Chapter 97
Although Alexander owned the Sinclair Group, was wealthy and good-looking, tall and handsome with an outstanding presence, and was the dream man of countless socialites in Oceancrest City.
Lila didn't like him.
Making her sleep in the same bed with a man she didn't like, having sex with him, was no different from being raped.
She would rather die!
Lila knew that at this point, any more words would be useless.
But she couldn't just give in and accept her fate.
Before Alexander stepped into the master bedroom, Lila stared at him with calm eyes, clearly expressing her position, "I don't want to sleep with you. I'm not willing. If you insist on forcing me, I don't know what I might do."
Alexander's gaze was fixed straight ahead, and he didn't look at her face when speaking, "Really? I'm also curious to see if a woman who says she's unwilling will be just as honest with her body."
This statement gave Lila the feeling that Alexander was very experienced.
His foot had already stepped into the bedroom, his steady pace heading toward the bed.
Lila glanced at the bed, then at Alexander, and asked tentatively, "Have you never been rejected by a woman?"
He glanced at her in his arms from the corner of his eye, "To be precise, although many women like me, not a single one has had the guts to confess to me."
If that was the case, why did he insist on sleeping with her?
Lila gritted her teeth and brought up his first love, making one last desperate attempt, "You like Celeste but still want to sleep with me. How can you face her?"
Unexpectedly, Alexander was completely unmoved.
He even sneered, "Marrying you is what's unfair to her. But sleeping with you, she would understand."
Lila didn't get it.
What did he mean Celeste would understand him sleeping with her?
Also, if marrying her already made him feel so wronged, why did he still want to have sex with her?
Lila had so many questions in her head, but all these questions, as if on cue, instantly vanished the moment her body was thrown into the center of the bed.
All her attention was now on Alexander, who stood by the bed unhurriedly unbuttoning his shirt.
Alexander wasn't joking—he was serious.
If she had known this, why did he earlier put on an act that they could slowly develop feelings and discuss things, making her kiss him?
Was he playing with her?
Even Lila's good temper wore thin at this moment.
She moved toward the edge of the bed, trying to stand up.
Alexander saw through her intention, "I suggest you surrender. There are only the two of us in this villa, and the soundproofing is excellent. Even if you scream for help, no one will hear you."
"How do you know I'll scream for help?"
"If you won't scream for help, are you planning to submit to me?"
Lila stared at his every move and said with apparent ease, "No, I already told you I'm not willing."
Alexander quite appreciated the calmness she displayed at this moment and asked with a slight smile, "So, what do you plan to do?"
Lila said unhurriedly, "Come closer and try, then you'll find out."
A hint of interest appeared in Alexander's eyes.
Was this a threat?
Good. He had never been threatened by a woman before.
He hadn't expected that Mrs. Sinclair, who usually seemed gentle, sweet, and easy to bully, would show such stubborn determination at this moment.
Alexander suddenly felt his desire to conquer had been stirred up by Lila.
Lila noticed that during his silence, he had already unbuttoned the last button on his white shirt...