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Beverly wasn't different from a spoiled brat. Notwithstanding Bruce's atrocity, she ended up building up guts against him. Perhaps the alcohol had created endless speech in her mind.
Without considering his verdict, she added, "I know why you are arrogant, Bruce. Because you taught him how to play cards, right?"
"Shut up!" Bruce hissed, trying to block her voice from his ears.
After giggling lugubriously, she ignored his barbarity, "Do I seem like I care?" Suddenly pouting at the remembrance of something, she continued, "Do you know what he said to me last?"
Despite his habitual ignorance, she couldn't stop laughing mournfully, "That I should get used to his million concubines! Screw him, son of a bitch!"
Meanwhile, she shifted her antipathy to him, "You look exactly like him. Being his professor, I expect you to have double his flock of concubines, enough to run a whole company."
Momentarily, Bruce's facial expression turned pale. Regardless of her inane censure, she had gone past the formal limits! Certainly, he couldn't control the succumbing, drunk woman.
Thereafter, Beverly leaned back against his shoulder and pampered herself with his warm chest. Bruce couldn't take her temptation anymore!
Meanwhile, she stroked his chest with her feeble fingers and smiled at him charmingly. The more she provoked him, the more she awakened the beast within him.
After a few minutes of his defiance, Beverly asked pointlessly, "Are you having trouble with your dick?"
She had enticed him to the point of no return! Especially with her toying with his manliness and reputation, she had kindled her own fate.
To his startlement, the little girl seemed nervy beyond measure. Locking her sea-like, hypnotic eyes with his solemn ones, the context eventually turned luscious. I think they call it a sparkling, moonlight-dazzling gleam.
Every time she parted her ambrosial, cherry-red lips to curse her betrayers, Bruce felt like a call to the moonlight. Regrettably, when her disgusting breath embraced his nostrils, he shook his head and pulled away.
Beverly was becoming too lustful!
"Why are you doing this, Beverly? I expect you'll delight in the consequences," he eventually managed to whisper under her alcoholic breath.
Before she could mooch back, Bruce grabbed her neck and pulled her into his lips. Though his eyes looked sharp, the sparkling lust was inevitable.
Without hesitation, he suffered a moment of lapse, parted her metallic-tasting lips with his and swallowed her statement.
"I–" she gasped, involuntarily nibbling his lips back.
Before he could gratify his carnal lust, his driver's voice chimed in, "We're home, sir."
Ronald knew Beverly as his nephew's girlfriend, so he was equally dumbfounded to hear them making out in the backseat. After all, he had to mind his own business if he wanted to secure his job.
Meanwhile, before Ronald could help her out, Bruce pushed the door open and then carried her into his house by himself.
Thereafter, he took her into his bedroom. Both were damn drained after work; however, she had to pleasure the beast she had let out of the coop.
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By noon the following day, Beverly fully regained consciousness. All of her joints ached due to the impact. The worst part was when she opened her eyes and realized that she wasn't on her bed.
"Where the fuck am I?" she hissed to herself, roaming her eyes on the fascinating ceiling.
Only the size of the bed could satisfy her curiosity—it was massive, exquisitely designed with perfect curves. This had nothing to compare with her ancient, inherited one.
Before she could think clearly, nasty fragments of what had transpired the previous night left her lightning-struck.
"Oh, shit!" she roared, hopped out of the bed and inspected herself.
"This can't be good!" she warned, only to find herself absolutely nude, "I just fucked someone. Holy shit, I lost my virginity to Louis's uncle?"
Momentarily, she grabbed her aching head and cursed, "Damn it! This is damn pathetic!"
Not only had she preserved an ineluctable dignity to herself, but also had a high esteem for Louis's uncle. How could they even fuck each other? All she could do was denounce the idea of getting herself drunk!
While rioting with her penitence, someone knocked on the door.
Suddenly springing up creepily, she clenched her teeth, "What a freak! He's right here. I can't even face him!"
Wandering around the room, a lady's voice eased her dismay, "Are you awake, ma'am?"
Meanwhile, she trailed off, "I... Yeah, kindly come in."
As the nanny showed herself in, Beverly suddenly fluttered and tripped, sending the covers to the floor. Upon seeing her nudity, the nanny detailed the puzzle with an envious nod.
"I brought you breakfast, ma'am," she said reluctantly as she observed the red marks around her neck.
Feeling compunctious, she nodded, "Thank you."
As the nanny turned to leave, she thought of something else, "Hey, please. Is Bruce home?"
"Of course not. He had an appointment this morning, so he left early," she answered casually.
Beverly could discern the grudge the nanny had towards her.
She'd been trying to bait him for as long as she could remember, but Beverly had done nothing to achieve her goal! In a fit of jaundice, she stormed out and threw the note Bruce left for Beverly in the bin.
After dressing up hastily, she left the house without taking her breakfast. As soon as her cab left his compound, Bruce arrived back home. He couldn't believe she was gone! To satisfy his curiosity, he rushed upstairs and banged the door open.
"Damnit!" he clenched his fists and helplessly punched his mattress. When he looked on the bed, he couldn't believe his eyes..
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