patrick feasted his eyes with the delicious body in front of him. Not only was her skin delicate, though with slightly messy hair, her skin was like tulips in the snow. Who wouldn't want to take advantage of her?

Affected by the desire for physical pleasure, his pupils gradually darkened.

Amelia's pink lips slightly widened, as if mentally preparing herself to say no at any second. However, he could still smell the lingering sweetness of 2011 Antica Terra Chardonnay from her breath. What kind of man would walk away?

Patrick never took 'no' for an answer. Just as he bent down for a kiss, Amelia's phone in his trouser pocket suddenly rang.

Patrick frowned and let go of her in disappointment.

Amelia was incredibly grateful for the phone call that saved her from Patrick. She answered the call, said gently, "Hello?"

"Amy! Hel... Help!" Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Amelia's eyes froze. "Wait. Jessica, slow down! What' s going on?"

"I, I don't know what's going on. I was coming out from the shower, then I heard someone was knocking on the door. I looked out through the peephole. It was the neighbor living across! He... he has a knife. And He is really angry. He said if I don’t open the door soon, he will... Ah! He just kicked the door!" "Jess, find somewhere to hide first. I am coming!" Amelia said hurriedly as she heard the rackets from the other side.

Jessica had been sobbing and tried to calm herself. "No... it's okay, I've already called the property manager. Amy, don’t come over... I can handle it."

Jessica's words did not ease Amelia's mind, "Jess, that man is coming for me. I have to come. Use the sofa to block the door for now. Just hang on!"

After the call ended, Patrick, who had been left out, said coldly, "Care to give your husband a heads-up if you are going out?"

Amelia nodded and explained herself, "I need to go back to the apartment now. If you have time, can you give me a ride?"

Patrick squinted at the calmness on her face like a mask and questioned her, "Why should I help you?"

As long as she begged him, maybe he could...

However, Amelia gave him a smile of indifference, "Fine. Forget about it. I will take a taxi."

It turned out that in her heart he was no better than a chauffeur. Hearing her response, dark clouds gathered around his face with a storm on its way.

At this moment, she had already nimbly walked past him, twisted the doorknob, pushed the door open and walked out.

Everyone's expressions darkened when they saw Amelia running down the stairs in a hurry.

Nora scolded Florence, "See, who told you it's a good idea to play dirty movies in your brother's room? He must have been too rough with Amelia..."

Florence felt shocked by the sudden accusation. "Oh my dear sister, don't jump to the conclusion, okay? Look, other than her hair being messier than before, they haven't done anything yet. I'll ask her later if you don't believe me!"

As Nora and Florence were in their heated debate, Amelia had already appeared in the living room. Putting on a stern look, Howard and Eve were waiting for an explanation.

"Dad, Mom, something happened to my friend. I have to go there now..."

Eve interrupted with discontent, "Miss Ramsay. Today is your first day as one of us. Are you going to spend it with your friends instead of your husband at this hour?"

It was not completely uncalled for that Eve was mad at Amelia. Any mother-in-law would probably have a problem with it.

But thinking that Jessica was in danger because of her, Amelia could never do anything about it. They have been through four years together in college and three years as roommates after graduation. Jessica and she had been living together for so long. If they didn't help each other, who would?