Sarah stood up and watched the woman go. She clenched her fist before she went into the messy room. She still had her head lowered and kept silent.

Charles looked at her, smiling, "Come here and dress me!"

She clenched her fist again and then walked over to him. She told herself to focus only on his clothes so that she couldn't see anything that would hurt her. However, when buttoning up his clothes, she was able to see red marks under his shirt and the woman's lipstick. She couldn't keep herself from crying.

He lifted her chin and squinted, "What's wrong? Why are you so sad?"

She gritted her teeth and turned her head away from him. Charles sneered at her, provocatively, "Don't you allow me to touch you? Why do you look like you're in such pain when I make love to other women?"

She didn't say anything but answered in her mind: "I love you, but I don't want to be your mistress. I just want real love. If you can do that, I can give you everything including my body. Why do you want my body just like you want other women? Why do you sully my love?"

Charles, however, could not read her thoughts and continued to stare at her, "Or are you jealous? In fact, had you imagined replacing that woman so you could lie underneath me?"

"No!" She finally turned to look at him in the face.

He squinted and continued to play with her chin. "It's just because you have never felt that! You love me. Haven't you ever thought about lying under me one day? How about trying it today?"

She suddenly raised her hand and slapped him.

Her slap left a red handprint on Charles's face. He held his face and stared at her. Sarah stared back at him with her eyes full of tears. She didn't understand why he always played with her feelings. Didn't he know his actions could break her heart?

Regardless of how extreme her reaction might have been, Sarah didn't regret what she had done. Noticing her hard expression, Charles squinted at her, with a sense of danger in his eyes. Suddenly he pulled her back to the bed, pinned her down, and began to take off her clothes.

Sarah screamed, "Charles, what are you trying to do? Let me go. Let me go!"

She struggled and pushed him but failed because Charles was now drunk and a lot stronger than she was. Charles restrained her with even more force. Her jacket was torn off along with her suit dress, both of which were no longer wearable. Despite her struggles, he removed all of her clothes except her underwear and knickers. Her chest, however, was now also half-exposed from the struggle.

Sarah noticed a moment of opportunity and bit Charles's arm, which made him immediately loosen his grip. She quickly took this chance to escape. When she had almost crawled to the end of the bed, she was grabbed by Charles again. He pinned her down firmly, "You want to run?" His tone was chilling, resembling a sinister wolf.

With tears cascading down her face, Sarah cried out, "Let me go, Charles, What the hell are you trying to do?"

Charles looked at her, his breath tickled her soft skin. His half-naked body was undeniably sexy and he clearly felt as though he was seducing her.

"What am I doing?" said Charles, hoarsely, "I just want to see your body and know how precious it is that even I can't touch it!" He looked over her whole body greedily. Suddenly, he smiled, "Well, I can imagine how beautiful your body is. Except for being too thin, your figure is more beautiful than many other women. It's a pity that you usually wear such conservative clothes."

Charles' words sounded like a taunt, especially during such a violent interaction. Sarah felt ashamed, uncomfortable with how he objectified her. Still, she struggled, "Let me go. You are an absolute bastard, a beast!" She was so angry that her voice was beginning to tremble.

Hearing her words, Charles sneered, "A bastard, a beast? If you scold me as a bastard after this, then what will you call me in the future? This is nothing!"

"What else do you want? Let me go!" cried Sarah.

Charles moved in close to her, bewitched her, "Sarah, don't you really want me at all? You say you love me, but you don't want me?" His other hand began to rub against her body, starting at her face and then down her neck, her clavicle, until it reached her breasts.

Sarah was completely terrified and cried out, "Let me go, don't touch me!"

Charles, however, continued to squeeze her breasts and seduce her, "You really don't want me? But you are trembling, and you enjoy it. Sarah, why do you always cheat yourself?" His body was slowly getting closer to her, with his hands continuing to grope her body.

Sarah was trembling. Although she was both furious and upset, she still couldn't help but shudder whenever he touched her. She suddenly felt as though she was very cheap. Why couldn't she resist his bewitchment?

Then Charles began to kiss her, and his breath felt warm against her skin. At last, he hugged her so tightly that neither of them was able to move an inch.

Sarah struggled, but she still couldn't resist his warm embrace. Though her body responded to his seduction, her heart was still broken. She was unwilling to give herself to him, especially after he had made love with another woman just moments before in this tainted bed.

When she thought about it, she struggled even more severely and screamed, "Let me go!"

Charles had thought that she was willing to accept him before, but now her struggle was more desperate and forceful. This made him angry. He didn't know what had happened to that woman. Why did she always resist him? Now she had annoyed him again, and this time he wouldn't let her go. He wouldn't allow her to escape after seducing him! He grappled her even more tightly with both his hands and his legs. His movements became wilder and more unpredictable.

Sarah realized that she couldn't move at all, and Charles had no intention of letting her go. A feeling of helplessness overwhelmed her, sending her into even deeper despair.

Charles' head moved further downward, allowing Sarah to breathe finally. However, she was so tired that now she could only sob, "Let me go. Please don't treat me like this. I don't want to do anything with you on another woman's bed."

Nevertheless, Charles was unable to hear what she said and continued his assault.

Sarah continued to cry with her hands tightly clenching the sheet. Finally, she said, "You treat me like an animal. I will never forgive you. Not for the rest of my life. I won't forgive you. I won't forgive you for the rest of my life."

It seemed as though this sentence was now all that she could say, so she repeated it again and again.

Charles finally listened to it. He raised his head and looked into her eyes, which were filled with tears and anger. He was in shock, pinched her chin, and then asked, "Why do you hate me so much?"

"I won't forgive you for all my life!" Sarah, whose eyes were now cold with hopelessness and fear, continued to repeat it.

After looking at her for a long time, Charles himself didn't even know how to feel. Suddenly he banged his fist angrily on the bed, stood up, and glared at her. Looking at her naked body, he took a deep breath to suppress his desire, then quickly turned around to leave the room. Soon, the sound of running water could be heard from the bathroom.

Sarah was lying on the bed, with tears still pouring down her face. After she had recovered a little, she turned around and used the sheet to cover her body. She didn't know what to do. She loved him and wished desperately for some kind of romantic love. Charles, however, had always insulted her and treated her this way. She really didn't know how long their seesaw game could last.

The dim light did little to fight off the darkness of the night, nor the shadow on her heart.

Located in the golden section of this city, the office building of Thomas' Corporation stood 80 stories tall. With a high density of businesses and busy traffic, the land in this area was so expensive that only Thomas' Corporation could have the ability to buy this building as its headquarter.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, it was the busiest time in the office. In the office building, the sound of typing at computers formed a consistent drone throughout the day. Sometimes white-collar workers holding documents passed by, all of them in a frantic hurry.

In the central conference hall, which was located on the top floor, Charles, the president, was having a meeting with the senior management staff. Sarah was waiting outside, with a folder in her arms. Leaning against the wall, she did little except stare at the clock, watching time pass by.

She didn't know what she would do about Charles. After a long time of knowing each other, he clearly didn't love her, without any regard for her feelings at least. Perhaps he was just interested in her body, which was only due to the pleasure he got from conquering women. Sarah, however, still liked him a lot.

One year ago, Sarah attended an interview to work for this company. The final interviewer was Charles. When she had met him, he was reclining on his chair with his fingers interlocked on his abdomen. He was so casual, and it was his casual attitude that made him distinctive. His eyes were so delicate; his thin lips were slightly exposing his beautiful teeth. Under the sunlight, he appeared to be an impossibly handsome man.

From that moment, she was attracted to him. After the interview, she became his personal secretary, so she had more opportunities to be in contact with him and marvel at his outstanding business talents. Eventually, she fell in love with him. A man of such high quality was always easy to be loved by women, and Sarah was no exception. It had never occurred to her though that he was a devil.

He knew she loved him, but he still toyed with her emotions, as if he was happy to see that she lived an unhappy life. She thought about the situation at the hotel again. Her body was still bruised from his love bites, while the faint scent of humility lingered on her skin.

She bowed her head timidly, with her hands clutching the folder and pen tightly. She didn't know why she still persisted. If she continued to stay here, he would only bully her even more. She had already been desperate this morning. Would she still wait for that cruel hearted man? Was it all worth it?

Sarah thought for a long time. Then she looked at the closed door of the conference hall, and there was no sign of anyone about to leave. She bit her lower lip and finally turned around to go back to her office, sure that she had made up her mind.

She had decided that she was going to resign! She must leave him. She would no longer stay here and be humiliated.

Once she was back in her office, Sarah began to write her letter of resignation. While she was writing it, her eyes began to well up with tears. She had persisted for a whole year, and after all that, she was giving up. However, what could she do if she didn't give up? That man had never loved her. After finishing the resignation letter, she found a box and started to put all her things inside it.

Her assistant Nancy was not in the office, so there was no one to stop her. She quickly packed her things up, then sat on the desk and waited for Charles to return from his meeting.

After about an hour of waiting, Charles finally came back. Sarah stood up and greeted him back to the office as usual.

However, the moment that Charles saw her, he said to her coldly, "How can you leave during the meeting? What if I order something?" His tone was accusatory and hurtful.

Sarah was so upset, with her head lowered, she said, "Sir, I have thought for a long time. I still feel that I cannot adapt to this job."

Charles was about to step into his own office, but upon hearing her words, he stopped and turned around to stare at her, "What?"

Sarah dared not to look at him but bit her lower lip and answered, "I want to resign!"

Charles stared at her for a long time, then smiled coldly, "Are you sure you're not joking?"

Sarah didn't look at him. She replied firmly, "I'm not joking. This is a decision that I have carefully considered!"

Charles sneered as he fixed his tie. Calmly, he walked into his office and said, "I'm just going to ignore what you've said, get back to work."

Sarah finally raised her head, followed him into his office, and said, "I'm not joking. I have already written my letter of resignation. I'm very serious." With this, she handed him the letter.

Turning around to inspect her and the letter, Charles laughed, "Except me and this Corporation, who is going to give you a job with both a high salary and good welfare? Do you think you can live a better life after leaving me? Your sister is still at school. Without any parents, who will help you afford her tuition? Besides, you are just a graduate from an average university, where can you find a job as good as this?"

Charles's words hit Sarah like a bullet. She bit her lower lip and said confidently, "Even if it means I starve to death, I still want to resign. It's better than being humiliated and insulted here!" She put her letter of resignation on his table.

"Are you still mad about what I did in the hotel?" Charles stared at her as if he was trying to gauge her reaction. Sarah, however, didn't respond to him, which made him angry. In a fit of rage, Charles took the letter and quickly tore it apart.

Shocked, Sarah shouted at him, "You! Why do you tear my resignation apart?"

"I have the right to refuse my employee's resignation," Said Charles with a wry smile.

"You are too much!"

"Am I?" Charles walked in front of her, pinched her chin, and asked, "Sarah, do you love me?"

"Let go of me!" Sarah slapped his hand and turned her head away from him.

Charles continued to pinch her chin and said, "Sarah, don't you want a romantic love? I'll give it to you! From now on, you will be my girlfriend. I'll satisfy you and give you everything you want! Then, will you still want to resign?"

Sarah was totally shocked and stared at him, then whispered, "What did you say?"

"I say, from today on, you will be my girlfriend. I will respect you and try my best to give you what you want. So, do you still leave me?"