Chapter 2

Charles was a rich and very handsome man. All I had to do was ignore that extra thing between his legs.

It would not be difficult to accept him.

However, I still found it a little uncomfortable to sleep with a man.

I should be more flexible.

However, I had a lame leg. Nothing was flexible about it.

"Wait. I need to think about this."

Charles massaged my tense body and said gently, "Just relax. I'll make you feel comfortable."

What nonsense was he talking about?

He took advantage of me as my boss. I did not dare to resist him.

"We'll have a turn each, or this deal is off."

Charles did not expect me to negotiate. His long, almond-shaped eyes widened in disbelief.

Before he could snap out of it, I flipped over him.

While he was in shock and anger, I gently kissed him on the lips. I forcefully pressed his wrists down, right above his head.

Now I felt better.

There was nothing I could not accept now.

Charles might be slender, but he was still a man. There was still strength in his struggle.

"I don't want to play this game anymore, Holden."

That was when I pretended not to hear what he said.

It only angered him. "If you dare touch me, you basta…"

"That's right. Stop pretending to be such a gentleman."

I tore off his shirt. His buttons popped out and clinked to the ground like pearls.

At that point, I should have stopped, but when I heard him crying, I felt like a demon possessed me.

Millions of exciting images ran through my mind.

While he was cursing, I pushed my fingers into his mouth to press down on his tongue. My hand was covered with his saliva.

I was quick enough to avoid him biting me.

When his little white teeth chomped down, it sounded fierce.

Charles started to beg when he could not force me down. He begged hoarsely, "Don't stick it inside me…"

"Tsk. You should have said this earlier."

Charles' eyes turned red from the pain.

I did not dare move, and I released his wrists that I was holding down.

He clenched his fists. Charles was trembling. His chest was heaving heavily.

If I did not see him heaving, I would have thought he had died of anger because of me.

"Are you crying? Should I leave?"

I kissed his ear. It felt great to feel him up. He was so tender.

Things had gotten too far for him to just give the night up.

It took a while before he clenched his teeth to snap at me.

"Who's crying? Let's get this going!"

It was like a ferocious fight. When things ended, Charles had become weak all over.

I filled the bathtub with hot water and carried him in.

Charles felt especially soft all over after he was satiated. His fair, tender cheeks were flushed and misty. He looked quite adorable.

I knelt half next to the bathtub to wash him up.

While I was least expecting it, he put his arms around my neck.

Charles pressed me down into the bathtub.

Warm water filled my nose and mouth. I choked on the water and coughed violently as I held myself up next to the bathtub.

Charles smiled happily after getting his revenge.

I wiped the water from my face and grabbed his wrists. I quickly had them in a grip behind his back.

"Haven't you had enough, Boss?"

Charles leaned backward. His neck was at a beautiful angle.

His body was so soft and weak, but his words were the exact opposite.

"Is that all you have? Let me take a turn the next round. I'll teach you how to get it done."

His anger made me want to laugh.

However, a small part of me seemed to find a soft spot for Charles.

"As you wish."

However, when things got heated up, I never kept my promise.

Charles mentioned it a few times but never got his way. He always ended up losing to me.

As time passed, he slowly let go of this.

Charles gifted me plenty of luxury items. I thanked him profusely but sold them all online.

The money I got in return was used to transfer my grandmother to a bigger hospital. I also hired a caregiver to look after her.

I also took the opportunity to kick my gambling father, who did not care for his mother, back to our hometown.

When I had money, the world looked more beautiful.

Life had never been better.

To show my gratitude for Charles, I decided to make him dinner.

I called him on the phone, "Are you coming home tonight?"

It was noisy at the other end of the call. It sounded like he was in a meeting. "Do you need anything?"

"I just miss you."

It was lowbrow teasing. I could not help laughing at the thought of him blushing in public.

He coughed gently and gave a simple answer, "I'll be home."

I went to the grocery store and bought steak, lobster, and other ingredients.

They were incredibly expensive.

I cooked from noon until night. The table was filled with delicious food.

However, Charles did not come home.