Estrezily said, “After thatst case closed, he took me out for dinner. Had his secretary by his side,
so it wasn’t exactly a private affair.”
Jason’s hands pressed firmly along her spine, don’t care if his secretary was there or not. Just keep
your distance from him.”
As he spoke, Jason deliberately intensified his pressure.
“Ouch, take it easy, Jason,” Estre protested, squirming under his touch. “I’ll keep my distance, sure,
but it depends on how well you treat me tonight. If you make tonight worthwhile, I’m all yours from now
on; but if not, I can’t promise my heart won’t wander.”
Thwack! As soon as Estre finished her sentence, another resounding pnded on her
backside.
“Go easy,” she reminded him. Without looking, she knew there would be the imprint of his fingers.
After their brief exchange, silence fell again. Jason’s hands moved lower, to the small of her back,
prompting Estre to remind him with closed eyes, “Lower, a bit lower.”
Jason nced up at her and continued his descent.
“A bit lower,” she insisted again.
Jason increased the pressure of his hands and looked at her face, suspecting that Estre was doing it
on purpose. After kneading her for a moment, his fingers trailed along the edge of her panties.
The next second, Estre tensed up, and Jason, observing her reaction, leaned in close to her ear,
“Should I go lower? Do you want me to enter?”
She had only meant to tease him a little, knowing that Jason tended to get all bashful whenever she got
shameless. She hadn’t expected him to turn the tables on her this time. Estre opened her eyes,
feigningposure as if nothing had happened, but Jason. added, “Estre, your face is as red as a
beetroot.”
With that, his hand moved decisively.
Estre caught her breath, grabbing his hand, “Jason, you damn…”
He didn’t pull away, a smirk ying on his lips, “I’m just getting started with the forey.”
She had thought he was clueless, but he turned out to be quite the expert. As Estre pondered how to
regain the upper hand, Jason cut to the chase with a kiss.
Half an hourter, Jason casually wiped his fingers with a tissue from the nightstand and tossed it aside
before shrugging off his pajama top, “You should be satisfied with the forey.” He then recalled,
“Wasn’t it you who said if I came home early we could
go
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On the bed, Estrey in disarray, her underwear still on but looking thoroughly ravished.
Jason was such a jerk.
Estre had resisted, but it was only when Jason got serious that she realized the stark disparity in
strength between men and women-something she had underestimated before. Turned out he was just
ying with her before.
Jason flung his pajama top to the floor, and Estre quickly wrapped herself tightly in the thin quilt, “I’m
spent for today. Let’s continue tomorrow.”
Jason’s expression darkened, “So you’re done after your fun?” He leaned down, pinching
her chin.
Estre held the quilt tight, “I said tomorrow, and it will be tomorrow.”
The forey had left Estre a bit intimidated, and she could tell Jason was
still irritated about her meal with Korey. He was definitely messing with her. So, of course, she gave in,
tired as she was.
Jason chuckled in disbelief, still holding her chin, “Estre, are you ying me?”
Holding onto the quilt, she imed, “I think your nail might have scratched me. Let me rest
a bit.”
At the mention of a scratch, Jason’s concern red, tugging at the quilt, “Let it go, and let
me see.”
Instead of loosening her grip, Estre wrapped herself even tighter, “No need to look. I know my own
body. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, with interest.”
Jason stood bare-chested, staring at Estre for a moment before kicking her lightly, “Dammit, Estre,
you’re ying me for the forey, aren’t you?”
Estre, still cocooned in the quilt, couldn’t bother to open her eyes. Seriously? ying him for the
forey?
Their recent argument, along with the increased frequency of their fights, seemed to have shaken her
resolve. Was she still sure she wanted children? And who knew what tomorrow would bring? Perhaps
he’d wake up to find several contraceptive pills handed. to him.
“Estre!” Jason’s voice resounded above her.
Estre took a deep breath, ying asleep convincingly.
Jason huffed, irritation shing across his face. He bent down to pick up the discarded robe, slipping it
back over his head as he spat, Estre, don’t try this trick again. Also, don’t ever mention wanting kids
again.”
11:30
Estre remained motionless, eyes still closed. When she felt like having children, she would bring it up
again.
And besides, he still had his hands. That time in the old house, he had ingested a dose of aphrodisiacs
and had relieved himself in the bathroom without even touching her. This time, he could do the same!
She usually didn’t hold grudges, but when she did, she was sure to seek revenge.
The next morning, Estre woke up to find Jason had already left, as usual. Heading downstairs for
breakfast, Marie whispered, “Ms. Estre, did you and Mr. Jason fight. against night? He seemed
quite upset when he left this morning, and didn’t even touch his breakfast.”
Estre replied with airy nonchnce, “I just swindled him a bit.”
The ways of the young were beyond Marie’s understanding.
Jason’s forey had ensured Estre slept soundly throughout the night, not even a dream to disturb
her rest. It made her see him in a new light.
She had expected him to be a bore, to charge ahead in bed without a thought for her pleasure, but he
was surprisingly skillful, far exceeding her expectations. But whether he would live up to the test when
it came to the real deal remained to be seen.
Upon seeing Estre’s radiant expression, Marie said, “Ms. Estre, you seem in quite a good mood
today.”
Estre responded with a simple, “Not bad.”
Not long after Estre had finished her breakfast and arrived at thew firm, the director buzzed with
excitement as he called out to her, “Estre, we’ve got a few new cases at the firm, and the clients
mentioned they’d prefer you to be theirwyer. Come and discuss the details when you’re ready.”
“Sure thing,” Estre replied, already suspecting that Korey had something to do with this.
She’d just set her bag down on her desk and was about to head to the director’s office when another
colleague suddenly stood up from taking a call and said, “Estre, we got a ring from Nelson
International. They need you to swing by ASAP for some legal matters.”
Talk about timing.
The director, overhearing the conversation, reluctantly said, “Estre, you’d better head over to Nelson
International first, then. We can chat about these new cases once you’re
back.”
Estre picked up her bag again, “Alright, I’ll check out the situation at Nelson International first.”
11:30
As she stepped out of the building, she saw Jason’s sleek ck Maybach parked right below thew
firm.
Drew, seeing Estre descend the stairs, hurriedly got out and opened the car door, greeting her with a
“Ms. Estre.”
Drew was waiting right there, and Estre didn’t need to ask to know what Jason was up to. Jason was
well aware that the firm had taken on new cases and he was trying to keep her from getting entangled
with Korey.
“Seems like there are eyes
Once the car was rolling, Estre let out a soft chuckle, everywhere, and the news travels fast.” She
hadn’t even had a chance to look into the cases before Jason had someone waiting for her downstairs.
Drew offered a sheepish smile, “Ms. Estre, I’m not quite sure what you mean.”
Estre shot back, “Keep ying dumb.”
Drew maintained his goofy smile, seemingly unfazed.
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It wasn’t until Estre dropped the subject that Drew finally spoke up, “Ms. Estre, actually, regarding
the Digital Springs project, the government offcials have approached Nelson International.”
At the mention of this, Estre turned to face him, her interest clearly piqued by the topic.