The Queen's Back

Gordon's eyes bore into Mona's, a sinister glint reflecting his anger at Maxwell's earlier threats. "You," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "I want you to spend the night with me." Disgust welled up in Mona as she met his mocking gaze. "Get lo she spat.

"Then you won't get the lotus silk," Gordon sneered. "I control all of it in Nathontown. He knew the silk's importance to Mona and had deliberately cornered the market to leverage this moment. Seeing Mona unmoved, he pressed on. "If you come with me, Tilgive you everything Maxwell has and more. Even things he can't give you, like real passion. Think about it" Mona's revulsion grew as Gondon inched closer. She shoved him away forcefully. "You're nothing compared to Maxwell. Keep your damn silk!"

As she turned to leave, Mona found the door locked. Panic rose in her throat as she realized they were alone in the factory.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, barely containing her rage.

Gordon's smile was predatory. "What do you think? We're alone, in the middle of nowhere. Use your imagination, dear sister-in-law."

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As Mona glanced over her shoulder, she realized that it was just ber and Gordon in the factory. The isolation sent a down her spine; it was impossible to deny the fear creeping in. After all, he was a man, and she was a woman-there was an undeniable difference in their physical strength.. "What are you doing, Gordon?" Mona asked, trying to keep her voice steady despite the anger simmering beneath the surface.

"What do you think I'm doing? Out here in the middle of nowhere, just the two of us, late at night-surely you can guess my intentions, dear sister-in-law, Gordon said, stepping closer, his gaze fixed on her with unsettling intensity. Mona's heart raced as she processed his words. She knew exactly what he meant, and hearing it spoken aloud made her stomach twist with revulsion

"If you really think you can get away with that, don't you fear Maxwell will come after you?" she shot back, her voice dripping with disdain. I'm not just any woman; I'm a Clem. If you touch me, my family will make you regret it." Mona knew that if Gordon truly wanted to use force, she would be no match for him. It was better to play her eards carefully and threaten him first.

Gordon's gaze locked onto Mona's eyes. He casually twirled a strand of her hair around his finger, but she subtly pulled away, refusing to show her discomfort. A sly smile crept across Gordon's face. "I can only imagine how stunning your lewd photos must be, Ms. Clem. I wouldn't mind sharing them with everyone if you decide to call for help.

Mona's heart raced as she grasped the implication behind his words. If she dared to report him, he would ruin her reputation by leaking her lewd photos. In Nathontown, how could she ever show her face again?

Gordon didn't seem bothered by her retreat. He brought his hand to his nose, inhaling the scent of her hair. "So fragrant. If you're willing to cooperate, I promise you'll have a memorable experience."

Mona felt a wave of nausea at his perverted behavior. She could hardly bear to be in his presence, and the thought of reaching for her phone made her hesitate. She needed to buy time, to distract him and soften his approach.

Suppressing her disgust, she placed a hand lightly on Cordon's chest, forcing a charming smile. "Is what you just said true? If 1 agree to be with you, you'll treat me better than Maxwell does and even give me those beautiful silk garments, right?"

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Perhaps it was Mona's delicate hands that captivated Gordon, lifting his spirits considerably. "Women were often like this: with a little threat and a touch of sweetness, they could be persuaded to comply: Gordon smiled, confidence radiating from him as he declared, "Of course it's true," he boasted. "I, Gordon Carter, am a man of integrity. And Maxwell? He's merely an employee. This company will be mine for generations to come!

Mona listened to his words, feeling a wave of nausen wash over ler. She forced a smile, replying, "Of course, you're so impressive!"

Gordon's mood brightened even more at her compliment. He teased, "Not only am I good at this, but I'm also exceptional in other areas. Just wait, I'll make you feel like you're in paradise!"

As he spoke, he reached out to wrap his arms around her waist. Mona suppressed her discomfort and said softly, "Gordon, let's take it slow. I want to be the one to initiate, but I'm a bit scared since it's my first time."

Gordon inhaled deeply, taking in the subtle fragrance of Mona's hair. It was different from any woman he had known before -soft, enticing, and not overpowering. Hearing her desire to take the lead made him even more excited. "Alright then, little sister, you can take the lead."

With that, he pulled her into a hidden room. As the door swung open, Mona was taken aback. The room was fully furnished with a bed and a bathroom, everything one might need for an intimate encounter. As they entered, a sense of dread crept over Mona, What if she couldn't get her phone to call for help? Would she end up spending the night with this repulsive man? Before she could think further, Gordon leaned in closer, greedily inhaling the scent of her hair, his fingers wandering.

She instinctively pushed him away, but in Gordon's eyes, this only signaled playful resistance. "Gordon, let's shower first!Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

heen running around all day and smell like sweat," she suggested, trying to maintain some control over the situation. Gordon smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, little temptress, just wait until I'm done showering. You'll see how I can make you feel" However, a nagging thought crept into his mind. What if Mona thed to escape while he was in the shower or, worse, called for help? All his plans would be in vain. "You know what? Let's make this more interesting. Why don't you join me in the shower? We can have some fun together."

Mona recoiled at the suggestion, her instincts screaming to keep her distance. "Gordon, no way! I'm too shy for that. Let's just wash up one at a time."

"Either you join me in the shower, or we get started right now. What if I'm in the shower and you try to escape?" Gordon tightened his grip around Mona's wrist, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race.

Mona winced slightly at the pressure, struggling to pull away just enough to regain her composure. The door is locked; where could I possibly go? Besides, I'm here willingly, aren't I?"

Gordon met her serious gaze with a steely determination. "That's not the point. You need to choose-either one or the other."

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