FLASH MARRIAGE; CHARMED BY THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE CEO - Chapter 77

Chapter 77: You Dare Beg For Him?

Jerry gulped down his saliva, beads of sweat crowding his forehead as his heart started slamming wildly against his chest. He observed that he was tied to a chair just like Gwen and they had both been stripped of their clothes to their undies. He also noticed that they were in some sort of a well-furnished hotel bedroom. He could hear tap water running and music coming from the bathroom.

‘Where the hell are we and how did we come to this place?’ Jerry pondered ransacking his brain for answers. He tried to recall the last thing he remembered until a familiar face walked out of the bathroom with a white towel tied around her chest.

Jerry’s widened eyes almost fell out of their sockets as he recognised the lady from the elevator grinning evilly at him as she slowly made her way to them.

“You!” Jerry’s voice came out in muffled sounds due to the stuffed piece of cloth inside it. He watched the lady briefly share a kiss with the tattooed guy.

‘So the nerd-looking guy in the elevator wasn’t even her lover.’ Jerry was in a daze.

“Do you know this pervert was looking at my ass?” She said, tilting her head to look at Jerry, who at this point was trembling like a fish out of the water as he held her creepy gaze.

Although terrified, Gwen was sickened to hear that Jerry was looking at another woman’s backside when he had her.

“Make him pay for that too.” The lady whispered enough for Jerry to hear, as she roughly pulled out the stuffed cloth in Jerry’s mouth.

“With all pleasure.” Her supposed rugged partner replied in a husky voice. He watched her leave the bedroom with some clothes before turning his attention to Jerry.

“You like what you see, yes?” His callous voice rapped in Jerry’s ear.

Jerry shook in head pleadingly while wondering who they were.

“Why?” The man stood up, his chiseled muscle looking like a brick wall and his inflamed gaze narrowed like that of a bloodthirsty beast. “You think her ass isn’t big enough?

“I…”

Pow!

The man’s fist came in fierce contact with Jerry’s cheek, instantly knocking out a tooth from his mouth.

“No…” Gwen cried, struggling with the cuff holding her hands behind her.

Jerry thought his neck had been dislocated from the punch as it whipped sideways from the force. He could literally see stars dancing before his eyes and he could hear a ringing sound in both his ears.

“Do you think it’s big now?”

Jerry heard the man growl as he slowly tilted his head to face him.

Afraid that saying no might provoke the beast, he nodded his head, confirming his initial thoughts.

Pow!

Another fist landed on his other cheek as if his face was now the man’s punching bag.

“Agh!” Jerry groaned, his banging head, whipping the other way. The stars dancing around his head increased in number as he spat out more bloodied saliva.

“Please, stop!” Gwen pleaded, struggling in her seat.

“Shut up, b*tch.” The man went over to Gwen and gave her a third slap on her burning right cheek.

“No… please leave her out of this.” Jerry pleaded, hot tears streaming down his face.

The man returned his ferocious gaze back to Jerry, a creepy grin framing his lips.

“Now, let’s get down to business.” He said, returning to Jerry’s side and picking up the charged electric metal rod.

“Why were you following my boss?”

“Huh…which bo….ahh!” A shriek of pure horror erupted from the pit of Jerry’s stomach, his teeth clenched as his body shook vigorously.

“Please…you will kill him.” Grew muffled words fell off deft ears as the tattooed man’s electric metal rod stayed a little longer on Jerry’s side.

The man removed the rod from Jerry’s skin when he saw that the latter was reaching his limit.

“Now let’s try this again. Who are you and why were you following my boss?”

“Jerry Morgan…” Jerry said panting heavily his quivering eyes on the rod in his tormentor hand. “I swear… I was just following my ex-wife.”

“And yet my boss’s pictures are on your wife’s phone and yours as well.” The man growled.

“We…Agh!!!” Jerry let out another shriek of horror as the metal rod tip came in contact with his skin a second time.

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Meanwhile, inside a lavishly furnished presidential suite, Amelia dropped her clutch on the table, staring at Blaze who hadn’t said a word to her since they left the event. Her thoughts were a blizzard of conflicting emotions as she gazed into his cold and dangerously brimming eyes.

She could tell he was furious at her for all the insults Tyler had hurled at him and she feared he may go after Tyler if she let him out of her sight.

Blaze’s gaze shifted to her phone inside her clutch which had been ringing off the hook ever since they took the elevator. He could see the hesitation in her eyes as they darted between his and her clutch. But she didn’t make any move to answer the call.

Without saying a single word to her, Blaze picked up her clutch and brought out her phone. He switched it off and tossed it on the couch before reverting his piqued gaze back to her.

Taking a deep breath, Amelia decided to speak first.

“Blaze, I’m sorry for the way…”

“Go to the bedroom, take a shower and go to bed,” Blaze said in a deadpan tone, cutting Amelia off from mentioning the soon-to-be dead jerk’s name. “We’ll talk in the morning.” He said and made a move to leave.

But Amelia, being stubborn and at the same time afraid for Tyler’s life hurried to block the closed door.

“Blaze please…” She said taking his clenched right fist into her trembling hands. “Don’t hurt him. He doesn’t know who you…”

In one swift and dangerous move, Amelia felt her back crash roughly on the door, with Blaze’s iron grip around her neck, as though he were about to snap it. Her eyes widened in alarm and her heart started slamming wildly against her chest as she stared into the beast eyes Blaze had suddenly transformed into. She tried to struggle but his grip only got tighter, almost choking the breath out of her.

“You dare beg for him,” Blaze growled in a low, deep and spine-chilling voice.