Stella Grant.
Break up.
These two words together make it easy to guess who’s sneaking around downstairs.
Upon hearing this, Stella Grant’s hand rested calmly on the doorknob, while Silas Sutton flicked the ash from his cigarette and let out a cold chuckle. "Manager Grant has such a hobby?"
Stella Grant, "..."
What hobby?
Eavesdropping from the corner?
Or watching a live action drama?
The two exchanged glances, and Stella Grant slightly pursed her lips.
Just as Stella was contemplating what to say to make the situation smoother, a few people erged from a nearby room looking for Silas Sutton.
"President Sutton."
"Where’s President Sutton?"
"Quick, quick, get President Sutton back. I’ve arranged the activities for the night scene."
Even as he heard his na being called, Silas Sutton remained standing, motionless.
Stella Grant frowned at the person in front of her, listening to the voices getting nearer, and with a resolved heart, she reached out and pulled him in.
Stella’s fingertips were cool, while Silas Sutton’s wrist was scorching.
The combination was like an encounter of ice and fire.
As the door to the staircase room closed, Silas Sutton’s cigarette fell to the floor.
Before Stella could explain why she pulled him in, Silas had already reached out to grab her chin and kissed her.
Stella was montarily stunned, then struggled, but Silas smiled with his eyes and pressed her against the wall, using his long leg to pin hers, deepening the kiss.
Stella had actually had so drinks tonight.
Not a lot, but enough to make her feel a bit weak.
Silas clasped her waist with one hand, using the other to brush the stray hair by her ear, chuckling hoarsely, "Manager Grant, wanna play?"
Stella tilted her head slightly to look at him, her delicate waist retreating, "If I say no, will President Sutton let go?"
At Stella’s words, the amusent in Silas’s eyes grew deeper, "What do you think?"
The two of them, one looking up and one looking down, maintained an intensely intimate tension.
The couple sneaking around downstairs also heard the commotion above, but showed no intention of stopping, becoming even more audacious.
Flynn Shepherd spoke, his voice carrying an indescribable excitent, "Baby, you’re becoming more and more enticing to ..."
The woman cooed, her tone flirtatious, simultaneously rejecting and inviting, "Stop it, I think there’s soone up there."
Flynn teased, "Isn’t it more exciting if there is soone? Don’t think I don’t know your little thoughts, isn’t this what you like?"
The woman moaned softly, as if pushing Flynn, "No way."
Flynn, "Yes, there is."
After saying this, Flynn increased the pressure on his waist, his words becoming more indecent, "Do you think the people upstairs will be able to resist coming down when they hear your voice..."
The woman panted continuously, "You, you stop talking, I, I don’t want to hear..."
Flynn, "Slut, saying no with your mouth, but your body is more honest than anyone else’s. Tsk, just look at yourself, how weak you’ve beco after hearing those words?"
Having known Flynn Shepherd for so long, Stella Grant had never realized he had such a ’wild’ side, her lips pressed into a straight line as she turned her head to the other side under Silas Sutton’s amused gaze.
Silas chuckled softly, the hand on her waist tightening, "Turns out Manager Grant likes this sort of thing?"
Stella turned her head to glare at him, slightly angry and embarrassed.
Silas looked at her, his deep eyes filled with casual amusent, his voice low and deep, "Hmm, what to do? I don’t like being watched, nor do I like being heard. Of course, if Manager Grant enjoys seeking this kind of thrill, I can try to go along with it."
Reviews
All reviews (0)