Chapter 2: There Was a Relationship Between Us

No one knew how much the woman had drunk, and she was full of the smell of alcohol.When Oliver
frowned, someone came up to drag her away.

He dragged her hand off his body and found that she was a little hot.He was afraid that she had been
drugged.

Moreover, it was unsafe for a young girl who was drunk to stay in such a place where there were both
good and bad people.

It was lucky for her to meet a good person like him.

He helped her and said to the people behind him, "You don't have to follow."

The manager of the bar had worked here for decades and knew how to observe people's expressions.

He nodded and bowed immediately, "Okay, okay, President Wood, take care."

Oliver picked up Emma Brook and strode out.

After Oliver left, several young men looked at each other with resentment.

The chick that had been sent to their mouth flew into someone else's bow!! The man who took the
chick seemed to be of high status.

Even the bar manager, who always looked down upon them, was respectful to him.

So they couldn't afford to provoke him.

Oliver took Emma to his temporary five-star hotel directly.

He went into the gorgeous presidential suite and left her alone on the bed.



It would be good enough that he could bring her back.

Don't expect him to take off her shoes and change her clothes.

He dealt with a lot of things every day and still had a lot of works to do tonight.

He turned to another room to deal with his business.

After a long time, he stretched and closed the computer.

Suddenly, he remembered that his wristwatch was left in the room where the woman slept, so he got
up and went to fetch it.

Much of the smell of wine in the room dispersed.

He looked at the bed with slight surprise as he found that the woman had taken a bath and changed
into the hotel clothes.

Had not she slept sprawled all over the bed, would he really think that she had planned to sleep with
him.

Thinking of the way she tightly hugged him in the bar and asked him to sleep with her, Oliver sneered.

After he took his wristwatch, he was about to leave.

But at this moment, Emma suddenly opened her eyes, sat up, and held him firmly.

She said as if she was about to cry, "I'm sorry...Justin...Woo, I admit it's my fault.Can you stop being
with her?"

Because of her big movement, Oliver lowered his head and saw her breasts under the pajamas.



After the smell of alcohol dissipated, her body still had a slight aroma of alcohol.

Oliver’s breathing became deeper.

However, he did not want to take advantage of her when she was drunk.

He whispered, "Hey, I’m not Justin."

Emma punched his chest heavily, "Of course you are not that bad guy...Oh, you are the rich boss I
want to sleep.I want to make him and that bit*h jealous..."

He pushed her away again, "If you don't let me go, I will sleep with you."

She pulled on her pajamas, and the beautiful figure of her chest could be seen clearly.

Her eyes had already swollen from crying.

She lay on the bed and put on a look that said, "Come here, as long as you give me money..."

If he held back any longer, he would not be a man.Oliver loosened his tie and leaned over.

Emma had an unclear consciousness.

In the haze, she saw a strong chest in front of her, which reminded her of the naked body on the bed
she saw today.

At that time, Justin was covered with a thin layer of sweat.She had never seen what he looked like on
the bed.

It turned out that he was so handsome.



Her parents were not as open as young people, and she was also instilled the idea of not having
premarital sex.

Even though they had been together for six years, the relationship between the two of them was
romantic and they never went beyond the rules.

However, it was so abnormal for man who could control his desire for such a long time.

He did not have sex with her, so he must have got satisfied by Ava! It was too irritating! The brief
foreplay passed through her mind.

Wine fragrance was pleasant, and beauty was charming.

Oliver was not a fool.

As soon as the foreplay ended, he pressed Emma down and went into her immediately.As soon as he
stepped on this mysterious virgin land that had not been explored, she cried out with an "ah" sound.

He moved, and she scratched him again and again in tears.

She kicked him in the chest, preventing him from moving, "No! I quit, I quit...I feel so painful..."

Oliver had already taken off his pants.

How could he tolerate her contradicted behavior? He held back his urge and bent over.

Then he tied her hands above her head, kissed her tender lips and coaxed her in a soft voice, "Okay, I
quit.Be obedient and relax a little..."

Emma was deceived by his melodious voice like a night song, so she relaxed her vigilance.



But as soon as she put down her feet, Oliver picked up her leg and pushed to the end, holding her soft
waist! She felt as if her body had suddenly been split into two by a sharp knife.

Her waist sprang up violently.

The sharp pain stimulated every nerve in her body, so she couldn't help screaming, which shocked
Oliver.

That softness suddenly shrank with her scream, and the feeling of ecstasy told him honestly that this
time was different from the past.

Hadn't she...never been enjoyed by anyone? He was quite surprised.

He held her waist and tentatively retreated.

Emma felt a little better, struggling to use her hands and feet to get away from him.

Unexpectedly, he hit her hard again, and part of his body sank into her soft body, deeper than before.

She was so painful that she could see stars in her eyes.

She sobbed under him, "It's very painful...Don't, don't move again..."

"It won't hurt soon, good girl." Oliver kissed her on the lips.

Emma, who had just experienced sex, was almost knocked out by him.

Her body was tense, and she still cried, "No...no...let me go...ah..."

Her clothes were all torn off her body.

The two young and beautiful bodies were exposed in the cool air.



Oliver held her waist with one hand and held her with the other hand on her shoulder, galloping
recklessly on her body.

The girl gave him a feeling of great joy.

Why did Ava look so enjoyable, but she was in so much pain that she felt she almost died...

Emma looked at the shaking thin chest in front of her and opened her mouth angrily to bite his
shoulder.

Oliver felt the pain and his movements became fiercer.

She was hit and begged for mercy, "Let me go, please...Ah! Don't move...Boohoo..."

He lowered his head and swallowed her groan.

Her taste was very good, and he liked it very much.

Her body was like a small boat floating in a storm, and no one knew when it would calm down.

When Oliver finished, she had already fainted.

On the next morning, the light shone on her face through the curtain.

She frowned and opened her eyes, only to see an unfamiliar crystal chandelier.

Where was she? "My head hurts..."

She moved her arms, trying to pull herself up and sit up.

But to her astonishment, she found that she was not wearing any clothes! Her head ached, and the
memory of last night came into her mind intermittently.



Finally, it stopped at a sweaty and strong chest.

"Oh my god...Oh my god..."

She slept with a man she had never met before! If parents knew it, they would beat her to death! The
pain under her body had not yet dissipated, and she felt a strange emptiness.

She struggled to get up and put the scattered clothes on her body.

Her arms, chest, waist, thighs...were all covered with light red marks, all of which were left on by the
man.

At the moment, Oliver came out of the bathroom in high spirits, wearing the pajamas of the hotel.

Thanks to Emma, he had a good sleep last night.

Now he saw her pitiful look with a face full of regret.He walked over in a good mood.

Emma grabbed her skirt as if she was facing a formidable enemy, "Don't approach me!"

Only by then did she see the look of the man who f*cked her.

He was probably the most handsome man she had ever seen.

He was about twenty-six or twenty-seven, with chiseled facial features, long eyebrows, a pair of dark
eyes, and a tear mole under his right eye.

His thin lips were slightly curved with a joyful smile.

Even if he was wearing pajamas, it could not hide his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs.

Oliver was not angry that she didn't recognize him.



He pointed at her with a finger, saying in a doting tone, "You've buttoned your shirt wrongly."

She lowered her head and turned her back immediately, "Don't look!"


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