62. Plea

Yohan stood there, panting and grappling with his conflicting emotions. Desire, anger, and an undeniable connection to Sara battled within him, leaving him torn and uncertain about his own feelings. The turmoil in his heart mirrored the chaos of the shattered pieces of their once-promising relationship. He couldn't understand how Sara could so easily seduce him by just dancing and talking to other men, igniting a fire that he couldn't control.

As Yohan's frustration consumed him, Leslie approached him with genuine concern in her voice, "Yohan... Are you okay? Oh no! Your palm is bleeding."

Yohan's gaze, heavy with anger, locked onto hers as he closed the distance between them. He gently cradled her face in his hands, the touch contrasting with the coldness in his demeanour.

"I wanna fuck you," he uttered, his voice chilling and filled with longing.

Pressing her against the wall, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, causing her to gasp in surprise. The zipper of her dress sli