Sentenced to Marriage novel Chapter 86

On my own Did he see me placing a bug under his desk? Idiot! I was so focused on reaching the right surface that I could stick the chip to that I stopped paying attention to the one person I should have feared the most!

“What are you talking about, Agent Packton?” I covered my inner panic with a smile while sliding my hand into the purse to search for my phone.

My back was leaning against his desk and had no chance to escape from the agent standing a few inches away from me. Packton’s hand went to my chin. He grabbed it hard, his thumb stroking my cheek. “You’re a naughty wife who tries to seduce me with her fine ass.” He chuckled and licked his lips. “I met many women like you. Playing innocent and hard to get, but deep down inside, dreaming of a good fuck.” I grabbed his wrist and jerked his hand away from my face. “How dare you!” I hissed. “I came here only to bring you the phone, nothing else!” I pushed him away and tried to get to the door.

“Where do you think you are going?!” he roared, grabbing my hand. A second later, he yanked my arm and pushed me back to his desk.

I was terrified, but I couldn’t give up. “I will accuse you of sexual harassment and physical assault!” I yelled from the top of my lungs, praying that someone would hear me and react. I knew that I couldn’t count on Jack since he wasn’t allowed to enter his office while he was on suspension, but I still hoped that maybe some other agent would be alerted by my scream. Of course, that didn’t happen.

Packton only laughed at my attempts and leaned over me, pushing his knee between my legs.” This is my territory, sweetheart. You came to me all by yourself. Do you think that anyone would believe you if you said that I attacked you?”

My whole body shivered, terrified of the man in front of me, but I refused to submit to him. I needed to keep my mind clear despite everything. He didn’t think of me as a threat, as lust clouded his judgment, and I knew that I had to use that against him. While locking his eyes on my face, he didn’t even notice that one of my hands was still in my purse, reaching for my

phone and trying to pick Aren’s number on the speed dial. I could only pray that my desperate attempts would work, but I couldn’t even glance at the screen without shifting his attention to my phone. A heartbeat later, he noticed it anyway as he tried to restrain my hands. Without thinking, I threw my purse at him while tightening the grip on my phone.

As I activated the voice assistant, I shouted to the phone, “Call Aren!”

I called him out of fear. I wasn’t thinking. I wanted to let him know that I was in trouble, but at the same time, I knew that if he came to my rescue right away, Packton would get suspicious about the reason I came to his office.

He growled, knocking the phone off my hand. His hands went to my neck. “Bitch, don’t try to fight me!”

My phone landed on the floor, a few feet away from the desk. Its screen was flashing brightly

“Have a good day, Agent Packton,” I hissed sarcastically as I stepped out through his threshold and then slammed the door behind me.

His secretary wasn’t by her desk, and the whole corridor was empty, but I didn’t have time to wonder why. I rushed through the corridor, hoping that the terrifying man wouldn’t try to run after me. I tried to keep my composure and acted as if nothing happened until I left the FBI floor. Only then, when I was going down the elevator, did my mask fall off. My eyes became watery, and my body trembled as if I was freezing. As I stepped out of the elevator, my vision was already blurry from tears. I only knew where the exit was, and I headed there when suddenly, someone’s arms wrapped around me, pressing my head to a firm man’s chest.

“Thank God, you’re OK…” Aren muttered, his voice almost cracking.

I sniffled, burying my face in him, inhaling his scent in a frantic need for comfort. “We need to get out of here,” he whispered to my ear, leading me out of the building, and then straight to a car.

I was practically glued to him all the way, even after we got into the car and drove away. Aren didn’t mind. He kept his arms around me tightly as if he was afraid to let me go. “I have never been more worried and helpless… Don’t ever do that to me again,” he whispered against my ear, kissing my hair and squeezing me tighter in his embrace.

I let out a breathy chuckle. “Believe me, I don’t want to repeat that ever again…” He leaned back to look into my eyes and stroked my cheek. “The moment you called me… When I heard him, knowing that he was trying to hurt you… God!” he groaned, pressing my