6. Snow-Skinned Woman

When Bruce finally finished, May could barely move. Her whole body ached, and her head spun. It felt like her lungs had stopped working because no matter how hard she tried to breathe, there was no air.

The sound of a phone ringing echoed through the room.

Bruce jumped out of bed and walked towards the table. Without covering his still naked bulky body, Bruce picked up the phone and answered.

"Yes?" he said to whoever was on the other end of the line. After waiting for a moment, he replied, "Alright... I understand... I'll do it."

After hanging up the phone, Bruce turned back and grinned at May.

"It must be my lucky day, May," he said while walking back to the bed. "The man who owns this hotel likes you, and he's going to offer your worthless husband a deal he can't refuse. It means you'll probably stay here longer, and I'll have a chance to see you again. More freedom this time without Sean's rules."

“What?” May asked with a coarse voice.

Bruce climbed back into bed and stared at May’s naked body for a moment.

“You really are pretty,” he said before reaching one of May’s breasts and palming it. “Too bad your tits are too small, if not, you will be perfect.”

May couldn't muster any more replies. Tears and her ability to fight had been drained throughout the night. She didn't have the strength to do anything. As Bruce continued to grab and pinch, she slowly lost consciousness.

Stone woke up with the sunlight shining on his face. It seemed that he forgot to close the curtains last night.

There were a few things he needed to take care of today before he could deal with Sean. That guy was like a thorn under the skin. Even though it didn't make him bleed, it was still irritating if left unchecked. Perhaps he would do it after he meets with Nikolai Belosokov later today.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Stone walked down the hallway to the spacious room he had turned into a home gym for some exercise. The glass walls on one side of the room displayed an incredibly breathtaking view of the ocean. Stone felt like he could stay in that room forever just to admire the ocean.

After lifting weights and finishing with an hour of running on the treadmill, Stone was sweaty and thirsty. Carrying the towel he used to wipe his wet chest, Stone walked downstairs to get some water.

Just as he reached for a water bottle from the fridge, a woman with blonde hair walked in.

"Oh, hello," she greeted while stepping closer. Her tight thin top traced the lines of her firm breasts. Wearing only panties, Stone could see her slender legs.

The woman's eyes moved to observe Stone before her full lips formed a smile.

"How many handsome men live in this house?" she asked while giggling.

Ignoring the woman’s presence and question, Stone opened the water bottle.

She stepped closer and ran her fingers along one of the large bear tattoos on Stone's chest.

"And what's the meaning of this bear tattoo on your chest?"

Stone took a sip of his water and didn't answer.

As if not seeing Stone's indifference at all or refusing to believe that Stone wasn't interested, the woman ran her hand all over Stone's chest while biting her lip seductively.

“Stop touching me.” Stone finally pushed the woman's hand away.

"Hey!" she exclaimed while staring at Stone with an angry look. "There's no need to be rude. I was just trying to be friendly."

"I'm not your friend, and I'm not interested in cheap women."

The woman's eyes widened, but before she could reply, Jet rushed in.

"Hey..., you... uh...," Jet said to the woman as if trying to remember something.

After a few awkward seconds of silence, Jet added, "Baby," informing Stone that Jet seemed to have forgotten the woman's name. "Didn't I tell you to wait in the room? I can get you whatever you want."

The woman shrugged her shoulders.

"I got bored waiting alone in the room," she replied with a pouty lip.

"Fine," Jet said, pulling the woman's hand and pushing her out of the dining room. "I'll be back in the room after this. Just wait for me there."

Jet slapped the woman's bottom as she walked out which caused her to scream shrilly before running back to the room giggling.

"Don't tell me you're planning to let her stay here all day, Jet," Stone said after the woman disappeared back into Jet's room.

Jet scratched his hair which wasn’t itchy.

"Yeah... well... I thought she'd leave last night after we were done. I didn't think she'd still be here this morning. Don't worry, I'll kick her out."

"Please do it as soon as possible," Stone replied with a grumpy face. "She seems cheap and flirty. You need to be more careful in your choices."

"I know," Jet said with a smirk. "Isn’t that what makes them interesting? One more round, and I'll kick her out after that. Promise."

Stone shook his head as Jet walked back to his room. At only 24 years old, Stone understood how hot-blooded Jet was. Despite often being reckless and appearing rough, Jet's loyalty to him didn't need to be questioned. That's why he entrusted a lot to Jet.

After showering and changing clothes, Stone went back downstairs and was quite satisfied to find that Jet's blond woman had already left.

There were only two men at the dining table now, sitting and grinning while Martha prepared breakfast.

"Good morning, Martha," Stone greeted his housekeeper as she handed him a cup of coffee.

"Good morning, Mr. Black," she replied.

"Did you and Molly enjoy your vacation?"

"Yes, Mr. Black. Although, if I may be honest, a week is too long for a vacation. I couldn't wait to come home."

"Well, we're all glad you're back," Stone said, smiling at the middle-aged woman. No matter how many times he told Martha to call him by his name, she refused and insisted on calling him by his formal title.

Molly, on the other hand, was the opposite. The 25-year-old woman walked in with a laundry basket in hand and a wide grin on her bright face.

"Oh! Hey, Stone," she greeted with a wide smile on her cheerful face. "Did you miss me with no one bothering you for a week?"

"Mr. Black, Molly," Martha reminded, waving the spatula she held towards her daughter.

Molly rolled her eyes at Stone.

"Did you miss me, Mister... Black?" Molly repeated her question with emphasis on Stone's last name before turning to her mother. "We've known each other since I was in diapers, Ma. He doesn't mind me calling him by his name. So why are you making such a big deal out of this?"

"Doesn’t matter if you two have known each other for a long time," Martha replied firmly. "He is still your boss, and you will be polite when speaking to him."

Molly sighed and glanced briefly at Angelo. The blush on Molly's cheeks solved the mystery of why Angelo didn't bring anyone from the club last night. It seemed like he was occupied with Molly.

Stone raised his eyebrows at Angelo just to let him know he knew what was going on but didn't say anything. At least not in front of Martha. If she had a problem with Molly calling him by his name, she would definitely have an issue with her daughter being involved with one of his men.

Angelo just grimaced, scratching his neck as he looked at Stone's gaze.

Martha placed three large plates on the table, which were immediately grabbed by Angelo and Jet, who were already hungry.

Stone sat himself in the empty chair next to Angelo and grabbed the last plate on the table.

While finishing his breakfast, Stone received a message that made his eyebrows furrow.

"What's wrong?" Angelo, noticing Stone's change in expression, asked.

"Sean canceled his deal about his wife and said that he is gonna pay all of his debt plus interest," Stone replied, still staring at his phone screen.

"That's good, isn't it?" Jet chimed in from across the table. "Money is more useful than women. We don't need to worry about that Kettler worm and his wife anymore. We can use that money for our new strip club construction. I heard Nikolai Belosokov is building some near the border. Money seems to flow easily from that sector. Are you still meeting him this afternoon?"

"Yes."

Stone put his phone back in his pocket. Even though he had some plan with Sean’s wife, maybe Jet was right. It was good that Sean canceled this agreement. As he said, with his position now at the top, all he wanted was stability and peace. There was no need to complicate things with thinking about that snow-skinned woman. May Kettler was no longer his concern.