XXXmas Party: Leah Doesn't hide... (Room 3)

It was Officer Roberts.

“Well well well” he said with a sneer “There you are. Trying to hide your shame up here?”

Leah's heart sank as she locked eyes with Officer Roberts. She could feel the weight of his gaze, his presence suffocating her like a heavy blanket. She tried to muster some defiance, but fear gripped her throat, rendering her speechless.

"What are you doing here?" Leah managed to **** out, trying to sound composed despite the panic that clawed at her insides.

Roberts smirked, taking slow, deliberate steps toward her. "I could ask you the same thing, Miss Williams. Sneaking away from the party to indulge in some more of your playtime with Mr. Howard? Hiding from your sins won't save you now," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice.

Leah's mind raced, her pulse quickening with each passing second. She knew she was trapped, caught in a tangled web of deceit, luckily Officer Roberts didn’t know about the video she had made long ago…he still thought it was just an affair with Mr. Howard. Either way—she was in a bind. The knowledge burned in her chest like a brand, a constant reminder of the compromising position she found herself in.

Before Officer Roberts closed the distance between them, he turned the bedroom door’s lock mechanism.

“I hope you didn’t have an appointment with Mr. Howard.” He leered at her.

“What do you want?” Leah asked feebly.

Officer Roberts chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with a predatory gleam.

"What do I want, Leah? I want you to remember our deal." he taunted, his voice sending chills down Leah's spine.

“I…I remember it.” she said weekly.

Leah's chest tightened with dread as she realized the gravity of her situation. She was at the mercy of this fucking bastard, his demands hanging over her like a sword ready to fall.

“I want you to SHOW me you remember.” He said moving uncomfortably closer to her.

“What?!” her eyes widened “No—not here. Jonathan is downstairs. I—I can’t.”

“OH but you fucking will.” He said grabbing her by her arms. “Unless you want to stroll downstairs and let your little stupid fucking fiancé know just how much you love him.”

“Ugh! Let go of me!” Leah tried to break free from Officer Roberts' grip, but his strength was overwhelming. She was trapped, with no way out. She wanted to scream for help, but the sound of the Christmas party downstairs muffled her cries.

Officer Roberts smirked, his eyes glinting with lust. "We both know you won't tell anyone about our little secret, Leah," he said, his voice low and threatening. "And you know how much I love to see you beg for it."

Leah's heart raced as she tried to come up with a way out of this situation. She had to find a way to make him back off without drawing attention to herself. She knew she couldn't win this fight, not with him towering over her, his hand still gripping her arm.

He pulled her closer, his breath hot and foul against her face. "Now, Leah," he whispered darkly, “You can do this the easy way—or the hard way.”