Standing her ground

Charlotte's eyes widened as she heard what Lucas had just blurted out, her heart dropped to her stomach as she felt Lucas's breath tingling her neck.

How was it possible that he was so sure she was the stripper, there's no way, he just wanted her to admit to his claims, she thought.

“Sir I don't know what you are talking about, please let me go, you are hurting me ", she cried out, refusing to give in to his claims.

Lucas applied pressure to her hands and continued, “You are still going to lie? How is it that you have the same necklace as the stripper, then? Explain to me!” He fumed.

Charlotte struggled with him as tension lingered in the air, she feared what Lucas might do to her if she admitted to it, why was he so desperate to know whether she was the stripper or not? What does he want to do with her? She thought.

Charlotte groaned in pain as she tried to distract him to think of an answer to his question.

“Answer me, bitch!” He growled.

“…. I don't know which stripper you are tal