Substitute Bride For Young Master
Chapter 14's
Raymond collapsed at Lorie's side while smiling in satisfaction. The man hugged Loire's waist tightly, then landed a single kiss on her cheek gently. From her foggy and half-covered eyes, Lorie was very sure that the man was completely unaware of who she was. He had tried to explain his identity to the man since then, but ....
The sticky feeling made Lorie feel very uncomfortable. However, to reverse the body he could not. Rafael's men are really fuckers, no matter what medicine he injects that has a terrible effect like this. Lorie could only continue cursing and scolding the bastard to die in such a miserable manner.
The soft snoring sound from beside her body made Lorie even more annoyed. He glanced and found that Raymond's eyes had been tightly closed. The man slept very peacefully, as if there was no burden on his shoulders at all, making even Lorie cursing and scolding him loudly.
"Truly a ferocious beast that couldn't hold back its erection! Goddamnit!"
“Alice ... Alice ... fuck! I'm not Alice, you fucker!” muttered the woman while staring at the ceiling of the hotel which was a silent witness to all the series of events that shook her soul just now.
Lying if he doesn't feel angry or upset. It was his first experience, but he had to go through it this way. The man who fucked her even called her lover's name many times upon reaching k*max. Really fucking.
The woman reminded herself many times to immediately buy the contraceptive pill once her body could be moved. He does not want things to happen out of control that will trigger a series of other events that he does not want.
Lorie mendes slowly. Although he must admit that he felt a little interested in Raymond, it does not mean he was willing to be treated like this. At least .. ah, forget it.
“Actually what happened to the two of them? This bastard is obviously drunk.”
And it looks like he's drunk because he's fighting with his girlfriend. Aren't they hugging this afternoon?
Lorie's chaotic thoughts were split between Raymond Dawson and Rafael. He cursed the two men in turn. Because of the two of them, the sanctity he had preserved for so many years was lost in this kind of miserable manner.
“Rafael ... just pray that we don't meet again, otherwise ... I'll mutilate your dark*n and give him to eat a stray dog.”
“Raymond .. when you wake up later, I will .. I ...”
Lorie sighed helplessly and returned a glance to the side. The man who was peacefully asleep looked very handsome.
“It is better that we also do not meet again. Go marry your Alice and bed her every night so you can have children soon. Don't ever bother me again. For what happened tonight .. I would assume just bitten by a stray dog, will not take it into account with you ..”
Lorie's eyes were not closed at all. He wrestled with his mind until the wall clock above the wall showed at 02:00 in the morning. For the umpteenth time the woman tried to move her legs and arms. He almost screamed out of great relief. Finally his hand could move!
His fingers can clench. His knees can be bent. His head can be lifted.
Lorie took a deep breath and removed Raymond's hand from the top of her stomach. He rolled down from the bed without a sound. Because his eyes had adapted to the dim light in the room, he could pick up his scattered clothes easily, then wear them as quickly as he could.
While on her tiptoes so as not to make any noise, the woman picked up her bag lying on the floor and slipped out without turning around or saying anything to the man who was still asleep on the bed.
Fortunately, no one was in front of the room. With a slight haste he took the room card and opened the door, then barged in once the panel flickered green.
Finally ....
Without thinking twice, Lorie rushed towards the bathroom to clean herself up. When he undressed, he only realized there were some reddish marks left by Raymond on his body, making him groan frustrated because he did not know how to get rid of them.
He turned on the shower and stood under the shower, scrubbing the soap and flushing it many times, hoping that the entire trail of romance would disappear from his body.
But what happened was just the opposite. The harder he rubs, the redder the surface of his skin. Eventually the woman growled in annoyance and filled the bathtub with warm water and soap. He then went in and soaked in it, even buried his head deeply for a few minutes, poking for a moment to take a breath, then dive again to the bottom of the bathtub. So it continues until his chest is almost exploded because powerless continues to be tortured like that.
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