Chapter 113


    Chapter 113


    As Elliot stared at Anastasia’s long, messy hair that hung from the edge of the pillow, he couldn’t


    help but narrow his eyes a little. He was like a silent, predatory beast that was inching closer toward


    its prey. Meanwhile, the woman-his prey-didn’t realize a thing as he sat down by the edge of the bed


    and watched her sleeping soundly. Her perky red lips made her appear especially seductive.


    When he saw a clump of hair covering her eyes, he instinctively reached over to brush her hair


    aside. However, the moment he touched her face, the girl let out a mumble-she was talking in her


    sleep. All of a sudden, she held onto hisrge palm. “Stop messing around, Jared. Let your mommy


    sleep for a bit,” she muttered.


    Elliot’s eyes widened a little. Does she think I’m her son right now? Soon enough, the woman


    wrapped her hands around Elliot’s arm before rubbing her face against it. It was almost as if she


    were rubbing her face against Jared’s head. Elliot had no choice but to lean closer and y along


    so that she wouldn’t wake up.


    He shifted his body sideways and held his arm out for her to hug him. Then, he proudly allowed her


    to press his arm against her chest area. All sorts of sensations shot through the man’s body as she


    did so. He held himself in this same stiff position while the woman continued to sleep. He had no


    other option but to admire her gorgeous face that was illuminated by the dim lighting. Her smooth


    and fair skin reminded him of a scrumptious-looking dish, and it made him crave for her.


    Anastasia had no idea what she looked like in her sleep, but the man had scanned every inch of her


    face in admiration. Throughout the night, he had even counted the number of eyshes she had on


    each eye. Anastasia clung onto him too tightly, so he couldn’t pull away from her without waking her


    up.


    This time, Elliot was faced with a challenge greater than ever before. It was a test of his restraint. If


    he didn’t have such good self-control, he would’ve let Anastasia get a taste of his skills. “Reach your


    hands out, Anastasia.” He tried to get her to reach her hands out while she was dreaming, but she


    didn’t since she didn’t know that she was hugging him in the first ce. Furthermore, she thought


    she was hugging her precious son!


    In the end, Elliot decided that he didn’t want to suppress his desires anymore. He leaned forward to


    press his lips against her cheek. Right then, she clung to his neck before she nted kisses on the


    man’s cheek. “Be a good boy, Jared…”


    Both of their faces were right in front of each other, and Elliot could feel the woman’s breath as she


    exhaled on his neck. The sensation felt like feathers that seemed to tug on his heartstrings. Elliot


    could feel his blood boiling with desire. He wasn’t that much of a gentleman-he was prepared to


    take action with this woman if she didn’t let go of him soon.


    Anastasia rubbed against his neck again before she shifted to touch his ear with her nose. It


    seemed almost as if she were trying to seduce him.


    Elliot’s prominent Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he tried his best not to let his hormones


    get the better of him. He was close to exploding. Never once had a woman made him so horny this


    woman, on the other hand, managed to do it in her sleep, but he couldn’t sleep with her no matter


    how much he wanted to. All he could focus on was restraining himself while this woman


    continued to do whatever she desired to do.


    In the end, Anastasia seemed to have developed some distaste for the man’s strong hormones.


    She flipped to the other side of the bed for some fresh air, and she finally set the man free. He got


    out of his stiff position and stood up only to realize that he was soaked in sweat. He had showered


    for no reason. I guess I’ll have to take another cold shower.


    After that, he no longer came to his room. Anastasia got the big bed all to herself, and she rolled all


    over the bed. It was nearly 4.00AM by the time she woke up on her own. When she opened her


    eyes, she found herself staring at a decorative chandelier that hung above her. This is definitely not


    my house. Oh gosh!


    Her body shot upright in terror as she cracked her head to recall what had happened. Herst


    memory was of herself getting into Elliot’s car. So… Is this Elliot’s house?


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