Betrayal

For some unknown reason, the air in Elizabeth's bedroom place began to get unnecessarily heated up. 

But by the time Elizabeth turned to walk away, Aldrich caught her by her waist. With that one hand curling about her waistline, he succeeded in turning her about to have her front now facing him. With her hands rested casually on his chest, her eyes glowed wide in shock from what he had done. 

She gasped. 

Aldrich, meanwhile, was feeling aroused, the feeling of getting her where he wanted her excited him. Before Lizzie could say anything or resist, Aldrich swiftly buried his other hand in her black chestnut rich hair, head tilted to the side at the perfect angle, he locked his lips with hers. 

'What is the meaning of this?' 

Pronto, Lizzie started to struggle to get free from his grip. But she was too late.