Once you've started having wonderful sex with someone, there's no going back. It's either zero times or countless times, and once you've tried it, you'll always crave for more.
Clothes were scattered messily on the carpet, torn stockings and a pure white shirt intertwined in a chaotic mess.
Grace got out of bed with bare feet, and her delicate fingers casually picked up the clothes.
The arm wrapped around her waist pulled her back forcefully, and she fell back into the man's embrace once again.
"Don't go. Stay and sleep together," the man said in a hoarse voice.
"Don't forget our agreement," she replied.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her fair cheeks flushed with a touch of rosy red. When she smiled, her neat teeth were revealed, looking both docile and charming.
However, that smile carried a hint of detachment.
Three months ago, Grace found out that her boyfriend of several years had been cheating on her. After getting drunk, she fell into the pool in the hotel and was rescued by this man.
The soaking wet woman hooked her arms around his neck, with her bright eyes captivating. "Do you want me?" she asked.
That night of passion was Grace's first time, and that was an unexpected amazing impression of the man.
She left her contacts and calmly told him, "We are good matches. If you wanna someone hang out or have a little fun, you can always call me."
The man looked at the red mark on the bedsheet, his eyes full of meaning.
After that, whenever he was free, he would spend time with her on bed.
Their bodies became more and more compatible, and Grace was quite satisfied with him, but she had made her conditions clear from the start.
First of all, no stay overnight.
Secondly, if he got someone officially, she would leave.
Thirdly, their relationship would be just like this and nothing more.
There was no money involved, no restraints, just the purest primitive desires between a man and a woman in the dead of night, entangling like a dense spider web.
Once it was over, she would lift up her skirt and turn a cold shoulder without hesitation.
The man blew gently on the back of her ear, "One more time, ok?"
"No, there's an activity at school tomorrow," Grace said as she broke free from him and got up to get dressed.
"Hmmm."
The man's low chuckle was accompanied by the sound of a lighter. Through the flickering flame, he saw the woman slowly pull down her silk dress.
It covered up the alluring curves on her chest, her slender waist, flat abdomen, and her long, snow-white and straight legs.
Which teacher could be so charming and seductive in bed? Those legs of hers made the man wish he could die in her embrace.
Grace pulled up the side zipper and looked back at the man leaning against the bed. He wasn't the kind of pretty boy that was popular nowadays.
His face had distinct features, handsome and tough, his jawline taut, and his dark pupils were deep and sharp.
There was a scar on his naked upper body. His muscle lines were smooth, but he wasn't the bulky type built in the gym. His well-defined lean muscles were full of the charm of male hormones.
Especially when those powerful arms wrapped around her, it gave her a strong sense of security.
Whether it was his figure or his stamina, he was quite satisfactory.
Grace withdrew her gaze and a gorgeous smile curved her red lips. "Good night."
She closed the door and left, looking carefree.
There was no trace of the docile look she had when she was hanging on him half an hour ago, softly saying "Slow down."
The man put out his cigarette, a satisfied smile on his lips.Apparently, he was also satisfied with Grace.
The next day.
Before dawn, Grace crawled out of her warm and cozy quilt.
She changed into a white shirt and jeans, tied her hair up high, and the slightly curly ends of her hair traced an arc in the air.
She arrived at school on time and put down her bag to set up the event site with the other teachers.
Grace was a teacher at a private elite kindergarten. Today, there was a concert performance in the kindergarten, and all the parents would come to watch.
An accident happened before the performance. "Miss Quinn, the little troublemakers in your class are fighting!"
The children who could study in their school were all from wealthy and noble families, and the teachers spoiled them like little princes.
Grace rushed to the backstage in a hurry. Two little boys were wrestling with each other.
Jimmy was sitting on Larry's stomach, punching him left and right, and his own mouth was also bleeding a little.
Although they were young, there was a fierceness in their eyes that children of their age shouldn't have.
These two were the young masters of the Amster and Hamper families. The teachers only dared to verbally stop them from the side, but no one dared to step forward and pull them apart.
"Larry, Jimmy, stop!"
Grace's voice rang out, and the two little cuties stopped their actions.
Larry quickly pushed Jimmy away and rushed towards Grace. Tears immediately rolled down his cheeks as he said pitifully, "Miss Quinn, Jimmy cursed at me and hit me. It hurts so much. I need you to blow on it to make it better for me."
Grace dealt with his injury while feeling a headache coming on.
If these two young masters got hurt, her teaching career would come to an end.
"No worries. I'm here for you," she comforted.
There was still blood on the lip of Jimmy. He stared at her with his eyes, clearly also wanting comfort, but he put on a straight face and refused to get close.
Grace comforted Larry and had someone take him down to change clothes. Then she contacted the guardians of both sides to explain the situation.
She walked to Jimmy's side, squatted down, and gently asked, "It must hurt a lot, right?"
Jimmy turned his face away and muttered, "It doesn't hurt."
She dipped a cotton swab in iodine and wiped the corner of the little boy's mouth. Jimmy's mouth twitched in pain.
"Still saying it doesn't hurt?"
Grace put on a serious face and asked, "Tell me, why did you fight?"
In the whole kindergarten, she was the only one who dared to talk to the young masters like this.
Jimmy lowered his head and murmured, "He said I don't have a mother."
The little boy's hanging hands clenched and unclenched, and Grace's heart tightened as well. Poor kid.
"So you hit him?"
The little boy looked at her seriously, his eyes full of earnestness. "I promised you that I wouldn't bully the little kids, so I just told him that I'm not like him. Not only does he not have a mother, but he also doesn't have a father. Then he went crazy and rushed over to hit me."
Grace's mouth twitched.
Just as she was about to say a few more words of persuasion, a voice came from the door, "Miss Quinn, Jimmy's father is here."
Father?
Grace had been teaching this class for a year. Usually, it was the servants at home who came to pick up the children. She had never met Jimmy's parents before.
"It's okay. Your father is here," Grace said as she gently stroked the little boy's face and got up. She put on an official and friendly smile and extended her hand towards the comer.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Amster. I'm Grace Quinn, Jimmy's teacher. There was just a little accident..."
Before she could finish the word "accident", she stared fixedly at the man walking in against the light.
The man was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. The lines of his three-dimensional features were taut, his eyes were sharp, and he exuded an air of noble detachment.
His gaze subtly shifted from Jimmy to Grace's face, and his big, rough hand grasped the delicate hand that he had touched many times before.
His voice was deep and mellow. "Nice to meet you, Miss Quinn. "