Chapter 97: Harassment

Filla's chest pressed against the glass, and the cold sent a shiver through her body.

The cold glass and David's rough thrusts filled her with a deep sense of humiliation. The thought of people in the office building across the street seeing her in this state overwhelmed her with despair and shame.

She cautiously asked David, "Can we move to the couch?"

David yanked her hair roughly, jerking her head back. "Bitch, you're not the one giving orders here!"

"You'll do exactly as you're told, or you can get the hell out!"

"Pervert!" Filla cursed inwardly but had to suppress her anger, pretending to enjoy it as she let out a soft moan.

Thinking about how Prisley had stolen the man who should have been hers, forcing her to rely on someone like David, Filla seethed with hatred.

As she endured David's rough thrusts and his merciless groping of her breasts, Filla vowed, "Prisley, don't get too comfortable. I will take Heather back, and even if I can't have him, neither will you."

David, seemed