Sam froze at the doorway.
"What are you doing in Alice's room?" came Tim's voice, sharp and suspicious.
She blinked. "lOh… the baby's name is Alice?
"Before that—where's my phone?" she snapped back.
"I asked you a question, Sam," Tim said, his voice low and tense.
"And I asked you one," she retorted, her face flushed with rising anger.
"Sam!!!." His voice dropped an octave. It was no longer calm—it rumbled with something dangerous, something that made her stomach twist. The cute, soft-spoken bunny she admired had vanished. In his place stood a predator, and she felt like prey.
"I… I didn't have my phone, and I was bored, so I took a walk," she murmured, eyes lowered.
"I'm sorry. Sorry for yelling at you."He answer right away.
"I found out who that guy is," he said finally. "The one who told you to come to his house. We're going there. Now."
"What?" Her voice cracked, but he was already walking out of the room.
He's not serious… is he going to fight for me?
They arrived at a rundown apartment complex. Dust clung to the walls and cobwebs hung like curtains. It didn't look like anyone had lived there for years. Outside, Tim stood still, his gaze locked on the front door like a soldier waiting for an enemy. He didn't blink. Not once.
A man entered the room a moment later. He looked about twenty-seven, dressed head-to-toe in black. His dark eyes landed on Sam immediately.
"Well, hello, Sammy," he said with a smirk.
Sam stiffened. "Why did you call me here?"
"To come back to work for me," he said casually. "My maid got pregnant and ran off. I figured you're the only one who could fill her shoes."
He reached for her hair.
"I'm not working for you," she spat, jerking her head back.
"That's the problem. That's why you got beaten, remember?" His grin darkened. "But I don't want to hurt you. Just work for me. I want your perfume on my bed… your clothes on the floor of my room."
"I said I'm not working for you! Haven't you changed at all?" she snapped. "You still look like a fool. I don't like you. Leave me alone—I have someone else I care about."
"Oh? In love with some boy? That's impossible. Or maybe…" He tilted his head. "Are you gay now?"
"That's none of your business! I'm not your wife, your girlfriend, or your maid anymore. Let me go!"
He grabbed her wrist tightly. "Seems like someone needs to be taught a lesson for being disobedient."
Everyone wants to punish me, she thought bitterly. Go ahead. Do it. You coward.
"Let me go!" she screamed.
But this time, her voice wasn't just loud—it was desperate.
He yanked her hair, dragging her toward him, his hand sliding to her chest. She nearly screamed.
Outside, Tim's hands curled into fists. He had promised her he wouldn't interfere—but he couldn't just stand there. His body shook with rage.
This sweet, quiet bunny was no longer soft. She was fierce. And he… he had to protect her.
"Shit," he muttered, face red with fury.
"Let me go!" Sam shouted again, struggling against her attacker.
When he reached for her again, Tim couldn't take it anymore. He stormed into the apartment like a whirlwind and threw a punch straight at the guy's face. Blood splattered across the wall as the man stumbled back.
Tim placed himself in front of Sam. "Don't touch her again," he growled.
Sam's fists hit his back weakly. "I told you not to come! You've only made it worse!" she cried, her voice breaking.
The man wiped the blood from his nose, glaring. "So, Sam… you really do—" he paused when blood dripped down his lip. "My face! My handsome face!"
Tim hit him again, harder this time. "Don't ever lay a finger on my woman again."
He reached for Sam's hand, but she pulled away.
"Josh… Josh, are you okay?" she asked, rushing to the injured man.
Tim's heart clenched. Jealousy burned in his chest.
She dabbed at Josh's nose with a rag. "I'm sorry," she whispered and leaned in as if to hug him.
Tim didn't wait.
He grabbed her like she weighed nothing and tossed her over his shoulder.
"Let me go! Let me go, you moron!" she yelled, pounding on his back with her fists. But he didn't flinch.
He shoved her into the car and slammed the door.
To the driver." Don't look back. Don't check the mirror. Just drive," he ordered.
"Yes, sir," came the driver's deep voice.
Inside, Sam squirmed. "Let me go!" she cried again.
Tim leaned over her. "You've earned yourself a punishment."
"Leave me—!"
But before she could finish, his lips were on hers. Hard. Possessive.
She almost bit him, but then… her body relaxed. Her heart raced. His taste lingered on her lips. She wanted more, but stayed still, breathless.
"That was one," he said darkly.
He kissed her neck, then her ear.
Oh God… this kind of punishment… anything but this. Flog me. Hit me. Just not this…
"Second," he murmured, trailing back to her mouth.
His hand slid down, brushing the edge of her chest.
Then—
"Sir, I need to turn the car, but I can't see without using the mirror," the driver interrupted.
Tim sighed. "Fine. Your punishment continues at home."He said to her.