"No. This is Ms. Stone's house."
Nidia's voice was quiet and hoarse.
The half-peeled apple fell into the sink.
She tried to say something to console the man, who had been resisting his desires for days.
However, before she could say anything, the man had lowered his head to begin kissing her neck. At the same time, he reached out to switch on the range hood to its maximum settings.
The moment it started up, the range hood whirled by her ears.
Although it was not loud, it could hide away the hums and moans.
As he kissed, Jackson turned her around to place her on the kitchen top.
Nidia dared not lean into the kiss at all.
The places where Jackson kissed started to burn.
When he tried to pry her mouth open, she moved away.
"Don't avoid it. Listen to me." The man's voice was deep as his hand held onto her waist tightly, fearing that she would escape. After gently parting her lips, he invaded her mouth.
