Can't Resist the Billionaire novel Chapter 63

After saying this, Vincent rubbed my face and finally put his fingers on my lips. "Again, do not let him touch you, even here, okay?"

I pursed my lips and was about to argue, but then I changed my mind. It was well enough that he allowed me to go. I didn't dare say anything. If I irritated him again, I would definitely be dead.

"Did you hear me?" Vincent, seeing I didn't speak, he thought I wanted to defend himself silently, so he pressed me again.

"Got it..." I answered in a low voice.

Perhaps Vincent wasn't satisfied with my answer. He snorted and threatened, "Don't play tricks with me. I'll check anytime!"

At that time, I didn't care about what he meant by checking at any time, so I nodded like pecking rice. "Well, I know!"

It was not until the next day that I finally realise that his so-called "check" meant that he would f*ck me anytime and anywhere.

Seeing that I had finally learned how to behave and stopped crying, Vincent finally showed a trace of tenderness on his face. He got up and get me dressed. Then he looked at me and meditated. Finally, he said, "I'll send you home!"

"No, it's not necessary. I'd better take a taxi myself?" I was afraid that he would become a wolf asking for sex again in car, so I refused him decisively.

Vincent's face turned cold, and he said, "It's twelve o'clock. You still want to go back by yourself?"

"Well, okay!" Anyway, he said that he would let me go, so I was not afraid of him to do it again.

When Vincent drove me back, we were both silent. We didn't speak much on the way. I turned to look at the scenery outside the window and suddenly felt sad.

What should I do in the future? Do I even have a future? Christopher refused to let go of me, so did Vincent. I would have to wander back and forth between two men and maintain this state of equilibrium. It was like stepping up a high hill, really painful.

After we arrive, I pushed open the door and got out. Just as I was about to leave, he stuck his head out and called to me, "Go to work tomorrow!"

I paused and hesitated for a moment. Then I stammered, without even turning round, "I ... I have already resigned!"

"Who allowed that?" Vincent ordered coldly. "Dare to say that you have resigned again?"

"But I am very frustrated, and I want to take a few days off..." Well, since I couldn't resigned, it was okay for me to at least rest for a few days, wasn't it?

However ...

"If you want to rest. Go to my office tomorrow and rest!" After saying this, without giving me a chance to resist, Vincent turned around and drove away.