Chapter 9
I didn’t know what Antonio was freaking out about, so I decided not to go home, fearing he might come looking for
- me.
But I underestimated him. A knock came at the door, and I opened it, only to find Antonio standing there. My instinct was to slam the door shut, but he grabbed the doorknob firmly to stop me.
“What do you want, Antonio?” I looked at his red eyes and I couldn’t shake the bad feeling in my chest.
Antonio forced his way inside, advancing toward me step by step. Eventually, I had no way to retreat and fell back onto the bed.
He moved closer, grabbing my chin, his eyes burning with repressed anger. “Fuck you.”
Antonio’s lips descended on mine. I struggled to pull back, but he held me still by the wrist.
His kiss was hot, and all I could think was that this was not fair. He broke my heart, but why was I the one being punished?
Tears began to fall at the thought. Antonio paused, then gently kissed the tears away from my face. In a hoarse voice, he cooed, “Grace, I’m sorry. Don’t leave me, please.”
Looking into his red eyes, I couldn’t stop my tears. The memory of what I saw in the lounge the other day came
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rushing back, making me sick. I wiped my lips furiously, feeling repulsed by him.
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My behavior seemed to have hit a nerve. He stared at me with rage and a hint of grievance. “Do you find me disgusting?”
I didn’t answer, but my actions had said everything. His kiss came again, and there was obsession in his eyes. “Grace, how could you think I’m disgusting? You’ve always loved me. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have hurt you. Now that the baby is gone, let’s have another one. I won’t let you leave me…”
I stared at him in disbelief. My clothes were torn off, and I screamed in a shaky voice, “Antonio, don’t make me hate
you!”
Antonio didn’t listen. With no strength to resist, I could only close my eyes in despair.
“Grace!” a voice sounded. Antonio was pulled away, and the blanket on the bed instantly covered me.
It was Marcel!
Annoyed by the interruption, Antonio swung his fist toward Marcel. I stared at Marcel, my heart sinking.
Antonio’s punches were not something just anyone could take, but Marcel caught it steadily.
They started fighting. I was surprised to find that Marcel was actually a match for Antonio.
Antonio was soon shoved out of the room. Marcel turned toward me, looking apologetic. “I’m sorry, Grace. I didn’t mean to follow you. I was planning on leaving, but when I saw him
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following you, I followed him. Sorry…”
“Thank you, Marcel. But I’m curious. How come you were able to block Antonio’s punch?” I asked since Antonio was a champion boxer.
“Because you like boxers, so I trained,” Marcel answered, but I didn’t really hear him.
The sound of banging on the door drowned out his words. Antonio’s voice came through the door, “Grace, open the door! Open the door!”
This scene was so familiar, but now the person outside the door was Antonio.
Letting him keep knocking wasn’t going to work. I adjusted my clothes, got out of bed, and opened the door.
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