I follow Frances upstairs, and was about to head into the room to further beg for mercy. Unexpectedly,
he slams the door shut, which almost knocks my nose.
Originally, if all else fails, my plan was to sleep with Frances and make him happy.
Now I didn’t even have the chance to do that.
I go back to my room and lie on the bed, but I can’t fall sleep.
Noah is innocent, how could he suffer Frances's wrath for no reason?
Suddenly, there was the sound of running water from the bathroom.
Only then do I remember that our rooms are connected.
Courageously, I tiptoe to the bathroom and open the door, revealing Frances's sturdy, wet, naked body
right before me.
Even though I have seen it many times, I still feel quite nervous.
I blush and walk slowly towards him.
He frowns and looks at me, and says solemnly, "What are you doing in here?"
Judging from his expression, he seems a little unhappy. He’s probably still mad at me.
I swallow, and put on a charming smile at him.
"I came in to shower you."
With that said, I walk up to him, my trembling hands gently brush against his strong chest.
I could feel Frances's body shake. His breathing also becomes a little unstable.
"Get out."
He says to me in a hoarse voice.
I know that Frances was getting turned on, so how could I leave at an opportunity like this? Naturally, I
have to take advantage of the moment and carry on.
My hand moves on down, from his hot chest, to the bulging abdominal muscles on his belly, and then
even further down.
His breathing becomes even more and more rapid.
Then, with a pull, he pulls me into the shower.
Water splashes on me, and my clothes become soaked in an instant. My clothes stick onto my body
and outline my curves.
Frances suddenly begins to passionately kiss, and his hands softly caress my sweet spot.
The stiffness between his pants press against my vagina, making my legs give way.
"No, not here."
I whisper softly and lower my head.
Thinking back to the last time Frances was here, I didn't even have the strength to lift my legs
afterwards. Now I know what it’s like to encounter someone so damn handsome to the point that
constantly made you always want spread your legs open for him.
"If you light a fire, then you gotta put the fire out."
His kiss takes my breath away. He presses me against the wall and wraps my right leg around his
waist. His thick stick rubs on through my pants, which makes me shudder.
Frances is already unable to restrain himself; he takes off my pants, and he was anxious to come
inside me.
It looks like my plan might be successful after all.
My hand wrap around his neck, and I bat my eyes at him, "Frances, can you let Noah go?"
His body freezes stiff in a split second.
Frances raises his head, staring at me with his sharp eyes.
He says coldly, "Get out!"
There is a coldness in the air about him, and he has completely lost the heat of the moment.
"Frances." Unwillingly to admit defeat, I climb up again, but he pushes me away.
How embarrassing.
I lie on the ground disheveled, looking up at the man who exuded a coldness around him.
"Jane, do you really love him that much? Since when did you ever beg me, and are even willing to give
up your body to save your lover?! If you like him so much, when you are having sex with me, won’t you
feel sorry for him?!"
"Frances, you’re the person I like!"
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