Chloe Yuan struggled to escape from the depths of sleep, her eyelids heavy as she opened them to a world she didnt recognize. The unfamiliar wardrobe, ceiling, and curtains surrounded her, and even her own body felt strange.
Lying on top of her was a wheatish-colored arm, unmistakably male. Following the arm, she saw a face with sharp features—Grant Qin, her new boss. His usually domineering eyebrows were now peacefully resting on his face, his eyes closed, long black lashes casting a shadow beneath them. His nose was prominent, and his thin lips curled slightly upward.
The familiarity was overwhelming.
Grant Qin, the man she couldnt escape even in her dreams.
She wanted to scream, to flee, but found herself trapped by his tight embrace, his long legs wrapped around her, locking her in place.
"Mr. Qin?" Chloe tentatively called out to the man behind her.
Feeling the struggle in his arms, Grant tightened his grip, his voice groggy and lazy with sleep. "Dont fuss, be good, sleep a little longer, its still early."
Chloe looked at the sunlight streaming through the curtains—it was already noon, Mr. Qin.
Looking at her current situation, she felt like crying but no tears came.
His hand was not just anywhere, but on her lower abdomen, and with the slightest movement, a surge of warmth spread through her.
Her back and waist were pressed against his scorching body, and any forward movement... she suspected that if she moved again, Grant would unhesitatingly continue the activities of the previous night.
Speaking of last night...
She had been in the entertainment industry for three and a half years and had never imagined being set up like this.
She would definitely get back at Mark Chen that bastard.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the fatigue of her body, and she closed her heavy eyes again.
When she woke up again, the sun was setting.
Grant woke up refreshed, seeing the peaceful sleeping face in his arms, he was momentarily stunned.
His hands reluctantly left her body, rubbed his eyes, and sat up, his gaze fixed on her legs exposed outside the blanket.
They were long.
So white.
So slender.
So damn satisfying.
There was a sign of awakening in a certain part of his body, and Grants throat bobbed up and down as he quickly pulled the blanket to cover her completely.
As the saying goes, out of sight, out of mind.
But reality says that out of sight, the itch grows stronger.
His hands roamed her curves under the blanket once more before Grant got out of bed.
He took a shower in the bathroom, called his assistant to bring food, and then rolled back into bed.
Pulling Chloe onto himself, he pinched her nose and covered her mouth with his lips.
Chloe almost slapped him awake when she was suffocated.
But fearing retaliation from him, she turned her hand to the back of his head, smiling ingratiatingly, "Mr. Qin, Im very satisfied, no need for more."
She remembered clearly that last night in bed, he forced her into positions, threatening to make things difficult for her at the company if she didnt comply...
She had never imagined that a president who appeared noble and restrained would be so unrestrained in bed.
The mans sword eyebrows raised, his hand slowly moving down her neck, he spoke with conviction: "Im not satisfied."
With that, one hand covered the place he desired, and the other lifted her chin, kissing her.
Chloe: "…"
Under the assault of a suddenly carnivorous thirty-year-old man, the kiss only ended when the assistant brought the food.
Taking advantage of Grant opening the door, Chloe quickly breathed in some fresh air, her face flushed, quickly dressed, and walked out of the bedroom.
Only to be caught by Grant.
"Where are you going?" Grant narrowed his long eyes.
Chloe suddenly became timid, her apricot eyes glanced around before she spoke: "Home."