MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

"That's a Bugatti Veyron! Do you think Heather, a poor student, can afford such an expensive car?" Helen sneered as her eyes flashed with vicious light. "Those who can afford a car like that are mostly old men. Do you understand why she can get into that car? She prostitutes herself,"

Malcolm's eyes flickered with disdain.

Heather had been keeping a low profile, so he didn't believe she was rich. But when he thought Heather actually succeeded in hooking up with a rich man, he felt angry and jealous.

He sucked up to Helen all day long, but he could at best drive her BMW. Besides, even if he did get the help of the Jenkins family's power in the future, he wouldn't be able to afford a car like Bugatti Veyron! But Heather easily hooked up with a rich man and even reached a height he could never reach in his life.

"What a shameless woman she is!" Malcolm said bitterly.

"Don't you men like such shameless women?" Helen sneered. She felt as unhappy and uncomfortable in the heart as Malcolm!

"I used to be as blind as a bat," said Malcolm coolly, clenching his teeth. "I have to show everyone what kind of person she really is!"

At this time, Heather was sitting in Alexander's car, ready to go to the movies with him. She had no idea that a storm was about to sweep her in.

***

Her date with Alexander went well, and she had a good sleep at night.

To her surprise, she dreamed of Alexander.

Besides, it was a dream about what had happened when she had been drunk.

They seem to have sex again. It was both real and unreal, and the only thing she remembered well was his handsome face.

"Heather..."

Who was calling her name?

The person in front of her seemed to be Alexander, but his face was too young. But why... did she find that face somehow familiar? 

"Heather..."

Someone seemed to be calling her name

again. The face gradually changed into Alexander's.

Heather opened her eyes. She suddenly realized how real Alexander's face seemed.

She was in a trance. Could her dreams be so clear? But since it was a dream, she didn't have to worry about anything, did she?

With a wicked smile, she put her arms around his neck.

Alexander's eyes flashed with surprise. It was clear that her enthusiasm had caught him off guard.

But the next moment, Heather rolled over, placed him directly under her, and smiled wickedly. "Ah, you pretend to be innocent?" 

Alexander felt like his whole body was going to explode! A hot stream shot up to his stomach. His lower part changed out of control!

"Heather Denmark!" He gnashed his teeth. Was the sexy girl deliberately trying to seduce him?

The true feeling of her body being pressed against by a solid object awaked Heather.

Not right... It didn't seem like a dream!

Heather rubbed her eyes hard. When she saw that Alexander, who was under her in the dream, was still around, she instantly paled.

Oh, my gosh! Is he real?

The beast in her actually came up again? Why was Alexander real? Why was this not a dream! Now she was even dying to jump off a building!

"Ah!!" With an ashamed scream, she got up subconsciously and wanted to run!

Alexander couldn't let her run away. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her back to him!

But accidentally, his movement made their private parts hit hard together. In a flash, the two people let out a strange dull moan simultaneously.

"You, you let go." She looked as if she were going to cry.

It wasn't because she was wounded that she wanted to cry. It was total embarrassment and shame! Why did this happen? Moreover, her body seemed very strange... it became soft as if all her strength had been exhausted...

"Heather, you made the first move," Alexander said in a husky tone.

"No, it's not like that... You let go." Heather bit her lips shyly. Could she tell him now that she had thought she was dreaming?

But even if she was dreaming, how could she do that to Alexander in her dream?

"Heather, you lit the fire, you must be responsible for putting it out," Alexander said in a deep tone. His feelings had been suppressed for many years.

What Heather did just now was similar to a torch thrown into a gas station. How could he bear it? Now he was about to explode!

"What... I don't know how to..." Heather bit her lip harder and said in a lower voice.

Suddenly, Alexander caught her by the hand, led it to his hard manhood, and stood up high.

"Good girl, I'll teach you," he said seductively.

"I'm scared..."

"Don't be scared, be my good girl."

He took her by the hand to unzip his trousers. The searing heat on her fingers instantly woke her up.

"No!" She was in a panic, wanting to withdraw her hand, but he caught it.

Looking at her panicky look, the flame in his body cooled a little.

He was too impatient.

Although his feelings had been repressed for more than a decade, to Heather, he was just a stranger she had known for a few days, and they hadn't had a deep relationship even though he was her boyfriend.

He loosened his wrist and let go of her.

She looked at him in surprise. Then, noticing her show no sign of getting up, he carried her and put her aside.

"I'll use the bathroom." He got up and went to the bathroom.

A sudden splash of water came out from the bathroom. Heather stared blankly in its direction.

He... actually let her go?

She thought she would not get away today. Why was she a little disappointed in the heart when he gave up?

In fact... if he persisted, she would not resist...

But then again, the little Alexander was really amazingly large…

Heather instantly came to her senses and gave her face a shy pat. Ah!!! What the hell was she thinking about?

Suddenly, she stopped and looked at her hands in embarrassment.

She remembered that her hand had touched his manhood. There was even its warmth and the sense of touch in her hand!

Why did she remember it so clearly?

She almost cried. Suddenly she thought she might as well jump off the balcony! But this was the second floor. Even if she jumped, she wouldn't necessarily have an accident.

While her imagination ran wild, the bathroom door was open.