He had missed her lips for a long time.
His mind was blown the moment their lips contacted.
The fragrance from her body found its way into his nose. He was not repulsive to it back when he first smelled it.
Harold, who followed him like a shadow, knew his habit. He hated women for wearing all kinds of pungent perfume. The fragrance from Gloria's body, however, was inborn and refreshing.
He could even hear her rapid breathing.
He knew that she felt it. That was not a reaction of anger and panic.
She raised her hands, trying to push the man away.
One step faster, he grabbed her hands and deprived her of her ability to struggle. Facing the man, the boxer was reduced to a powerless woman.
The blood drained from her face. Jordy was doing this on purpose to humiliate her.
She was hopping mad.
However, her arms had been pinned down on her sides. There was no room for resistance.