Chapter 63: Who Do You Think You Are?

A strong hand stopped Maggie's escort. The man's fingers were long and clean. The escort frowned, trying to break free, but he couldn't budge. "Sir, who are you?" he demanded.

"All of you, leave," Nathael said, his gaze fixed on Maggie, his voice cold and commanding. His dark eyes were profound and enigmatic. Seeing Maggie and Mia showed no interest in keeping the escort, he departed, disappointed.

Maggie didn't dare look back. She wished she could disappear. Panic welled up inside her. What should I do? What should I do? Who can tell me what to do now? Should I just faint like Master Cameron?

Nathael seized her delicate wrist and lifted her from the sofa. "Ms. Adam, what a coincidence," he said.

Stunned, Maggie gazed up at him, her face flushed, attempting to appear dazed and drunk. She blinked blankly. "Sir, who are you?" she repeated.

Nathael chuckled angrily. He encircled her slender waist, pulling her close, and whispered, "I'm so disappointed to see how quickly you change lovers." Tears welled in Maggie's eyes. I should have just fainted! she thought. What a disaster!

"Oh, no my head is spinning" she murmured, massaging her temples. Damn it! What should I do now?

"Sir, perhaps we can discuss this tomorrow. I'm feeling a bit dizzy," she said.

Her attempt at acting failed. Nathael saw right through her. "No. We have to do this tonight. I will ensure your satisfaction, Ms. Adam." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his beautiful eyes filled with a mixture of tenderness and danger. "Don't let's just forget about it I'm feeling better all of a sudden. I would hate to trouble you, Mr. Harris," she stammered, forcing an awkward smile.

How did the esteemed seventh son of the Harris family become involved in this?

Maggie tried to flee, but Nathael pulled her back. "I'm surprised you recognize me, Ms. Adam," he said in a low voice.

"Mr. Harris, you're like a gentleman from a painting, possessing a noble temperament and handsome appearance. Since I met you, I've been consumed with thoughts of you day and night. Even if I fail to recognize myself, I will certainly recognize you, Mr. Harris," Maggie gushed, showering him with exaggerated flattery.

Nathael chuckled coldly. If her acting weren't so over-the-top, he might have believed her.

He lifted her, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. "Nathael, put me down!"

He shot her a cold glance. "Be quiet."

Maggie bit her lip, afraid to provoke him further. She felt wronged.

Soon, she was unceremoniously shoved into a car. Nathael lowered the partition, discarded his coat, and commanded, "Drive."

Maggie's heart trembled. She knew him too well. He usually tolerated her, but in certain matters, he was a petty, maddening lunatic!

"I made a mistake. I know it now. I shouldn't have given in to temptation, and I shouldn't have looked for male escorts. I shouldn't have been captivated by your beauty. I shouldn't have" she cried pitifully.

He pulled her onto his lap, his large hand gripping the back of her head as he kissed her fiercely—a mix of punishment and revenge, wild yet controlled.

Maggie gasped for breath, feeling dizzy and weak. It didn't stop there.

As he unzipped her dress, the soft music blended with the sound of the zipper, tantalizing his primal desires. Maggie froze, then her clothes slipped off, revealing her body to the warm air.

"Nathael" she cried out in distress as he kissed her collarbone frantically. She felt like she was losing her mind!

His lips were scorching hot, sending electric shocks wherever his fingers touched. Maggie struggled to pull up her skirt, but Nathael restrained her hand and kissed the lace against her skin. His narrow eyes glinted with desire, a dangerous anger simmering within. "Maggie, didn't I tell you that if you want to fool around with me, I'm happy to oblige? Why involve others?"

Maggie's body trembled, whether from sensitivity or anger, she wasn't sure. She tried to break free, but he pinned her hands, rendering her immobile.

"Ugh"

Half-naked in the cramped, dimly lit carriage, her skin flushed, Maggie's eyes welled up with tears, a sense of emptiness swirling within. He unhooked the last of her clothing.

Maggie was terrified. Overwhelming heat and emptiness spread to her soul. "Nathael, you jerk! You're such a bully!"

Overwhelming shame tinted her eyes red. She had never felt this vulnerable.

"Why can't I look for escorts? I haven't done anything wrong. It's consensual. You mean nothing to me. Even my father doesn't control me; why do you think you have the right to control me?!"

Her words stung Nathael. He chuckled, a burning desire swirling in his eyes. "Say it again."

Stubborn, Maggie raised her tear-streaked face. "I'll say it again! I'll look for whoever I want. Why do you care, Mr. Harris? Just because I fooled around with you, do you think you have the right?"

She trailed off, realizing the impact of her words. Nathael had a way of provoking her to lose control! She bit her lip; some things were better left unsaid. In her past life, she'd been at odds with him for nearly a decade. Using words as weapons was her forte, but now, she was pushed to her limits. She'd forgotten his past restraint and kindness.

Nathael's eyes darkened, his gaze cold as he sneered, gripping her chin. "Really? Fooled around with me? You're asking why I think I have the right?"

Let's Start All Over Again, Shall We?