บท 2: A Misplaced Marriage
All of Derek's bodyguards sighed and looked down with their hands behind their backs. That chick just touched their boss' cheek!
Did she have a death wish?
Something terrible was about to happen!
One bodyguard was bold enough to pull Serina, but Derek looked daggers at him. So, he quickly retreated.
"What? You don't want to come? Let me tell you, I didn't even agree to sleep with Ernest tonight after we just got married!" Serina simpered. "Don't you know Ernest? He is a star! All the women in the world want to sleep with him! But now he's ... my husband."
"You said Ernest was your husband?" Derek frowned harder. His deep voice sounded like a bellow from hell.
"That's right! We got hitched in city hall!" She squinted up at him, her rosy cheeks adorable. "You don't believe me? Let me show you the license!"
As she spoke, she fumbled around her pockets with one hand and fished out a small red book from her butt pocket. "Here you go!"
Then she smiled, “But it doesn’t matter. I’ll divorce him tomorrow. He’s just my best friend. Will you sleep with me now?”
He took it and opened it! But...
What did it say?
Derek Maynard and Serina Norris!
There was no Ernest, but one Derek!
A smile touched his lips. His careless nephew had married him to his best friend. Now that girl was the brat's aunt!
"Now you must believe me." Serina simpered and took a sip of red wine. Then, to his surprise, she stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips, invading his mouth with her wine-flavored hot tongue.
It felt soft, divine, sweet, and intoxicating.
He wrapped his hand around her waist and brought her closer, fanning the sparks into a fire.
However, she quickly let go of his lips and beamed at him. She lifted his chin with one finger and teased, "How was it? Are you coming with me or not?"
A sinister smile bloomed on his stony face. "Are you really that hungry for my service?"
She extended a finger and waved it. "Not yours! Mine."
The chick got balls!
Intriguing.
He picked her up and carried her into his Rolls-Royce in front of everyone.
"The Crystal Palace," he ordered.
The professional driver quickly started the car.
She rested her head on his shoulder and grabbed his collar in a daze, asking, "What? We are at a hotel already? Then what are you waiting for? Let's begin."
As she spoke, she went for his buttons.
Her breath of alcohol approaching, Derek frowned and took her hands, killing her mood, "Not here."
"No? You can't? Do you have ED?"
He felt his entire body tighten. Was this woman drunk or not?
He hastily dropped her hands and said, "You'll find out in a moment!"
"I want to know now!"
You naughty bird!
Her blushing cheeks and misty eyes added to her sexual charm.
"Drive faster!" He roared to the driver.
She bumped onto Derek's chest when the driver hit the accelerator.
The Crystal Palace
Before the car was stable, Derek carried her out and sprinted towards his bedroom.
All the servants drooped their heads. This was the first time Derek had brought back a woman, a drunken one, no less!
How bizarre!
In the luxurious round bed, Derek laid Serina flat and wanted to adjust his breathing, but she grabbed his tie with a jerk.
"Don't leave. Didn't you agree to make love to me?"
He nipped her chin and lifted it.
Her face was dainty in the size of a palm, slightly plump and super cute. Her long eyelashes cast a shadow against the light.
"Who do you want?" His husky voice came.
She opened her eyes slightly and scolded, "Idiot! Of course it is you. We are married, for God's sake. You don't want me? Don't make me sue you!"
He raised her jaw and approached her face. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
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