Chapter 19 Chapter 19
At first, Grace had only been nervous that he would notice the phone's flaw. But gradually, she sensed something off in his gaze—a lust so thick it nearly overflowed and was impossible to ignore. Startled, she hurriedly stood up and took a few steps backward toward the window. She watched him warily and snapped, "Benjamin, grow up! Stop always thinking about taking revenge on women physically!"
Benjamin’s expression shifted slightly. He gave her ambiguous glances before lowering his eyelids. When he looked up again, the desire in his eyes had been replaced by coldness. He tugged at the corner of his lips and sneered, "Grace, do you really think you're Aphrodite?"
With that, he tossed the phone back to her and turned to leave.
Grace froze. Only when his footsteps faded down the corridor did she snap back to reality. She hurried to lock the door, then ran back to turn off her new phone. Finally, she collapsed onto the bed and exhaled a long breath.
Outside the hotel, Michael was surprised to see Benjamin emerge so quickly. He hurried down to open the car door for him and greeted him, saying, "Mr. Norman."
Benjamin's face was dark as he got into the car without saying a word. "Drive."
Michael started the engine and stole a glance at Benjamin's expression through the rearview mirror. Seeing the lingering anger on his face, Michael asked, "Mr. Norman, has that woman been up to her old tricks again?"
Benjamin didn't respond. After a moment, he ordered, "Have Isabella send over the most beautiful woman.”
Isabella was the top procuress at his club, Garma, and she commanded an army of beauties.
She drove the woman to Benjamin's apartment in person. Downstairs, she solemnly advised the woman, "This is the first time Mr. Norman has ever requested a woman from me. It's a rare opportunity. If you serve him well, you'll be in high favor, and I'll reap the benefits too.”
The woman giggled, her voice sweet and playful. "Oh, Isabella, you're making me nervous!"
"Nervous? Good. The more nervous you are, the better. Make him so nervous that he can't pull it off!" Isabella reached out and gave the woman a light pat on the cheek to encourage her. "Go! I'll be waiting in the car. I hope you can make me wait all night!"
Just as she was about to leave, the woman asked, "Isabella, you still haven't told me what kind of woman Mr. Norman likes!"
This question stumped Isabella. "Honestly, I have no idea. For years, Mr. Norman wasn't interested in women at all. Who knows what he's into? You'll have to figure it out yourself. Start off low-key, then gradually turn up the heat. It's best if you can strike up a conversation with him.”
Unexpectedly, Isabella misjudged the situation. As soon as the door opened, Benjamin, wearing a bathrobe, gave the beauty outside a cold look that made her uneasy. Finally, he said, "Go take a shower."
Not a single line of her carefully prepared script was used. Overwhelmed by his icy demeanor, she obediently entered the bathroom. She washed quickly and emerged.
The man, handsome yet cold and ruthless, sat on the sofa. She approached him cautiously, her voice trembling slightly. "Mr. Norman..."
He lifted his eyes to appraise her coldly. He rose silently and pulled her toward the bed. He pressed her down and forced her to kneel in a position that satisfied him.
The woman quickly complied, rocking her body back and forth. She was focused on pleasing the brutal man behind her, desperate for his satisfaction.
But Benjamin remained utterly unsatisfied. The inexplicable lust pent up inside him refused to release no matter how wildly or brutally he moved.
The woman before him was indeed beautiful, with a stunning figure. Yet he wasn't satisfied. He felt her waist wasn't slender enough and that her hips weren't soft or pert enough. She wasn't like Grace; she wasn't as good as Grace.
The woman before him gasped dramatically and turned her head to look at him.
"Don’t look at me!" he growled, gripping her nape and slamming her face hard against the mattress. Still unsatisfied, he yanked the bedsheet over her head and pulled it tight.
But this still wasn't her. She wouldn't submit so easily. She would struggle and fight back fiercely, clawing and biting like a wildcat—just like last night when, even after he came inside her, she sank her teeth into his lips.
Isabella's car waited below. She'd hoped to linger all night, but barely half a pack of cigarettes later, the woman emerged from the building in a panic.
The woman flung open the door and plopped into the seat. Before Isabella could ask anything, she began, her voice trembling with tears: "Isabella, Mr. Norman is a pervert."
Isabella was stunned and quickly scanned the surroundings before hissing in a hushed voice, "Are you out of your mind?"
The woman was crying, trembling as she recounted what had happened upstairs. Still shaken, she added, "I was terrified he'd choke me to death again or smother me with the sheets. He wouldn't let me turn around or show my face. He wouldn't let me make a sound. He just fucked me, nearly snapping my waist. He didn't even seem to come. After over ten minutes, he asked me to get out."
Even Isabella, who was a procuress, had never witnessed anything like this. Unsure how to proceed, she pondered for a while before calling Michael. "What the hell is going on? What did my girl do to upset Mr. Norman? Drop me a hint."
As Benjamin's bodyguard, Michael lived in the same apartment building. He had just witnessed the woman leave in tears. He'd been puzzling over it when Isabella's call gave him a rough idea of what had happened.
He hung up, hesitated for a long moment, and finally got up to knock on Benjamin's door.
Benjamin had already showered again and was now flipping through a magazine on the sofa.
Michael peered in cautiously and asked, "Mr. Norman, was that woman not to your liking? How about finding you another married woman?"
Benjamin glared at him. "Get lost."