Hello, Mr. Brent

The night was falling and the streetlights flickered on.

Emily got out of the taxi and hurried into Cyberlin, the fanciest Club in the city.

Her father phoned her. He had drunk too much and asked her to come to take him home. Worried about her father, Emily didn't even get changed after work. The seven-inch high heel, black skirt, and white shirt, however, did not undermine her beauty but showed her perfect body and tempting curves. She is a beauty. No one can doubt that. "Dad, are you okay?" Emily finally found the VIP room and went in.

The atmosphere in the room was a little strange. Besides her father, there was another man-a man in his thirties, tall, handsome. Without a word, he sat on the sofa and squinted at Emily. Half of his face was hidden in the shadow. Emily felt uncomfortable as if she was hunted by a venomous snake.

Emily felt her heartbeat quicken as she walked towards her father. There was only one thought in her mind: I must get out of here now. But her father Anthony unexpectedly picked up a glass of wine and handed it to her, "Emily, this is my boss, Mr. Martinez. Give a toast to him for me."

"Dad, you are drunk. We'd better leave!”

"Nonsense, do as I say,” Anthony flared up.

Emily bit her lip. She had no choice but to take up the glass and walk towards the man in shadow.

"Mr. Martinez, cheers," she finished the whole glass of wine with indecent haste regardless of the cold gleam in the man's eyes. "My dad is drunk. Would you mind that I take him home now?"

As a real estate consultant, Emily can drink a lot. A glass of wine wouldn't make her uncomfortable.

However, when she turned around to help her father up, she was beginning to feel nauseous. Her head was spinning uncomfortably, and she was a little unsteady on her feet. More unsteady than usual.

She staggered, and luckily, her father held her, preventing her from falling.

Emily breathed in deeply and shook her head to regain her composure. Her vision was affected and she's really seeing double of everything. She smelled a rat and whispered to her father immediately, "Dad, I'm not feeling well. I think there's something wrong with the wine." "Nonsense. You should stay here with Mr. Martinez. I'll go first and pick you up tomorrow.” He pushed Emily to the sofa and left.

Emily uncontrollably fell into Mr. Martinez's arms.

"Dad, don't! Don't leave me." Emily watched her father leave and screamed desperately.

She had tried her best but could not seem to find her voice.

Mr. Martinez held Emily in his arms, pulling her close. He smiled indecently and whispered against her lips, "stop yelling. Your father has already given you to me. I didn't expect him to have such a pretty daughter. Don't worry. I will be kind to you."

"Let me go, let me go," Emily tried and pushed him rather feebly.

But the man was a wall of hard muscle, and she could not shift him. Her struggles only excited him. The monster pushed her onto the sofa and started to unzip his pants.

Emily felt panicky and nauseous. The feeling was suffocating. She bit her tongue hard. The pain gave her some strength. She raised her foot and kicked the man in his manhood hard.

"Ouch!" Mr. Martinez tumbled and tossed with pain on the floor, giving Emily a perfect chance to get rid of his control. Her head was spinning. She had to grab the back of the sofa to stand up and staggered out. The fire was burning in her body. Her legs were so weak that she could barely walk. She staggered as if she would fall in the next second. Clenching her teeth, she used up her last strength to get to the elevator.

The door opened, and Emily fell forward, bumping into a strong and warm body.

"Help me."

Emily begged in a daze, clutching the man's sleeve tightly like a drowning man finally caught the life-saving straw.

The man was hot. Behind his wire-frame spectacle, he had a very pretty yet stern face. His eyes were dark and sharp, and his thin lips were tightly compressed, showing his indifference.