"Excuse me, ma'am. And you are?" The driver was confused. The woman before him wore a black dress, black hat, and sunglasses. She was elegant and enigmatic.
Casting a glance at the woman, James kept his silence, his eyes darkened.
Didn't she leave with Mr. Wang?
Maria smiled and took his arm. Winking at the driver, she said, "Me? I'm James' girlfriend, of course. You can leave now!"
The driver was at a loss, but after waiting for a bit, James still hadn't freed himself from her grasp. He believed her. "All right. Thank you, ma'am." He turned and left.
"Not at all." Maria raised her red lips and looked at the man, his cheeks flushed thanks to the alcohol. She gently held his hand and said, "Good boy, let's go!"
She sounded like she was coaxing a child —or a dog.
James kept silent, walking into the hotel with her.
Six years had passed, and James was still so quiet and easily influenced after getting drunk.
He followed Maria into the hotel and let her lead him into the elevator.
Maria managed to get James away from his driver. He was at her mercy.
Arriving at the floor of the presidential suite, Maria only hesitated a moment to make a choice.
Of course she should take James to her suite. When he woke up the next day, she could hold it over him when he lost his temper.
In the room, Maria helped the man to lie down on her bed as she removed his shoes. And she bitched about it, too. "Okay, big man, I'm taking your shoes off for you. You're the boss and like to pretend you're better than everyone!"
She put his shoes by the door. When she came back, he had already shed his suit jacket. He lay there, eyes closed.
Maria went over to the bed, unbuttoned his shirt, and said with a smile, "You're a lot more agreeable when you're drunk. Come on, let's have some fun!"
She got to the third button, and could now see his exquisite pecs. Maria swallowed hard. "You still look as hot as the day we met. You must hit the gym a lot."
She continued undoing buttons and gasped. His washboard abs lay exposed before her. She couldn't help reaching out and running her soft fingers over them gently. "Whew! I'm getting hot now." This guy used to last at least half an hour in bed. She wondered if he could still go that long—or even longer.
Maria was ecstatic. After she took a shower, she could sleep with James.
Then a thought occurred to her. She couldn't forget that he'd slept with Alina.
And got her pregnant!
While she was lost in thought, James grabbed her hand. She was taken aback by his sudden movement. But his eyes were still closed, he was still sleeping off his alcoholic binge.
Maria reluctantly pulled herself away and retired to the bathroom. She wanted to touch James all night, but needed to do this first.
She was not going to take a shower. James was a neat freak. She need to take good care of him before she could take a shower herself.
As soon as the woman walked into the bathroom, the man behind her slowly opened his eyes.
He pursed his lips and stared at the washroom in silence, his eyes dark and sharp.
A moment later, Maria came out of the bathroom with a basin of hot water and a towel. She wrung the wet towel dry and began to wipe the man's face. James was fully aware of this. But he still pretended and obligingly kept his eyes shut.
While wiping, she mumbled, "I have to be gentle. Your skin is like silk. If I hurt you, then you could sue me."
She wiped his face and then his body. When her warm towel was nearly between his legs, he grabbed her hand again.
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