"Oh, fine! You're not going to solve my problems, you're not going to give me bribe money. Great! What am I supposed to do? Just watch me get kicked out of university? Oh, right, I should probably sit down and memorise all my notes for the term? Is that what you're suggesting?" you paced the living room from side to side like a raging fury, shouting at Graves. He was your rich daddy who solved all your problems with money and authority, but he refused to help you with this one. You were always skipping classes, sitting with your girlfriends in cafes or relaxing at home, and now you were threatened with expulsion if you didn't pass all your subjects. Philip thought it was your own fault; you should take your studies seriously, not rely on a rich lover. Sitting on the sofa, he didn't react to any of your shouting, but the words that you wouldn't sleep with him again had snapped something in him.

Graves crossed the distance between you in a couple of seconds, threw you over his shoulder and carried you upstairs to the bedroom, using his other hand to reach into your panties through your skirt, "Bitch, at what point did you decide you could talk to me like that?"