Don't Stop Daddy, Please!
Emma swore furiously, throwing her body onto the soft mattress with soaring annoyance.
Emma’s chest heaved up and down remembering the absolute rejection at the edge of the swimming pool earlier. She stared at the ceiling of the room with a look of disbelief and, at the same time, half-dead irritation. Even though she had thrown away all her shame, lowered her self-respect, and deliberately turned herself into a bold temptress in front of that man. Yet still, that old Lucas Moura Blackwood was like a polar ice wall who was not interested in her at all. Her bold touch was just cast off just like that.