"Do you think I'm some kind of lecher?"
"Don't all lechers love seeing women in sexy, flashy clothes? You were without a girlfriend before. Now tasting the sweetness of love, you can't forget it once you've experienced it, right? Don't tell me you're gonna start having feelings for other women too?"
Damon's gazes were meaningful, his mouth curving into a slight smile. The somewhat cold smile sent chills down Chloe's spine.
Suddenly, he leaned in, his hands placed on both sides of her body, giving her a small peck on the lips. Then, he looked at her with his deep, dangerous gazes, "Do you know that I love you?"
Chloe looked at him warily. Why was he saying this all of a sudden? "What... are you trying to say?"
Damon's smile deepened, his thin lips gently planting kisses on her face.
A low, husky voice echoed in the room, "I love you so much. Since you're calling me a lecher, wouldn't it make your words meaningless if I don't act like one? Whatever you ask for, as long as I can do it, I will."
Chloe was kissed relentlessly by the man, her thoughts gradually becoming a blur. The atmosphere, somehow, heated up under his gentle kisses. Feeling dizzy from his persistent kisses, she finally pushed Damon away with the last bit of her sanity.
"I was wrong. I misspoke. You're not a lecher, not at all."
Damon looked at her intently, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his dark eyes.
Seeing his reaction, Chloe wanted to back away, but her body leaned forward instead, planting a sweet kiss on the corner of his lips.
"The term 'lecher' is for ugly people. You're so handsome, of course you're not a lecher."
Damon's gazes were deep, "Then what am I?"
Chloe shivered slightly, her bright eyes staring at him.
Damon felt a stir in his heart, leaning forward to kiss her again. Chloe turned her head, resting her hand on his shoulder, "You're handsome! You exude manly charm all the time!"
Damon's eyes twinkled with amusement, "Charm? So, are you attracted to me?"
Chloe nodded, "Of course!" Seeing him ready to pounce, Chloe quickly said, "I'm hungry."
Damon paused, looking intensely into her eyes, as if he wanted to let her go, but there was some reluctance. In the end, he leaned down and kissed her fiercely.
It was not until she was gasping for air, slapping his shoulder and starting to struggle that he let her go.
Looking at her blushing cheeks, her lips swollen and moist from the kiss, he finally got up satisfied.
"Go freshen up, breakfast is ready outside."
Chloe nodded. Only after Damon left did she lift the covers and head into the bathroom. Looking at the marks on her body in the mirror, Chloe tried to cover them up but to no avail. Shaking her head helplessly, she just took her toiletries and started freshening up.
The breakfast table was set on the balcony. Not long after the breakfast-serving staff left, the doorbell rang again.
Damon frowned slightly.
As Wendy opened the door and saw the tall, handsome man, she was taken aback.
Damon was still wearing yesterday's clothes, wrinkled and unbuttoned at the collar. He usually looked elegant, but now he seemed a bit disheveled, yet extremely attractive. Suddenly, Wendy remembered the shirt Chloe bought for him yesterday and wondered curiously how he would look in it.
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