Chapter 4 This Woman Was Satisfactory

Andreas quickly spread Eleanor's legs and entered her, filling her up with his hard, erect penis.

Eleanor's forehead furrowed deeply as she felt a wave of agony and pain.

She bit her bottom lip hard to stifle the moan that almost escaped her mouth.

His palm caressed her supple breasts, and as he felt her squirm, a tremendous sensation overpowered him.

Eleanor looked up at the man on top of her, noting his icy features, yet his eyes had a mocking twinkle.

She shook her head at him, but he thrust harder, and the head of his penis seemed to touch a bone.

Feeling that it was retribution for leaving him years ago, she complied with his roughness. Her feet pointed like a dancer's and her toes curled.

He had no compassion in his moves; they were brutal.

It was a while before he finally pulled out, releasing Eleanor from his hold.

Eleanor sat up, her eyes reddened as she met his gaze with a silent fury.

Andreas, unfazed, reached into his pocket, pulling out a stack of cash and tossing it at her feet.

"Take the month off," he said coolly.

When she didn't move, remaining motionless and defiant, his expression darkened slightly.

"Not enough?" he muttered, tossing another wad of bills with a dismissive flick.

The gesture stung, stripping away the last shreds of Eleanor's dignity.

Fighting back the welling tears, she quietly dressed, then stooped to pick up the money he'd thrown.

After all, he had already slept with her, and these bills were what she deserved.

Besides, hadn't she also tipped him after their encounters before?

Andreas watched her, a flicker of disdain flashing in his eyes as she collected the cash.

She ignored him, slipping out the door as he turned away.

Andreas dressed, his gaze falling on the wetness left on the table, his expression shifting briefly as he considered it.

Just then, a knock interrupted his thoughts.

Andreas shifted his gaze away. "Come in."

The door opened, and Gemma stepped in cautiously.

Her eyes flicked to the faint mark on the table, a flash of jealousy crossing her face before she masked it.

"What is it?" Andreas asked, fastening the last button on his shirt, his voice low and steady.

Gemma quickly looked away, choosing her words carefully.

"Late last night... one of the girls-she jumped from the building."

Andreas paused, his expression unreadable, though a brief tension settled over his features.

"I told you to keep them alive," he replied coldly.

Gemma lowered her head, swallowing her words.

Without another glance, Andreas shrugged on his coat and strode toward the door.

As he passed her, he added curtly, "Clean up the mess."

Gemma's voice trembled as she spoke, her urgency barely contained.

"That woman... she was an undercover officer. She'd been collecting evidence... against us."

Her voice faded to a whisper.

Andreas cast a sharp glance her way, his gaze fierce and unyielding.

Gemma felt a chill under his scrutiny, her breath catching slightly.

"She... she stored all the evidence on a memory card," Gemma said, her voice barely steady. "She swallowed it before she died."

Andreas's expression remained impassive. "You must retrieve it." His tone was calm, almost indifferent, as if nothing could ruffle him.

Gemma hesitated, her mind flickering back to the faint mark on the table she had noticed earlier.

Swallowing her thoughts, she nodded firmly. "Understood, Mr. Clark. I'll get it back."

Andreas didn't respond, already turning to leave.

Just before stepping out, he remarked casually, "This woman tonight was... satisfactory."

Gemma froze, his words hitting her with unmistakable clarity.

She understood that if Eleanor hadn't pleased him, her own fate would likely have been in jeopardy.

But the fact remained-Eleanor wasn't one of the casino's girls. How could she be kept at Andreas's side?

Gemma's gaze narrowed, and a new resolve glinted in her eyes as she made a silent decision.