Chapter 4

"Can we rest now?" he asked me with red eyes, his voice hoarse.

I guessed the sweat made the scratches on his back hurt even more.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"Wanna remind me how tight you are?" He lowered his head to hide his giggle, but the trembling of his body gave him away.

My face immediately heated up with an embarrassed blush.

I was talking about the scratches!

I wanted to give him a kick, but the tearing pain from my lower body stopped me.

I was in pain, too, but I wouldn't say it. Never.

"I think we can do it again," I said as I struggled to roll over and lie on top of him.

We connected again, and I could feel his cock kiss every inch of my walls.

 

This time, it ended earlier than expected, for I was too tired.

The consequences of boozing were a bad headache.

"Can I rest now?" he asked again as he covered me with the quilt. It sounded like I was a demon who had just tortured him.

I could tell from his tone that he was exhausted.

"Sure," I said.

I was as worn out as him.

I rubbed my waist and thought, 'This gift is a bit overwhelming.'

Fatigue kicking in, I soon fell asleep.

 

While I was still in a slumber, a loud knock woke me up.

'Dammit, who the hell is it?'

I put on my nightgown and walked to the door at a snail's pace, enduring the discomfort between my legs.

To my surprise, it was my dad.

"Dad? What's up?"

Couldn't he wait until tomorrow morning, for God's sake...

"Have you seen my boss' son?" he asked.

I rubbed my eyes, not fully awake.

I casually asked, "Who?"

 

The digital clock on the desk showed that I had only slept for two hours. It was clearly not enough for someone who had experienced a birthday party, binge drinking, and wild sex.

My mind was in a haze.

"I went out for a business dinner with my boss yesterday. His son got drunk and felt uncomfortable. Since the restaurant was close to our home, I asked the driver to take him here." My dad paused and then went on, "I went back to continue the dinner. But when I came home, I didn't find him in the guest room. Did you see him?'"

When he was speaking, he occasionally glanced at my room from the corner of his eye.

 

In a daze, I stood still, my brain starting to work.

I pondered for a minute.

His boss' son? Wait...

Suddenly, the wary face of the man in my bed flashed in my mind.

I stiffened on the spot.

"Hold on, I need some water." With that, I shut the door and strode toward my wardrobe.

As expected, I saw the limited-edition handbag that I had always wanted inside.

HOLY SHIT!

I swore this was the stupidest thing I had ever done.

I slept with the son of my dad's boss!

 

"Jasmine, did you see him or not?" My dad's anxious voice sounded outside.

I ran over, opened the door, and said, "Nope."

Just then, it dawned on me that he was lying right on my bed. I became wide awake and blurted, "I'm so tired. Gotta go back to sleep. Dad, let's talk about it tomorrow morning."

With that, I went back into my room.

Hearing the footsteps fading away, I locked the door.

I spent a few minutes psyching myself up before the door. Then, I returned to the bedside, my heart racing.

I gently pulled his quilt.

"Did you wake up?" I tried to make myself sound gentle.

Judging from his steady breathing, he was still soundly asleep. I tugged at his quilt again, only with greater force.

"Did you wake up?" I leaned closer and asked again.

 

After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes. Then he instantly snatched the corner of the quilt from my hand and covered his entire body.

There was terror in his eyes.

He asked tentatively, "What? You want it again?"

'Do I look that horny?!'

I gave a dry laugh and said, "No. Just asking."

"Then let's get back to sleep." He pulled me into his arms.

"I'm bushed," he whispered in my ear.

I recalled the crazy sex just now and wanted to check his wounds.

So I said, "Turn over. I needa see your back."

He opened his eyes and stared at me for a few seconds before saying, "Can we do it tomorrow, please?"