Sweet Sexy Lover

Then Christy pointed at her head, dimpling like a flower, and replied, "I only have the memory of one man in my mind, and that isn't you."

Her words made Osborne feel sour, agitated and unhappy.

Seeing the pink and white ruffle-necked slim-fit dress she was wearing, he said sarcastically, "You are already having an affair with another man? Why are you so eager for men? Did the dress that man bought for you?"

He had the impression that Christy only wore cheap clothes, all of which were casual types, rarely dresses.

While the dress brand she was wearing was only affordable to 2000 people in the world, even some famous super stars couldn't afford it.

Then, he suddenly held her chin tightly and stared at her. His face darkened with anger and asked, "How many times have you had sex with that man?"

Christy felt that she was insulted by his words but she curbed the impulse to give him a slap.

Slapping him will only make her hands dirty.

She held back all her anger, aggravation and grievance and smiled lightly, "It's none of your business, but no less than a hundred times."

"A hundred times?" Osborne was irritated and his eyes turned red immediately. "You are such a bitch." He said.

Osborne felt that he was simmering with extreme anger and had to give vent to it. Suddenly he reached out and tore up her dress with all his might.

Christy was frightened. She cried out, "What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

As she was rushing to escape, Osborne caught and threw her to the car.

With her back hitting the car, Christy frowned in pain.

Osborne, however, walked up to her and ripped her dress like a madman.

Christy struggled and cried out, "Stop, are you insane? Stop... Stop..."

She tried to reach out to stop him, but her hand was then seized by Osborne's powerful palm and lifted above her head.

She then tried to kick him, but Osborne pressed her with his body, placing her legs between his feet so that she couldn't move.

"You bastard, I hate you, stop..."

Her clothes that were intact were torn into fabrics, and she couldn't stop him even though she was screaming at the top of her lungs.

Tears of despair, frustration, and grief wet her entire face.

Regardless of the pain in her wrist, she struggled to free herself and slapped him hard on the face.

"You're an asshole." Christy shouted and sobbed hysterically with her eyes filled with tears and hatred.

Osborne finally stopped.

He stared at her with blood-red eyes.

"How dare you!" Osborne was totally annoyed and couldn't believe it.

He squinted, pressed on towards her and held her chin tightly again, and mocked her by saying, "Why are you pretending to be a virtuous woman? What are you panicking about? Or nervous about? Do you think I tore your clothes off to fuck you?"

He smiled sarcastically and whispered in her ear, "We've been 'dating' for three years, and do you know why I didn't even hold your hand or touch you as your fiancé? Did you think I was respecting you?"