Can't Resist the Billionaire

He realized that I refused to reply, and sent me another message. Open the door quickly, I am at your door!

This time, I was sure that he was at my door. I looked hesitantly in the direction of the door, and finally sent him a text message: My husband is at home, and you should leave quickly!

After sending the text message, Vincent didn't reply. He was probably a little annoyed. He seemed to be emotional maybe beacuse he was spoiled by his family. But it didn't matter, we had no chance to meet anyway.

I thought he finally left, but suddenly the door was slammed. Vincent shouted at me at the door, "Jasmine, I know you're home. Open the door for me. Otherwise, I will let the whole world know that I have been here!"

He deliberately shouted loudly, making me a little scared. Although our community is relatively quiet, there were still neighbors who came by. If these neighbors saw him at my house, what if these rumors reached Christopher's ears? Wouldn't I be dead then?

Although extremely reluctant, I could not help but get up to open the door for Vincent. In contrast to my gaunt expression, he seemed refreshed. He was nothing like the man who had fought until dawn last night and needed to replenish his strength.

Seeing that I finally opened the door, Vincent smiled satisfyingly and said, "I knew this trick would work!"

He then lifted his leg and entered. I hastily held on to the door and scolded in a low voice, "What are you doing? I told you we were not related!"

Hearing this, Vincent's deep eyes darkened a little, and his proud smile immediately turned into a grin. "You just did it last night, and now you are telling me it's not okay, really Jasmine?!"

After that, he suddenly pushed my body aggressively and closed the door.

I retreated in panic, trying to escape from his control. "What, what are you doing? My husband is still at home?"

"Are you moron? Since I dared to come, I already know where your husband is now!" Vincent didn't believe it at all. When he saw that I was resisting, he just grabbed my wrist, raised it high, and slammed my body against the cold wall.

I forgot that Vincent and Christopher were very good friends. Although he was arrogant, he was not reckless. Since he dared to come, he must have known Christopher was not home.

I felt my heart beating faster. I panicked. "I'm warning you that don't touch me!"

"And What if I touch you? I wouldn't only touch you, but also sleep you on your bed!" After saying that, Vincent suddenly bent over slightly and lifted my thin body in bridal style!

He used all brute force, and I was so weak that I couldn't even struggle with him. But this was my home, and he's so presumptuous. He'd gone too far!

"Let me go now, or I'll call the police!" Although I was thrown violently on the bed by him, I still would not give in, for I knew that by giving in he would only torture me more!

"Call the police? I'll call when I'm finished!" Vincent did not seem to care in the least about the threat in my mouth and stormed up defiantly.

He stretched out his hand, pulled up the clothes I had no time to change, and asked playfully: "Are you taking it off yourself or waiting for me to do it?"

"Get out!" My face flushed with anger. I could not let him succeed today, no matter what. Otherwise, he would never stop.

"You still don't learn well!" Vincent patted me on the face and threatened, "What's the difference between the first and a hundredth time? Is it so annoying for you to have sex with me?"☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐