"When you were in bed with me, did you ever think about the closest man to you whom I killed? You kept saying I killed him, but when I pressed you beneath me, Nicole, how did you feel? Did you feel disgusted with yourself? Did you feel cheap? Hmm?"
"You...!" Nicole's whole body trembled slightly as she looked coldly at Jose Floyd.
Jose Floyd's gaze shifted downward, and he suddenly pushed Nicole onto the sofa.
Nicole's eyes panicked, she was about to stand up, but Jose Floyd held her down, his cold fingers mercilessly peeling off her windbreaker.
"Jose Floyd!" Nicole's teeth trembled with hatred.
Her chestnut curls were tied at the back of her head, cascading down her flawless white back.
