GoodRead"Not enough, nowhere near enough. You complimented my six-pack, saying | was good and raving about my strong back and stamina!" All those words, she'd never utter when sober, were out in the open that day! Dorothy couldn't bear to hear anymore of what happened next.
"Umm... Everett, I'm tired. Can someone take me to my room, please?" Everett's expression darkened. "Weren't you going to stay with me?" "No, no, I'd better head off. I'll come back tomorrow!" She needed time to process this whole revelation! "No way!" Now it was Everett's turn to panic, "You can't just leave like that." "Is there something else?" Of course, there was! He had a very serious issue to address! Their eyes met, and then he directed her gaze down toward his lower half—the part of him that was still defiantly making its presence known.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Dorothy, you can't be this cruel.” Cruel? She was about ready to flee the country! "Goodnight!" Dorothy was about to leave, but she heard Everett's sharp inhale behind her.
"Ah... yikes!" She rushed back, looking him over anxiously. "What's wrong? Did you pull your injury? Does it hurt a lot?" Looking up, she met his eyes, twinkling with mischief.
"You! You're such a rogue!" Everett's strong hands firmly caught her wrist, and his handsome face filled with sincerity. "Dorothy, I'm in pain." "Where does it hurt?" "There. It's aching because it's pent up." Dorothy tried to break free but worried about hurting him. She hesitated, caught in a dilemma. "Can you stop messing around? Even if | stay, there's nothing | can do, right?" He was in no condition to get up, let alone doing more! "I can't get up, but you can come on top." Dorothy looked as if she'd heard the most scandalous proposition.
"Weren't you the one who kept insisting on being on top when at that hotel?" Everett, having thrown all courtesy to the wind, no longer blushed or stammered. "You said | was too heavy, that you wanted to control the rhythm!" "Enough, enough!" Dorothy repeated, exasperated. "I must have been out of my mind that night." "Stay with me, please?" As she didn't budge. Everett had to play his trump card.
"Before | met you, | could take care of it myself with hands. Now, after saving you, here | am, unable to do anything, and you won't help me..." Dorothy looked troubled. "But, but... | was drunk last time!" The thought of doing it sober was more unbearable than killing herself! "Then just pretend you're drunk tonight.” "How can one pretend to be drunk?" "Turn the lights off. It'll be fine. You won't see anything." Staring at his already excited face, Dorothy only wished to travel back in time to nip that topic in the bud. She cursed herself for bringing it up.
Look what it led to! She was stuck in this dilemma.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I've got injuries on my legs too." "We'll take it slow; we've got all night." They would find a comfortable position eventually; there was no reason to give it up.
He was like a hungry wolf tonight, not the usual abstinent CEO, and he had no intention of letting her go.
She couldn't escape, so she nodded.
"Then I'l... go turn off the lights.” "Great!" "Everett, doing this... it won't affect your injuries, right?" "No, it won't! Just be gentle."
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