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Connor withdrew his arm abruptly, his volce deep as he said, “I don’t need help.
The college girl paused for a second, then followed the unsteady Connor to the villa’s front door.
Connor got into the car, and the college girl squeezed in after him. In a soft voice, she said, “Mr. Connor, let me stay with you.”
“Tm not interested in you, find someone else.”
“I just want to be with you. Let me take care of you, please?” the pretty college student pleaded softly.
It was her first time at such a party, and she had received $5.000
She was determined to make money at any cost, but when she first laid eyes on Connor, she became willing to do so wholeheartedly. Suddenly, Connor felt the alcohol rush to his head, his stomach churning, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He was silent for a moment. Seeing the movement in his throat, the college girl, confident in her beauty, believed no man could resist her when drunk. Finally, Connor fought off the drunkenness and opened his eyes. Suddenly, the college girl wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her face against his collarbone, gazing up at him with affection.
Connor, feeling as if touched by something filthy, disgustedly turned her face away. Coldly, he said, “You have three seconds to disappear.”
The college girl stared at him, her eyes shockingly cold.
Three
“Two.”
“One”
Terrified, the college girl trembled, unable to move.
“Get her out of here,” Connor told the driver.
The driver immediately got out of the car and pulled the college girl from the back seat.
The door shut. The college girl stood at the empty villa entrance, her hair slightly disheveled by the breeze.
Connor rubbed his throbbing temples with one hand, the other reaching into his pocket to find a bulge.
He pulled it out–it was an orange–flavored candy. At the restroom door, Camilla had slipped it into his pocket.
He unwrapped the candy and tossed it into his mouth. A burst of orange flavor quickly spread through his mouth. He smiled wryly. “That’s really awful”
Leaning back in his seat, he closed his eyes, his tongue gently swirling the orange candy around his mouth
As dawn began to break, Connot pushing through his exhaustion, returned to Cedarhill Estate, unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt, and fell asleep on the couch. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
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At seven o’clock, Camila lay in bed, her expression blank as she stared at the ceiling. She had returned home the previous night and hardly slept, just dozing off as daylight approached.
After freshening up, she headed towards Cedarhill Estate, pausing at a convenience store along the way.
Eventually, she entered. As his secretary, there were things she still had to do, even if she was unsure they were necessary.
“Could I have a black coffee, please?”
Cedarhill Estate.
Camila walked into the living room to find a familiar figure lying on the couch–it was Connor, still in last night’s clothes. She approached and draped a blanket over him.
As she got closer, Camila’s sharp eyes spotted a smudge of red on his shirt–a lipstick mark. Images from last night’s thrilling scenes at the villa flashed through her mind. Her heart sank.
She threw the blanket over Connor and went to open the curtains. Golden sunlight streamed into the room, breaking the stillness and gloom.
Connor slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the sudden light. He saw the blanket tossed over him, rubbed his temples, and sat up.
“Mc. Connor would you like to go back to your room to sleep, or? Camila asked indifferently.
“I take a shower. If David arrives, start breakfast without me, Connor said, casting off the blanket and heading to his bedroom.