Sweet Addiction Chapter 3 Let's Get Married

After changing Irene's dirty clothes, Aaron suddenly had the urge to vomit himself as he struggled to
clean up the filth on his own clothing. Once he was finally finished, he returned back to the room only to
see that the woman had vanished!

He scanned the perimeters, even behind the curtains only to see that there was absolutely no trace of
the woman.

'How can she vanish like that?'

As he was wondering where she could be, a fabric flew towards him and landed right on his head.

When he grabbed it to take a look, his face paled and flushed at the same time. He didn't even know if
that was possible!

It was a pair of lacy underwear.

As he turned around, Irene was leaning against the wall and gazing at him lustfully.

"Where did you come from?" he demanded.

When she pointed at the armoire next to her, his face darkened.

"And why did you hide there just now?"

Irene only beamed, bouncing around. "I wanted to give you a surprise!" She threw her hands up into
the air like a little kid.

"A surprise?"

"A surprise!" Irene jumped onto the bed, stepping on the cushions with ease. Without another word,
she erupted into a song.



Her voice echoed throughout the room. For a drunk woman, her voice was just unacceptable!

Aaron found himself at a loss for words.

He threw the underwear onto the carpets, glowering at her 'This girl deserves a good beating!'

"Irene, shut up now or I swear I'll–"

However, his words were merely drowned out by her singing.

Seeing as there was no other choice, Aaron quickly dragged her off the bed. Being drained from the
constant jumping, Irene clung to him like a lazy cat.

The silky pajamas that adorned her clung to her body perfectly, hugging her curves in all the right
places.

In fact, as Aaron closely stared at her, she also had a pretty face and smooth skin. Any man who'd
seen her this way would never be able to resist such temptation.

Before he found himself being tempted any more, he carried her back to bed and covered her with a
quilt. As he was about to leave, Irene seized his hand.

"Don't leave me alone," she whined. "I'm so cold."

Normally, if this were any other person, Aaron would've already left her alone, but this was Irene. His
heart always seemed to soften whenever she was around.

As he was about to respond, he found that she was already fast asleep.

'She did suggested it,' he thought to himself. Maybe it was time to get rid of a few rigid principles he
kept to himself from time to time.



Aaron slipped into the quilt with her.

As he was about to doze off,

Irene wrapped one of her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He pushed her away, annoyed by
the intention, but she only seemed to have taken this as another encouragement by wrapping her arms
around his waist again.

Annoyed, Aaron had half of his mind to tell her off, but as he turned around, Irene was already
snuggling in his arms like a cat.

Seeing as she kicked the quilt off of her, she must've been settling in his warmth alone.

Aaron should've been bothered by this, but at such close contact, his heart skipped a beat.

He held the delicate girl in his arms, and even in such a cold night, he couldn't help but feel warm.

Even with many moments of ecstasy, he never felt this happy in such a long time.

Irene truly did trust him.

Aaron slowly pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Irene," he whispered, his breath fanning her
neck. "Let's get married."

She giggled. "Okay."

He smiled cunningly, closing his eyes. "You can't go back on that, Irene," he said. "But I'll make sure
you'll never regret the decision you made today."


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