One Night with My Maid
he pleaded, his deep baritone ragged and breathless.
Just as Elena’s legs began to give out from exhaustion and sheer emotional trauma, a heavy, hand firmly but gently caught her by the wrist. Elena gasped, her momentum pulling her backward as she was violently spun around. In a split second, she was pressed flush against the solid, radiating warmth of Zachary’s chest, his massive arms instantly wrapping around her waist like iron bands, trapping her against a brick wall.
"Bitawan mo ako! Pakawalan mo ako, Zachary!" Elena sobbed, fighting against his hold, her small fists weakly striking his chest. "Bumalik ka doon sa kaniya! Huwag mo na akong paglaruan!"
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