Chapter 854

Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me

Left with no choice, she hurriedly hugged Vinson‘s neck again to steady herself.

“I‘ll take your silence as consent, doctor,” Vinson said with a chuckle.

With that, he held a very anxious Arielle tightly in his arms and went upstairs.

In the blink of an eye, Arielle found herself on the bed in Vinson‘s room.

Since Vinson had the master bedroom, he had a much larger bed, and the combination of dark and
light colors made for a strong contrast.

Arielle sank into the impeccably soft bed as soon as he laid her on it.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Vinson said as he planted a kiss on Arielle‘s lips. “Give me two minutes.”

Arielle bit her lips and nodded.

She was nervous, and understandably so.

Any woman in her situation would be just as terrified, so why would Arielle be an exception?

Once Vinson stepped into the bathroom, Arielle quickly pulled the blanket tightly around her.

She stared at the steamy bathroom as her anxiety spiraled out of control.

What now? What do I have to prepare?

Arielle racked her brain for an answer but to no avail. How could she have one when she knew nothing
about being intimate?



Damn it! I‘m such an idiot when it comes to romance!

Just as Arielle continued to berate herself, the sound of running water in the bathroom stopped.

What? Has Vinson finished his shower?

Knowing there was no way out, she steeled herself for the inevitable.

I‘ll follow Vinson‘s lead since I’m clueless. Surely he knows what he‘s doing. After all, men are
supposed to be better at these things.

Arielle sighed and closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly.

She could hear Vinson walking toward her and stopping beside the bed.

Unbeknownst to Arielle, Vinson, too, was a bundle of nerves.

He was so anxious that he even mistook his shampoo for body wash.

After all, this was his first time.

Arielle was his first woman, and she would also be his last.

As he let his thoughts wander, so did his gaze.

Even though Arielle was hiding under the blanket, there was no hiding her svelte figure from Vinson‘s
eyes.

With her long legs, slender waist, and fair skin, Arielle was the perfect woman that men lusted after.

Only the top of Arielle’s head poked out from under the blanket as a sheen of sweat formed on her
forehead.



Vinson could only imagine how hot it must be as he saw beads of sweat rolling down her face and into
the pillowcase.

Damn it. I know it‘s just sweat, but it‘s driving me crazy.

Unable to control his urges any longer, Vinson slowly crawled into bed and straddled Arielle.

“Sannie?” he rasped as he leaned into her face. “Don‘t you feel hot under the blanket?”

“Hot…” Arielle mumbled, surprised that her voice was just as raspy.

“Haha. Take the blanket off if it‘s hot.”

Right after that, Vinson yanked the blanket off and plopped himself down beside Arielle.


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