Emily Yates had no time to react before she felt a sharp pain, as if she was being torn apart.
"ah!"
She cried out, tears could no longer be held back and slowly fell.
The scary thing was that a feeling that had never been experienced before suddenly spread.
My consciousness became increasingly blurred, and along with it, the pain gradually disappeared, along with a habit I didn't want to admit.
Nathan Moore intertwined his hands with the woman's fingers and moved vigorously, wanting more.
The night is long.
The next morning, the sunlight outside the window rustled in.
Emily Yates slowly opened her eyes, feeling a severe headache.
The next second, his eyes widened and he was stunned.
Where is this?
She remembered that she met a kind person last night who let her get in his car and saved her, and then...
Then what?
A few vague fragments flashed through her mind, and her breathing tightened. Only then did she realize what had happened!
His eyes turned aside with trembling.
"You're awake." Nathan Moore supported his head with one hand, looked at her sideways, curled the corners of his mouth, and seemed to be in a good mood.
Emily Yates was startled and subconsciously covered herself with the quilt, sat up and shrank to the side.
When she moved, she felt severe pain, as if she had been run over by a car.
A man and a woman were in the same room, and it was obvious what was happening.
Her eyes were dim and her expression was somewhat bitter.
I thought I was saved, but in the end I couldn't escape this result.
Her eyes were red, she clutched the necklace around her neck tightly, her voice was filled with tears that could not be hidden, "I... I'm leaving."
Having said that, he wanted to get up.
Nathan Moore reached out and pulled her back into his arms.
Emily Yates was caught off guard, and her nose was suddenly filled with the scent of a man.
"What are you doing? Let me go!" She sniffed, anger showing on her face, and pushed the man, trying to keep distance.
Nathan Moore raised his eyebrows and smiled a little scoundrelly, "You slept with me, and you're just going to leave like this?"
"You could have just dropped me off last night. I was drugged and was unconscious at the time." Emily Yates argued with a frown.
"But you held on to me and wouldn't let me go," Nathan Moore said seriously.
Is this really true?
She couldn't remember exactly what happened last night, but what was certain was that an ice cube did relieve her discomfort.
Could it be that the ice cube is him?
Emily Yates hesitated for a moment, then asked, "So what do you want to do?"
Nathan Moore leaned close to her ear and breathed hotly, "Of course you are responsible for me."
Emily Yates felt a tingling sensation and immediately recalled the feeling she had last night. Her face turned red with shame and she angrily raised her hand to slap the person in front of her.
Nathan Moore seemed to have expected this. He quickly grabbed her hand and then turned around to push her down.
All in one go.
Emily Yates stared at the man who was so close to her, with the anger on her face no longer hidden, and shouted: "You bastard! Let me go!"
"Hmm? Asshole?" Nathan Moore frowned unhappily, then lowered his head and kissed her, "Then I'll be an asshole for you to see."
"Mmmmm…"
Emily Yates struggled desperately, but the strength difference between men and women was too great, and she had no way to resist.
Little did he know that the friction of the skin made Nathan Moore react easily.
A room full of spring.
The battle lasted a long time before it ended.
Checking the time, Nathan Moore suddenly announced, "As of now, you owe me 100 million."
Emily Yates recovered and said angrily, "What do you mean? Why do I owe you money?"