Noah is lying on the bed, sleeping soundly, and even with a smile at the corners of his mouth.
Noah falling asleep in such a short time naturally doesn’t shock me. But Frances is sitting opposite me
and smiling.
"How did you get in?"
Fearing that it may awake Noah, I lower my voice and say.
"The door is open, isn't it an invitation?” Frances says lightly.
His eyes are full of anger when he glances at Noah.
I feel so regretful that I want to slap myself in the face.
I should have closed the door when I am going out. Otherwise, I won't have to face a dilemma like this
right now.
Frances is a temperamental guy. Nothing good is going to happen when he shows up like this. What's
more, there is a man lying on my bed now. Although I am not caught in bed, the anger on his face is
already very obvious.
"Let's talk about it outside."
I want to let Noah stay out of it. I whisper to Frances.
He smiles while sitting in the chair, without moving an inch.
I feel anxious. It will be really embarrassing if we wake Noah up.
I am very afraid that the two of them being in the same room. On one hand, I am worried about what
Frances will do to Noah. On the other hand, I am afraid that Noah might accidentally reveal my secret.
Since I am humiliated by Frances last time, I decide to hide my sincerity. I really don't want to bring up
any unnecessary ramification.
"So, not even an explanation after having a man in your bed?"
Explanation?
How do I explain?
The more I say, the more it seems like I want to cover it up.
But right now, Frances shows his attitude obviously. He is not going to leave me alone unless I make it
clear.
"Things between me and Noah are not as ugly as you portrayed. He is only spending one night with
me. And he wouldn't do anything to me."
Frances sneers at my explanation.
"Is that what he tells you? The two lovey-dovey couple can sleep together without doing anything?
Aren’t you too naive? Or do you think I'm stupid?"
In fact, I know that Frances would not believe it.
I can’t get a beast in bed like him to listen to reason. It would be strange if he gets it.
"Believe it or not, Noah and I wasn’t going to do anything. And he is leaving tomorrow, so don't mess
with him." I say.
"You are not qualified to bargain with me, Jane."
Frances finally stands up and walks towards me.
His eyes look like an abyss, as if it is about to suck me in.
I am afraid of what he would do to me, so I take two steps back for no reason.
However, he keeps stepping forwards, pushing me into the bathroom and closing the door.
As soon as I enter the confined space, I become more nervous.
"What do you want?"
I swallow nervously. And there is nothing but a sink behind me.
"Why don’t you tell me?" Frances smiles and lifts one of my legs with his left hand. He wrapped it
around his waist, tears my underwear, and goes inside of me.
Without preparation, I gasp while frowning in pain.
For fear of falling, I can only cling to him with my hands.
The plaster on his arm has not been removed. But even with only one hand, it doesn’t affect his
movement in my body.
Noah is still sleeping outside. Meanwhile the two of us are doing such a shameful thing in the
bathroom.
The pain gradually goes away, and the pleasure comes, But I bite my lip firmly, not daring to make a
sound.
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