Because You Are My Lady novel (Sharon and Stanley) novel Chapter 96

Stanley took the coffee and put it in his hand. His slender legs moved and stretched, teasing Sharon with his expensive, handmade leather shoes like he was teasing a cat.

However, he said to his secretary calmly, "I heard that you had worked hard recently. After a few days, the company will sponsor you all on a trip."

The secretary was overjoyed. "Thank you, Mr. Jones."

"Hmm."

Stanley lifted his coffee cup and took a sip. He covered his eyes with the saucer and swept his gaze under the table when he saw the annoyed Sharon.

Sharon hid under the table and couldn't make a sound at all, so she could only silently bear his teasing.

Like a mischievous b*stard, he would kick her occasionally and would poke her with the tip of his shoes.

'TH endure it!"

Sharon gritted her teeth in dismay.

Stanley raised his eyebrows and thought, "Yo, she is quite bold for not going mad even after I do this."

On second thought, he frowned and was slightly agitated. How unpresentable he was that she didn't even budge even after he teased her to this state.

He was infuriated.

He slammed the cup heavily on the table, and then he seductively stretched his slender leg toward her inner thighs...

F**k!

"I can't take it anymore!" Sharon cursed inwardly.

She then slapped him hard on his leg.

"Hiss..."

Stanley grimaced in pain.

The secretary immediately asked, "Mr. Jones, what's wrong?"

As she spoke, she was about to get up and check him out.

"I'm okay. Sit down!"

Stanley's cold eyes swept over. The secretary was stunned and immediately returned to the chair. Stanley gritted his teeth and thought, "Little rascal, you really slap me! How dare you!"

He went even more aggressive this time. He hooked her directly with his legs, intending to pinch her tender face and teach her a lesson...

But that was how the accident happened.

Sharon lost her balance and pounced on him directly. With a muffled groan, she fell between his legs.

Stanley's body stiffened and his breathing quickened.

Sharon's eyes widened in shock!

Her face was as red as cooked shrimp. She knelt under him in a flirtatious posture and didn't dare to move, her face blushing as red as a cherry tomato.

Eventually, he said, "Linda, you can leave now."

"Yes, Mr. Jones."

The secretary stood up skeptically and went out.

As soon as the door closed, Sharon came out from under the table and pointed at the perverted man with her trembling hands. "You... you..."

Stanley cleared his throat and soon composed himself. "You're stuttering now?"

What the f*ck!

Sharon glared at the shameless man.

Stanley lowered his gaze and smiled. He was amused by her annoyed yet cowardly expression.

Anthony pushed open the door and walked in. Feeling the ambiguous atmosphere in the office, he asked suspiciously, "Mr. Jones, Madam, what were you doing just now?"

Sharon was startled. "Anthony..."

Did Anthony see it too?

"I just came in and passed by the secretary's desk. They gathered together and said that the president was playing some shameful game."

Sharon pursed her lips awkwardly.

Stanley closed his eyes and ignored the remark.

Anthony came in to deliver lunch. Sometimes, Stanley would have his lunch in the office when he was very busy.

"Come and have lunch with me."

Stanley called Sharon who was standing on the side.

Sharon widened her eyes in disbelief. Did he deliberately call her up here in front of so many people simply to accompany him for lunch?

"Mr. President, you are so capricious!" she cursed in her mind.

Sharon wasn't interested in his invitation at all. She didn't want to eat, and she didn't want to stay with him.

Stanley read her mind at a glance and his eyes turned cold. "If you go down now, I will announce our relationship tomorrow."

Sharon stared at him, astounded.

Alright, she surrendered.

Sharon reluctantly walked over, pulled out the chair, sat down in front of him, and silently ate lunch.

She found that he was a very picky eater as he didn't touch the onions and garlic in his meal.

At first glance, it was obvious that he was from a rich family who had never suffered a lot. Beggars could not be choosers.

Suddenly thinking of Cecilia's phone call, Sharon couldn't help but ask, "I want to ask you something."

"What?"