"Ah—"
Rebecca Quentin scread as her body fell into soone’s arms.
"Why do you want to leave?"
Howard Geoffrey’s magnetic voice was hoarse from the alcohol, as he firmly grasped her hands.
Rebecca Quentin’s panicked gaze t Howard Geoffrey’s misty black eyes, instantly bewildered.
With a swift motion, Howard Geoffrey had already pressed Rebecca Quentin beneath him, tightly gazing at her.
His drunken eyes were fogged, lacking the usual stern coldness, with a hint of mischief and sothing wicked.
Rebecca Quentin tried to struggle but found she couldn’t break free; finally, she cald down and asked, "Howard Geoffrey, do you know who I am?"
Howard Geoffrey’s eyes beca bright and fiery, "Becca..."
For so reason, hearing him recognize her even while drunk made her pause for a second.
"Why do you want to leave?"
He was indeed drunk, even his questions were bewildering.
Rebecca Quentin answered seriously, "Let go, and I’ll tell you."
Howard Geoffrey, even while drunk, was still shrewd, "If I let you go, you’ll just run away."
"But you’re hurting my hands, I can’t talk to you properly."
"Oh, really?"
Howard Geoffrey seed anxious and imdiately released Rebecca Quentin’s hands.
Once freed, Rebecca Quentin quickly pushed Howard Geoffrey away...
However, Howard Geoffrey seed to have anticipated her intention, and as she got up to escape, he caught her from behind, holding her around the waist.
"Hey..."
Rebecca Quentin forcefully pried at Howard Geoffrey’s hands.
Howard Geoffrey’s head rested on Rebecca Quentin’s shoulder, his arms tightly wrapped around her, breathing warmly in her ear, "You tricked ..."
His breath heated behind her ear; Rebecca Quentin felt ticklish and imdiately shrank her shoulders, "Don’t do this, Howard Geoffrey..."
Howard Geoffrey continued to breathe warmth into Rebecca Quentin’s ear, "Stay with ."
"Ah?"
Before Rebecca Quentin could understand what Howard Geoffrey said, she had already fallen onto the bed with him.
Once again pressed beneath him in a dominating posture, Rebecca Quentin’s hands were against Howard Geoffrey’s chest, her breath becoming rapid.
What to do?
What to do now?
n often lose control when drunk, but she rembered that his drunken behavior was never this severe?
"Howard Geoffrey!!!"
Rebecca Quentin couldn’t help but shout his na, trying to awaken his rationality.
Upon hearing her call him like that, Howard Geoffrey laughed carelessly, a hint of ambiguity at the corner of his mouth, "I like how you call that, say it a couple more tis."
Sizzle...
Rebecca Quentin’s cheeks suddenly flared up like a wildfire. Oh, how could he beco so wicked!!
Howard Geoffrey seed srized by Rebecca Quentin’s blushing appearance and even lowered his head to kiss her cheek.
Rebecca Quentin’s face instantly beca scorching hot, her emotions surging alongside as she struggled, "Hey, let go of , Howard Geoffrey... let go of !!"
Howard Geoffrey firmly pinned Rebecca Quentin beneath him, allowing her struggles, yet lowered his head to kiss her cheek, lips, neck.
His kisses, mixed with alcohol, seeped onto her skin, staining her with a flush all over.
"Howard Geoffrey..."
Rebecca Quentin reached toward the bedside cabinet, sweeping everything off to make noise hoping Mrs. Geoffrey would hear and rescue her.
But this distant help was too far for imdiate trouble; anwhile, Howard Geoffrey buried himself in her neck, trailing kisses upon her collarbone...
His unhurried deanor gave the impression of having all the ti in the world.
Rebecca Quentin pushed her hands against his chest with all her might, resisting him, but the natural strength disparity between n and won, along with the current posture, made all her effort in vain.
His actions kissing her seed unaffected, slowly descending from the collarbone, the scorching breath spraying upon her, causing her heart to race uncontrollably like a sprinter.
"Uh, the door’s open... Howard Geoffrey, close the door."
Rebecca Quentin quickly ca up with an idea.
"Are you sure you won’t leave if I close the door?"
"Of course, of course." As if she wouldn’t leave!
"I’m still not at ease..."
Even while drunk, Howard Geoffrey remained wise and mighty.
Seeing Howard Geoffrey starting to undo his shirt buttons, Rebecca Quentin, blushing furiously, retorted, "You wouldn’t want soone to see us... like this, right?"
"No, when a staff mber passes by here and sees the door open, they’ll close it by habit."
"Ah?"
Rebecca Quentin’s words were completely swallowed by Howard Geoffrey’s descending lips.
Rebecca Quentin tried to resist, but her hands were taken away...
He forced her to embrace him, no longer giving her space to breathe, while tightly kissing her and his hands restlessly pulling down the fabric off her shoulders.
A chill crept in, Rebecca Quentin realized that her shirt had already been pulled down, and his hands were now expertly unclasping her bra from behind...
The fla of passion burned until the faint light of dawn.
She didn’t know how many tis he demanded last night, but he was like a hungry beast, refusing to let go...
She hadn’t slept at all; even though her body was exhausted to the point of falling apart, she didn’t want to fall asleep.
At this mont, she lay against his arm, quietly watching him.
The faint light from outside cast clearly onto his face; having spent imnse physical effort he was sound asleep, his calm profile lacking the usual stern resolute, impossibly softened.
Holding him brought a strange satisfaction, internally wishing ti could stop at this mont.
The next day, bright with daylight.
The bright light from outside shone onto the white bed where the two were lying...
Upon hearing so faint noises behind her, Rebecca Quentin, who had been facing away and pretending to be asleep, closed her eyes tighter.
Indeed, since last night’s end till now, she hadn’t slept at all.
She couldn’t sleep because her mind constantly dwelled on their matters.
Actually, at the mont of ending, she could have left; as long as she returned to the room next door, the drunken him might not recall the events of last night, perhaps making it as if it never happened, yet she wasn’t willing...
She wanted to understand if what he said last night was genuine truth spoken under drunkenness or rely coaxing words to lure her; she wanted clarity...
She wanted to see his reaction, how he would handle the current situation.
Unfortunately, Howard Geoffrey rely turned over, held her in his arms, without waking up.
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