Hearing the unusual voice on the other end of the phone, Tiffany immediately said, "I should be
asleep.Bye-bye."
She hung up the phone without hesitation.
The busy tone was ringing.
Jameson slightly kissed behind her ear and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Are you finished?"
It was not finished.
It was obviously interrupted by the jerk.
Before Sharon could speak, the man moved his kiss from behind her ear to her neck.
It was itchy and numb.
Sharon couldn't help but clenched her fingers tighter and tried to control her breath, "It's getting late,
you should...."
Jameson gently bit her fair skin, "What should I do?"
Sharon hissed in pain and said, "Are you a dog?"
"I can be anything."
Jameson grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.
Then, he pushed her against the railing and bit her lips, "Your friend won't come back tonight.Can I
stay?"
"No...."
Before Sharon could reject, her mouth was firmly blocked.
Even if he didn't speak, there seemed to be a voice echoed in her brain, "I'm not discussing."
The cold wind blew wildly, but Sharon didn't feel anything.
Instead, she felt as if she was thrown in a large stove, so hot that she could not breathe.
Jameson touched her face and deepened his kiss.
Not long after, Sharon's knees felt so weak to stand.
She stretched out her hands and placed them on Jameson's chest and then retreated and gasped for
some air.
Her eyes were filled with tears, "Alright.Fine...."
Jameson's deep eyes were fixed on her beautiful lips.
He leaned forward to kiss her again, "As you said."
Sharon was curious.
What did she say? Jameson let go of her and loosened his tie, "Are there any clothes for me?"
Sharon realized what he really wanted and looked at him with caution.
Without a second thought, she said, "No!"
"Alright, I don't care."
He took off his tie and threw it on the sofa, heading towards the bathroom.
Sharon gritted her teeth and had to get him Ruben's clothes.
She came to the door and knocked, "I'll leave them here."
"Bring them in.’ Sharon was speechless.
Sharon choked off her idea to kill him and opened the door.
Just as she was about to put the clothes on the dresser, she saw him facing her.
His shirt was half unbuttoned, revealing his robust chest.
Further down were the faint six-pack abs.
Sharon instantly found her eyes burning.
She quickly put her eyes back and faltered, "Here are clothes, I should...’
When she was about to leave, Jameson leaned beside her, with one hand against the wall and looked
sideways.
He began with a low voice, "Which towel is yours?"
"Don't use my towel! There's a disposable one over there.Use that to wash...." Sharon pointed casually.
Jameson bent over and came closer to her, "Where?"
"Wash wherever you like."
As Sharon spoke, she wanted to escape from Jameson's arms, but what she didn't expect was that
Jameson suddenly retracted his hand and she fell directly into Jameson's breast.
The man's thin lips curled up.
He put his arms around her waist, "Don't rush.We still have time tonight."
Sharon blushed and stomped him viciously.
Jameson grunted and said, "Old habits die hard, isn't it? You should change that."
"I'll never!"
Sharon ran out of the bathroom before he could notice and blocked the door.
She wished that she could lock it from the outside and let the jerk stayed in it all night.
Anyway, she knew what he was thinking.
When Sharon went to do dishes, Jameson had finished his noodles.
It seemed that he was really hungry.
She didn't understand why he insisted on joining the fun.
Was he going to practice a hundred ways to embarrass himself? Coming out of the kitchen, Sharon sat
on the sofa and turned the TV on to drown out the sound of water from the bathroom.
A minute later, her phone rang.
It was Trey.
Sharon picked up.
"Hello, Sharon? This is Trey.I'm sorry I went AWOL tonight.I've been a little busy."
"That's fine."
Sharon paused and said, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"
Trey went silent on the phone.
In the end, he did not say it out.
He said, "I've been occupied recently.I just want to meet you.I didn't mean anything."
Sharon's lips tightened.
She could tell that something was wrong from Trey's serious face today.
However, since Trey was unwilling to talk, she would not insist.
"Sharon."
"Yes."
Trey took a deep breath and said, "Mr.Proctor and you are...."
"We're together." Sharon said.
Even though Trey had known the answer, he didn't want to give up and asked the question.
He was relieved hearing Sharon's answer and smiled faintly, "Then I wish you happiness."
"Thank you."
Apart from these two words, Sharon did not know what to say.
Before hanging up, Trey said, "Sharon, whatever happened, you must watch out for Talon and Natalia.’
She disconnected, and the bathroom door opened.Jameson walked out with his black hair half wet.
"Where is the hairdryer? I can't find it."
Sharon put aside her thoughts, put down her phone and went into the bathroom.
She took out the hairdryer from a drawer of the dresser and handed it to him.
She asked, "Are you really looking?"
"I am." Jameson took the dryer and plugged in.
The droplets slid down as he was blow-drying his hair, along his lower jaw, through the protruding
adam's apple and silently into his collar.
Sharon licked her lower lip subconsciously and felt her throat dry and itchy.
Before she could find an excuse to leave, the low roar of the dryer continued.
Jameson casually rubbed his wet hair and a few drops spayed on Sharon's face.
She raised her eyes and was about to speak when she met his crooked smile.
He said, "Can't take your eyes off me?"
At this moment, Jameson's voice was low and sexy.
He was dressed in Ruben's clothes, making him a few years younger.
His cold black eyes were a bit purer than those of college students, and even his face features were
much softer.
The sudden change of his style had a great impact on her since he was usually wearing a suit.
Just standing there, Jameson seemed to exude his charming from the inside out.
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