Deny Me Before Man 소설 & 이야기

“Strong?" Then Andre stepped even closer, close enough now that the man had no choice but to lift his head slightly. “Listen carefully,” Andre said, his voice low. The man didn’t move but trembled slightly. “If you ever use that word again to excuse failure, it will be the last thing you say.” The warning landed exactly as it was meant to. The man’s throat tightened. “Yes… sir.” Andre held his gaze for another second, making sure the message settled fully. Then he stepped back.

Angela's POV The young man lowered his head, fists clenched at his sides. “I’m sorry, sir…” I spoke up again, louder this time. “I told you, it was my fault, not his!” Aaron shot me a brief glance before turning back to the man. “Listen carefully,” he said, his voice low and controlled. “No one steps in here without permission. No one rides my horses without supervision. I’ll let it slide once. Let it happen twice, and you won’t be working here anymore.”

A pause. Then: “There are rules.” Denise exhaled sharply. “Of course there are.” Liam’s gaze didn’t move from her face. “Rule one,” he said. Denise crossed her arms. “I’m already tired of this.” “You don’t leave the estate without permission.” Denise laughed once, short and disbelieving. “You’re serious.” “I don’t joke about access.” That word again. Access. Like she was something that could be controlled through permission. Denise shook her head. “I’m not a prisoner.”

"The gate isn't working. Can you open it manually?" The man leaned down, resting his hands on my car door. He gave me a polite, empty smile. "Good morning, Mrs. Montgomery. I’m afraid the gate is restricted today. Mr. Vane has ordered a full security update on the perimeter." "I need to go out," I said, my heart beginning to thud. "I have an appointment. Just open the gate for one minute, and you can go back to your update." "I’m sorry, ma'am," he said, not sounding sorry at all. "My orders are clear. No vehicle leaves this property without direct permission from Mr. Vane."

He quickly set down his coffee and stood up. "M-Mr. Knight?" It was Dad. And he didn't even spare Jeremy a glance. Instead, he continued walking slowly toward me. He was in his 80s, but his back was still straight, and he was dressed impeccably in a dark gray suit, his buttons done up until the very first one. He looked at the scratch marks on the back of my hand before turning around to address the room, striking his cane angrily against the floor. "Since when has it been anyone else's place to use such filthy, despicable methods to smear my adopted daughter and student whom I personally trained?"

"It’s…alluring." Linda didn’t like the way he looked at her—with a glimmer of malice in his eye. And even staring at Evans shirtless wasn’t enough to keep her there much longer. "Look, I lived in Manhattan for five years. I’m hardly ignorant compared to almost everyone else who goes to our school, and I’m tired of this. Get over whatever it is you think you know about me, and leave me alone."

But I didn't listen, instead, I said something I never would have thought I would ever say in his lifetime. "Mason Israel Maxson, I reject you as my human mate!"

let go-- I speak slowly seeing that it had an effect, because he lets her go anyway making her fall to the ground --- Why are you defending her?-- he asks, still growling but not shouting --- I'm not defending her, I just think we've already put on a great show for them-- I say pointing to the people who are watching He follows my gaze and speaks again --- I want you to know that much worse things will happen if any of you try to mess with what's MINE, am I clear?-- he asks furiously to the people present who soon nod their heads-- I want to fucking hear-- he says deniel exasperated

Cordy snapped frostily. "Down on your knees and apologize, and let my wife slap you. Then you can have your phone back," the man said with vile smugness. "What if I refuse?" Cordy growled. "Do you think you can do anything you like just because you're pretty?!" Adam shrieked. "Do you think every man will fall for your wiles? I'm sorry, but you're not my type at all! There's no telling how many other men had been down there—it's filthy!"

The surrounding patrons turned their heads, their conversations momentarily pausing as they witnessed the swift justice being served. The bartender, a burly Cuban with a stern expression, approached the commotion. "What's going on here?" he demanded Marcus released his grip on the man's wrist and turned to face the bartender, maintaining his composure. "This gentleman here thought it was acceptable to disrespect my wife. I merely taught him a lesson in manners," he explained calmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. The bartender, understanding the situation, nodded approvingly. "Good riddance. We don't tolerate such behavior in our establishment. He's banned from here for life," he dec