What?
Apparently, Frances Louis is turned on.
But I still have work to do. I can't let him upset my plans. If I didn’t finish it today, Nicole Snow will make
trouble for me tomorrow.
“No, I have work to do.”
I don’t turn my head and say to Frances Louis coldly.
His arm on my waist, slowly going up, wantonly kneading my softness.
Damn him!
“No... don’t. I really...really...want...to work.” I whisper softly and gasp, but my refusing words sound
more like welcome.
“I support you. There is no need for you to go out to work. And in what you have just said, I heard
nothing but ‘really want’.” With a smile, he quickens his hands and holds me up and throws me on the
bed.
From the moment he falls on me, I couldn't think of anything else.
As the clothes off, he leads me up and down on the big soft bed, invading every inch of my body.
I cling to the sheets so as not to be swept away by the tide.
The computer screen lit on the desk seems to be calling me silently.
But no matter how anxious I am, I have to wait until Frances Louis finishes.
But this man's physical strength is amazing, he tortures me for nearly an hour and still doesn’t want to
stop.
“Frances Louis...You hurry up...I... still have work to do, the formats, photoshop...If it's not
done...I...Ah...”
Before I could finish my words, Frances Louis thrusts himself forward, which takes my trembling body
to the clouds.
Instead of slowing down, the man's movements continue for another shot.
“How dare you think about work. I will punish you for not paying attention.”
It’s true punishment.
It takes three hours before Frances Louis bursts in my body, then he lets go of me unwillingly.
I want to finish the work, but now I'm a fish on the chopping board, and I don't even have the strength
to turn over.
I am so tired.
I will sleep for five minutes, then I will get up to finish my work.
But after I close my eyes, it is already eight o 'clock in the morning when I open my eyes again.
I scream out of bed and want to slap myself.
Oh my god! Not only I don’t finish my work, but also, I am going to be late!
I can’t finish these things in the company for only one morning. I will die!
“What happened?”
The man asks lazily, stretching out his hand to embrace me into his arms, and kisses me again.
That place becomes hot and hard.
I'm not in the mood to enjoy the romance with him now. Had not he insisted on dragging me to have
sex last night, my work would have been finished.
“It’s all your fault! I didn't finish my work last night. Now I am going to be late, and all you think about is
having sex!”
I try to push Frances Louis away but fail.
“Don’t worry, you got me.”
He whispers, his body against mine. I already feel that if I don’t get up quickly, I might not be able to go
to work today.
“Do you believe I will kick you off bed again?!”
Frances Louis is stunned. Taking advantage of this gap, I get out of his arms, quickly dress myself, take
the computer and run out.
Being afraid of being late, I don’t have breakfast and take a taxi directly to the company.
When I enter the gate of the company, it is 8:59, one minute to be late.
Nicole Snow is already in the office. May Wilson sees me and snorts, “Someone regards herself as the
President's wife. She comes to work just on time.”
May Wilson and I had a quarrel yesterday. It’s not surprising to hear her sarcasm.
“Whoever she is, if the work is not done, she will take the consequences.”
Nicole Snow walks toward me with a sullen face. She stretches out her hand, “Did you finish what I
asked you to do yesterday? I need it for the meeting this afternoon.”
“There are still some places need to be refined. The meeting is at 3pm and I will give it to you before
the meeting.” I say guiltily.
“Need to be refined? I guess you haven’t finished. You must want Nicole to be blamed on purpose.”
May Wilson says and takes my computer away.
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