บททั้งหมดของ Make That P#ssy Wet (18+): บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Third person's point of view.>Claudia's Penthouse“Thank God, it's not Rita,” she whispered to herself.*Ding-dong* the doorbell rang again.She clenched her jaws, her grip on her fork tightened as she narrowed her eyes towards the direction of the door and cursed at whomever it was that's standing behind the door.Getting interrupted while eating, isn't something she appreciates, and this person who wouldn't stop ringing the doorbell has pissed her off.Claudia sprang up to go get the door, she didn't bother hiding the fact that she's mad because her breakfast was interrupted. She grabbed the door's handle and snatched it open, and was ready to give whoever it was a piece

Stella's point of view.The red haired girl glared at me disgustingly, but she didn't take any action. Who is she, by the way? Why do I sense that she hates me? And why would she hate me?Mr. huge dick's sister looked around with a small frown, as though she's searching for something.“What are you doing here? Can you even afford to buy a cap here?” she asked, obviously mocking me, then slapped her forehead lightly. “Oh, I forgot you're a lowlife gold digging slut, your sugar daddy would pay the bills,” she concluded and burst into laughter, which her friends joined in instantly.I kept clenching and unclenching my fists as my vision was slowly turning red, I'm biting my inner cheeks, I'm trying so hard, so hard to keep my cool and honestly. But I don't think I can hold back for too long.I want to beat her to a pulp, I would like to teach her that I'm not someone she wants to have as an enemy, but that will only land us in a police station, which would bring Mr. huge d**k into the pi

Third person's point of view.>Ferguson's Penthouse“Miss Claudia is on the phone, sir,” Rob reported as he stretched forth his cellphone towards Ferguson, who's busy grooming his hair.Deep and thick frown lines appeared on his forehead immediately Rob made mention of Claudia's name. He clenched his jaw as he glared harshly at Rob through the mirror, as though Rob had committed an unforgivable sin.“Sir?”“What?!” he snapped, feeling offended.Rob subconsciously took a safety step back.“What should I say to Miss Claudia?”Ferguson faced Rob, he glared at Rob's face for a moment before shifting his glare to his (Rob's) hand.“I didn't recall permitting you to receive her call, correct?” “Yes, sir.”He raised an eyebrow questioningly. “Then why did you pick up?” He suddenly narrowed his eyes at the phone in Rob's hand, then looked back at his phone laying on the small table in front of his mirror.“Since when did you two exchange numbers?” he asked. “Why did she have your phone n

Megan's point of view.My brows furrowed at the sight in front of me as I pushed the door open, there was Mr. Belmont, already waiting by his car when I stepped out. The soft glow of the porch light illuminated his strong silhouette, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in my chest.Hold up… Why on earth am I being nervous? Aren't I just attending this gala with him as his secretary? Then why am I worrying about what his impression of me would be? I cleared my throat, trying to mask my nerves, but that seemed to have caught his attention. He looked up quickly and his piercing blue eyes met mine, his jaw dropped slightly, and I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking as his gaze trailed down my body, assessing my dress.A smile slowly spread across his face, transforming his features into a picture of genuine delight. He approached me with purpose, his confident stride closing the distance between us. In his hands, he held a bouquet of flowers, their vibrant

Stella's point of view. "Are you okay?" Jimmy asked when I've come back to him. "Yeah," I answered curtly. "I just need a drink." Just then, a waiter passed by with a tray of white wine. I stopped him and grabbed a glass, finished it in one gulp, grabbed another glass and finished it in one gulp too. I was reaching for the third glass when Jimmy held my hand, and shook his head in disapproval. "You've have enough. We don't wanna get you drunk now, do we?" he said. My eyes subconsciously located Ferguson, he's smirking slyly which increased my anger, and my eyes narrowed, but I quickly averted my gaze from him, and grabbed the glass of wine despite Jimmy's interference. "What are you still doing here?" he snapped angrily at the waiter. "Sorry," the waiter apologized and rushed off. "You shouldn't drink too much," Jimmy paused, glared towards Ferguson's direction. "What exactly did he tell you that got you all worked up?" he asked. Just at that moment, someone embrac