Unforgettable: Book Three (A Hollywood Love Story #3)(86)

“Let go of me!” I screamed as he pinned me down by my shoulders.

“Shut up!” He slapped me hard across the face and then groped my quivering breasts. Fear filled every crevice of my being.

“Stop it!” I cried, futilely fighting him off. If only I had my purse, I could use my pepper spray. But in my angst-out state, I’d left it in the booth.

He squeezed my nipples and laughed. “Do you let that * boss of yours do things to you?”

“Let go of me. Please.” As I twisted and turned, a sharp pain pierced the back of my hand. For sure, a bee had stung me. Tears stung my eyes. Sobs wracked my body.

“Shut the f*ck up and spread your legs, bitch. Or I’ll do it for you.”

I watched with wide-eyed horror as he zipped down his fly, and his dick, a thick wad of repulsive pulsating flesh, sprung from his pants. He thrust himself on top of me, crushing me with his weight.


“I’m going to ram you like a jackhammer. Make it so it hurts to walk, slut.” He began to rip off my skirt and panties at once. “You’re going to pay for what you did, cunt!”

“No!” I cried out at the top of my lungs. Hot tears poured from my eyes. Desperately, I tried to fight him off, but his weight held me down. My sobs and screams filled the air. Oh please, God, no!

Then, as if my prayer had been answered, another voice roared. Three magical words.

“You f*cking bastard!”