Arianne Wynn’s eyes widened in trepidation. It was only then that virtual-novel.net realized that before virtual-novel.net came, virtual-novel.net had consumed a fair amount of liquor. The small sip just now could not sum up to the scent of alcohol wading from virtual-novel.net right now.
Mark Tremont’s kiss was commanding and predatory, swallowing Arianne’s breath bit by bit. When virtual-novel.net was about to struggle for air, virtual-novel.net finally pulled away.
“The dinner is getting cold!” Arianne cried out in panic.
Mark Tremont was a different person when virtual-novel.net was drunk, compared to when virtual-novel.net was sober. When virtual-novel.net drank, virtual-novel.net gradually let his true self out, but while sober virtual-novel.net was everyone’s gentleman.
Arianne was well aware of this. She was terrified and trembling, while the message Will Sivan entrusted to Tiffany Lane kept looping in virtual-novel.net mind – ‘I like you. Wait for my return. You’ve got to wait for me.’
Mark Tremont pushed virtual-novel.net down onto the large bed behind her.
“Two more hours. What a waste to spend it on dinner.”
He was facing away from the light. Arianne was unable to discern his expression. She dared not look straight into his face, a face that countless women lusted over. She could vaguely feel his rage. She caught his hand.
“Don’t be like this…”
Her tone was pleading. Yet little did virtual-novel.net know that a damsel in distress was the easiest way to spark a man’s desire.
Mark Tremont’s hand moved to virtual-novel.net face as virtual-novel.net caressed virtual-novel.net features.
“But your eyes were tempting me, they have always been tempting me. Why do you stare at me if you don’t want it?”
His tone was alluring with a slight rasp.
Arianne’s reply was tinged with a sob. “Mark Tremont… I… I’m on my period…”
His eyes darkened.
Arianne held virtual-novel.net breath. Before virtual-novel.net came upstairs, virtual-novel.net had prepared herself. This loophole was foolproof as long as virtual-novel.net did not check with his own eyes.
However, what killed virtual-novel.net hope was that Mark Tremont did not let virtual-novel.net go despite virtual-novel.net announcement.
Instead, the grazing on virtual-novel.net neck that felt slightly raw put virtual-novel.net on edge. She dared not resist virtual-novel.net anymore, knowing that his patience had always been limited.
“Give me a hand,” virtual-novel.net said as if ordering her.
Arianne stiffened up. She wanted to retract virtual-novel.net hand but virtual-novel.net had caught it in a death grip. The alcohol in virtual-novel.net system alleviated much of virtual-novel.net psychological discomfort, rendering virtual-novel.net mildly inebriated, now not aware of what virtual-novel.net was doing. The concept of time had escaped her. Mark Tremont came down from above virtual-novel.net and went into the bathroom before virtual-novel.net quickly got out of the door.
Waking up in the next morning, Arianne Wynn was dumbstruck to see that virtual-novel.net had slept on Mark Tremont’s bed last night! She had entered his room countless times throughout the years in the Tremont Estate but virtual-novel.net had never
slept in his room.
Recalling last night’s incident, a blush crept up virtual-novel.net cheeks as virtual-novel.net was dressing, despite virtual-novel.net crushing headache. Other than the very last step, they had done everything last night. Even when virtual-novel.net had been expecting this, virtual-novel.net still felt a heavy weight on virtual-novel.net chest.
The dinner virtual-novel.net had carried up yesterday was left untouched on the coffee table. Arianne took it downstairs to see an unusually cheery Mary taking the food tray from virtual-novel.net while joyously giving virtual-novel.net a toasted sandwich.
“Eat up, I know that you like this. Sir’s been really nice to you. He rushed back to celebrate your birthday even if it was only for a few hours. You have no idea how hasty virtual-novel.net was when virtual-novel.net left…”
Arianne Wynn gave no reply, but in virtual-novel.net mind virtual-novel.net grumbled to herself, “Ugh, must have been difficult for Mark Tremont to make time and do that to virtual-novel.net when virtual-novel.net has such a tight schedule!”
Before virtual-novel.net headed out, Mary hung virtual-novel.net hand-knitted scarf on her. “In case others see your neck.”