Chapter 68
\nIn My Desperate Time novel Chapter 68<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry, I didn\u2019t mean to\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Looking at dazed Frances Louis on the ground, I apology with a bitter face.<\/p>\n
He stands up with a sullen face and his naked body comes towards me.<\/p>\n
I blush, but I am more frightened.<\/p>\n
I just kicked Frances Louis out of bed, and he won’t let me go.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet me see who he is and you are in such hurry to answer it!\u201d<\/p>\n
Frances Louis steps over me and picks up the phone on the night table.<\/p>\n
I really want to cry. I didn’t get the phone. How should I know who is calling? The reason why I am anxious to pick it up is that I am afraid Frances Louis would catch Lawrence Jordan calling me like before.<\/p>\n
God bless me. Don\u2019t be Noah Jefferson. Otherwise I am so screwed!<\/p>\n
\u201cSteven Song?\u201d<\/p>\n
Frances Louis turns to look at me and screws his brows.<\/p>\n
Relieved, I snatch the phone from his hand and says, \u201cmy boss may have an errand for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I quickly jump out of bed with my phone and run to the balcony.<\/p>\n
I may have annoyed Frances Louis, and it would be safer to hide for a while.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d I answer the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cHaven’t wake up yet? Why take so long?\u201d asks Steven Song.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d I look at Frances Louis and say dishonestly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere’s a luxury show in Paris. I want to take you to the show. Are you going?\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course, I want to go, so I say yes.<\/p>\n
However, Frances Louis is much more ruthless than I thought and doesn\u2019t buy my story at all.<\/p>\n
His moves closer to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cApology is not just about speaking. You have to do it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He lifts one of my legs, placing it at his waist, and stretches his big thing into my softness.<\/p>\n
I shudder and my phone fall to the floor.<\/p>\n
He sticks so hard that I have to cling to his body to feel safe.<\/p>\n
Frances Louis seems to be really angry, and each stick he wants to torture me to die.<\/p>\n
Until afternoon, I am exhausted and he finally lets me go.<\/p>\n
\u201cI’ll fly later. I’ll probably be out of Virginia for a week.\u201d Frances Louis says to me, putting on his bathrobe and heading for the bathroom.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-92","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/92","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=92"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}