GoodReadChapter 154 Vincent called for help after getting into the car. Once he hung up, Tiffany asked, "What did they say?" "We're a bit far out, so it'll take them at least 40 minutes to arrive." He turned to look at her. Then, he frowned.
The light in the car was on, so he could clearly see that Tiffany was soaked through from the rain. There were droplets of water dripping from her hair. She wore a white T-shirt with a checkered shirt on top, but they were both drenched. She looked like a mess. Vincent pulled out a towel from the glove compartment and handed it to her. "Wipe yourself. You don't wanna catch a cold." She hesitated but still took it. "Thanks, Mr. Lewis." As she dried her hair, he looked down at his phone. Her checkered shirt clung to her, making her feel uncomfortable. So, she took it off, leaving only her thin T-shirt behind.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSuddenly, Vincent sneezed. Tiffany turned to look at him. He'd spent longer in the rain than she had and was wetter than she was.
She hurriedly patted herself dry before twisting the towel dry and handing it to him. "You should wipe yourself, too, Mr. Lewis." He looked at her. "No, I'm-" He sneezed again.
Tiffany felt bad. She'd gotten them into this situation and was the reason they were stuck here. If Vincent were to catch a cold because of her, she'd feel terrible.
When she saw his refusal to take the towel and the water droplets trickling down his face, she gritted her teeth and decided to dry him herself. They both stiffened when the towel touched his face, especially Vincent. His pupils constricted, and his eyes lit up.
As Tiffany dried him, she sensed something amiss. There was something wrong with the look in Vincent's eyes. Something very, very wrong. She wanted to retract her hand, but it was too late.
Vincent grabbed her wrist while wrapping his free arm around her waist. He easily lifted her from her seat and onto his lap.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Mr. Lewis!" she yelped. She wanted to get off him, but the space inside the car was limited. She smacked her head against the ceiling as soon as she straightened up. The pain dazed her. Vincent rubbed her head and pulled her close to him. "Don't move, Tiffany. Just lethold you for a while." It was something he'd been dying to do for a long time. He could usually control himself, but it was a little harder than usual that night. Perhaps it was because the atmosphere was perfect-he'd made his move without even thinking about it.
Tiffany turned to look at him in surprise. She thought he was delirious, so she said, "I'm Tiffany Lloyd, Mr. Lewis." He stared into her eyes. "I know. You're Tiffany." Then, his hand trailed down to her belly. He traced her skin lightly over her thin T-shirt. It made her tremble. She held his hand and said shakily, "Mr. Lewis..." Unbeknownst to her, it only aroused
Vincent more. He'd only intended to hold and touch her lightly, but the fire in him burned brighter than ever at her voice. This wasn't enough to satisfy him anymore. "Tiffany..." Vincent's Adam's apple bobbed. He stared at her lips as his breathing grew heavier.
The atmosphère crackled with
electricity. Tiffany felt like her heart had been set on fire. She couldn't resist his seductive words and touches, but the remnants of her rationality told her to control herself. QUMS
Her pleas sounded like urges to Vincent. They ripped through his m rationality and made him transform into a beast. He threw caution to the wind as he gripped her jaw and kissed her hard. Tears filled her eyes as she said pitifully, "I'm Tiffany, Mr. Lewis. Tiffany Lloyd..."
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