The Wrong Woman

"Miss, we're here," the driver softly called out after stopping the car.
Candice snapped out of her reverie. She quickly wiped away her tears and took out cash to pay.
"Thank you," she said before getting out.
As the door closed, the cab slowly drove away.
Candice looked up at the brightly lit villa in front of her. She sighed heavily before walking dejectedly toward it.
Just as she approached the large iron gate, a figure suddenly rushed up from behind her. She was shocked when her arm was
grabbed. Before she could react, she was yanked to the side of the wall. Candice screamed in shock. Before she could
comprehend what was happening, someone kissed her. At that moment, she was dumbfounded. She stared wide-eyed in terror
at the face so close to hers. Through the blurry vision, she saw Elio. Finally regaining her senses, she began to struggle.
However, the more she struggled, the harder he pressed against her. He pinned her wrists above her head with his solid chest
pressed tightly against her.
His kiss was violent, aggressive, and wild. He sucked and bit her lips and tongue until they hurt, almost as if he wanted to devour
her.
His fury was palpable, and his kiss was relentless.
Candice had never imagined that Elio could be so terrifying when he got angry, even when he kissed. She began to panic
because she felt like he was going to eat her.
As she gasped for breath, she could feel her lips were swollen and aching. She was held so tightly that she could barely breathe.
Cold sweat broke out on her back, making her feel powerless.
She was so afraid of him that tears streamed down her face. Her body trembled as she sobbed, and she couldn't stop crying.
It wasn't until Elio tasted the salty tears that he slowly regained his senses. He released her lips and lowered his head to rest
against her trembling forehead. Breathing heavily, he closed his eyes and remained silent.
Biting her swollen lips, Candice slowly cried out in pain. At that moment, she was still trembling with fear.
The dim yellow street light filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on Elio's figure. His shadow enveloped Candice.

Even in the faint light, he could see Candice's terrified and tear-streaked face. Her lips were swollen from his kiss. She looked so
fragile and pitiful that it made his heart ache. Candice was crying, but her hands were still pinned above her head. As she took
deep, labored breaths, her tense and sorrowful mood gradually eased.
She sniffled and choked out, "You... Let me go... Or else... I'll call someone..."
Elio tightened his grip on her wrists. His gaze was dark and intense, making it hard to read. He looked very intimidating.
He gulped. His voice was hoarse as he said, "Candice, when we slept together, you were sober. It was consensual, so it's not a
drunken mistake. You're not confused as well, and there were no drugs involved."
Candice's face flushed with embarrassment. She nervously swallowed because she felt shy. As she looked at him nervously, she
had no idea why he was bringing it up.
In this modern society, wasn't a one-night stand normal, especially between two consenting adults?
Elio continued in a serious tone, "I'm not looking for a thrill. You can'tè pretend nothing happened because our relationship is no
longer innocent, so you'd better realize how serious this is."