Benjamin left this strange city for him. But only two days later, the thoughts in my heart surged like a tide, I smiled and said: "Yes."
The corners of his lips raised and his palms suddenly held my cheeks, lowered his head and kissed my lips, and the familiar breath swarmed up.
When I was absorbed in the kiss, Benjamin directly held me into the apartment and walked passed the living room to the bedroom and put me on the bed.
He bent down slightly, lowered his head and kissed me, his tongue pried open my lips, and his voice was vague and said, "I'm hungry."
As he lifted my clothes with his fingers, I instantly understood that Benjamin wanted to have sex. But it was not convenient for me.
What the doctor told me was still vivid in my head.
I stretched out my hand and pushed his chest away, panting slightly, and reminded him: "I just had a miscarriage, and I can't have sex for a month."
Benjamin turned a deaf ear, his palm pressed against my back, fixed my body in his arms, and did what he wanted.
I suddenly felt irritable. Benjamin pulled down my clothes, his palm reached in to my bra, and held my breast. His lips wandered between my collarbone and sometimes reached my lips again.
He put his tongue in and held my tongue and tasted it carefully. I turned my head to resist, Benjamin rubbed my cheek with his head, and calmly said: "I'm just trying to ease my desire, don't worry."
But it didn't seem like it.
Benjamin suddenly stood up, and I sat on the bed, aligning my eyes with his waist and the black belt.
He stretched out his hand to squeeze the flesh on my cheek, slowly moved his palm to the back of my head, and then pressed my head towards him.
I was stunned, feeling the heat on my face, and I felt embarrassed instantly! How could this b*stard! He pressed my head tightly against his lower body.
I suddenly raised my head and cursed: "Bah! You f*cker!"
Benjamin smiled, lowered his head soothingly, and kissed my lips, coaxing: "Help me deal with it. I can't stand it anymore."
I glared at him but he smiled softly, and said in a low and deep voice, "Pretty please."
In the end, I ignored Benjamin. He also felt bored and left. I quickly ran back to my room while he was away.
I stretched out my hand and patted my chest and felt terrified. Benjamin gave me the feeling that this was not something out of the ordinary for him.
It was as if what he asked for was just one more fried egg for breakfast.
Have other women helped him like this?
When I thought of this, I felt uncomfortable and depressed. Jealousy was burning at the bottom of my heart.
But then it all disappeared all of a sudden. He was an excellent man who was over 30. It was no strange thing that he had been with a lot of women.
Sean also said that there were all kinds of women around him, and if I cared about this, I would look petty.
Plus, I had no right to care about that.
Now I was Benjamin's legal wife, yes, but for a man like him, he must have other women outside.
I didn't want to be bothered by this kind of thing anymore, so I went to the bathroom to wipe my body with a towel, and then applied the medicine.
When I was lying in bed and playing on my phone, I saw Steve tagged me on Twitter and sent me a photo.
I clicked it open and what I saw made me tremble with anger. I didn't even notice that I dropped the phone on the bed. It took a long time before I picked up the phone again.
I checked the picture again.
I got into another f*cking trap!
This picture was not much different from the IOU I sent to Steve, except that the number of one million on it had become two million, and Benjamin's signature had become another strange name.
I held my trembling hand and dialed and asked sternly: "Steve, what do you mean?"
"Emma, you forced me." Steve's cold voice came from the other side: "I didn't plan to let you and I pay for it together, but you married Benjamin behind my back. All of that I could forgive, but how dare you plot against me together? How could I let you go?"
I scolded, "Steve, our common property is about two million. I asked Benjamin to write an IOU for one million so I could my own property back! Was this wrong?"
"Two million? Quit your fantasy, will you? All my money is under my mom's control except for the f*cking house! Even the twenty-three grand I transferred to you was my own money!"
Steve sounded like he was determined that it was all my fault. He then said coldly: "You know clearly that even if I want to give the property back to you, my mother will not agree to it. Why did you have to force me? You know I love you. But you were determined to get a divorce. Who is to blame? Everything has gone wrong since the divorce, and my life and work have been messy! When I think of you, all I can feel is misery!"
What about me? Did he think I was having the moment of my life?
So far, he was the winner, but he said he was miserable!
How the f*ck could he?
I suddenly calmed down and sneered: "You don't have to complain to me about your life. I won't pay the money from that IOU, just quit it." "Emma, you know perfectly well that there's no way out of this. I know that you are pretty familiar with the judicial explanation of the Marriage Law."
Steve also calmed down and went on to say: "You wanna drag me down with you, go ahead. But I'm telling you, since you dragged me down to the bottom already, you'd better stay down at the bottom with me or I'll do whatever it takes to make sure that you do. And by the way, the money I borrowed was from a loan shark."
"Steve, you're so f*cking cheap!"
I squeezed my phone and said, "I am working at the police station now. Do you think I'd be afraid of loan sharks? And I have no money!"
"Have you returned to the police station again?" Steve coldly snorted, "The two million they ask for is the money and the interest combined. Also, I know you got no money, but Benjamin does!"
I said coldly: "That's his money!"
Steve sneered and said: "Emma, don't be stubborn! The debts are both mine and yours. It's three million in total so you are gonna pay me one and a half million. There's no way you are gonna pull yourself out of this so you'd better start thinking about how you are gonna Pay!"
"Steve, you f*cking scumbag!"
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