Filed to story: Big Bad Husband Please Wake Up All Episodes Free
Ciara stepped back in shock. “What are you doing?” she exclaimed.
The man hurried over and embraced her.
“Let go of me, you pervert! I’ll call the police!” Ciara struggled and was finally able to shove him off.
Jett Gellar chuckled. He looked Ciara up and down like a predator examining its prey. “Drop the act. You’re a prostitute, right? I can tell by the way you’re dressed. I know exactly how this world works. How much for the night?”
Ciara was taken aback. She shook her head and protested, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. This is the lady’s room. Please get out. Now!”
“Oh please. I just saw you trying to seduce that man His expression turned fierce. “If you’re going to sleep with someone tonight, it might as well be me.”
Despite his drunken state, Jett was still much stronger than her. He aggressively pushed her into a cubicle.
As she tried to get back out the door, he pressed her against it. She was trapped.
This vulgar man leaned into her body, a crooked smile spreading across his face. At the sight of his balding head and yellow teeth, Ciara felt sick. “Let’s get this over with. As soon as you pleasure me, I’ll let you go,” Jett whispered into her ear salaciously.
This sent a shiver down her spine and turned her face pale. “You can’t do this to me. I’m married to Adrian. He’s the Lewis family’s eldest son!”
“You think I’m stupid enough to believe that a lady from such a rich family would work as a model here?” he snorted. With one finger, he lifted her chin. “Even if that is true, I don’t care. I’m Jett Gellar. I am also from a very powerful family. I may have been afraid of the Lewiss many years ago but now that Adrian is paralyzed, he’s a sitting duck. Why don’t you just ditch him? You could be my mistress. I have immense power and money. So, what do you say?”
With that, he puckered his lips and brought them to hers.
Ciara squirmed and kicked him hard, crying out, “Help”
“Shut up. The louder you scream, the more I want to fuck you.”
With one hand, he dragged the straps of her dress down, while the other slipped up her leg.
Just as he was about to bring his hand further up her leg, another hand appeared and grabbed his hair and yanked him off her. Feeling the weight of his body moving off her, she looked up and saw a man’s hand dragging Jett out of the cubicle. The door banged shut after him.
Then the sounds of Jett’s agonized screams were heard. Clearly, someone was giving him a pretty hard beating.
Trembling, Ciara curled up into a ball and covered her ears. Tears formed rivulets down her cheeks.
After some time, the noises finally ceased.
Was it over? Was that disgusting man dead?
Ciara slowly got to her feet and peered through the gap in the door. It felt as if her heart would explode out of her chest.
Ciara’s eyes fell on Jett’s body, lying immobile on the floor. His face was covered in blood. She couldn’t tell whether he was dead or alive.
Her mysterious savior was nowhere to be seen.
With bated breath, Ciara waited. But the man.
didn’t come back. This struck her as strange. The man had saved her but seemed to have no intention of revealing his identity to her.
Frozen in shock, she waited some more. When still no one showed up, she slowly opened the cubicle door.
A dark shadow appeared out of nowhere and loomed over her.
Her skin prickled with a cold sweat. Before she could say anything or see who it was, the man flipped her over and held a hand over her eyes.
“Who… Who are you?” she asked, her voice trembling Her back leaned against his chest, and she dared not move.
His other hand was on her neck, like a noose he could tighten at will.
Ciara gulped. “Who are you?” she asked again. “Was it you who saved me? What do you want with me?”
But her questions remained unanswered. She could feel the man’s hot breath on the top of her head.
His hand slipped down onto her shoulder, before tracing the curve of her spine.
She shivered at his cold touch. “Thank you for saving me. I can give you anything you want to show my gratitude. But please let me go first.”
“Shh…” the man whispered in her ear.
She did as he said. Her eyes, swollen from crying. filled with tears again. She couldn’t help but assume the worst. This man hadn’t attacked Jett to save her. He just wanted her for himself. Yet again, she was the prey.
The man’s hand continued slowly grazing against her skin. It felt like he was inspecting her.
But it stopped when it reached the bottom of her shoulder blade.
Holding her breath, Ciara prayed he wouldn’t continue his trajectory down her body.
Suddenly, he grabbed her shoulder and pressed her even closer to his chest. As he held her, he stepped backward, dragging her with him.
She attempted to resist, scratching at his wrist and trying to pry his fingers from her.
Nothing worked. He was simply too strong. His broad arms remained wrapped tightly around her.
Feeling she had no other choice, she yelled out, bursting into tears, “Please, let me go! I’ll give you whatever you want!”
The man paused, and then she felt the grip around her loosen, and a small push on her back.
Thrown off balance, Ciara stumbled forward and reached out to the wall to steady herself.
When she turned around, the man had disappeared.
She could feel her legs wobbling under her, but she gritted her teeth and grabbed a broom from the corner of the restroom. Tiptoeing out, she held the broom as a weapon by her side.
The corridor was empty.
Ciara looked like a mess. Her face was streaked with tears, her hair rumpled, and her dress wrinkled. She looked down and saw the scratch marks Jett had left on her arms.
She walked down the corridor warily but there was no sight of the man.
He had saved her but he had also aggravated her.
Either way, she had to find out who he was.
Broom in hand, she walked on. Then the sound of wheels rolling came into earshot.