Patricia’s eyes widened slightly. If Isaac kept pressing like that, then her hands would be resting against his…
She almost screamed and tried to retract her hand, but the man refused to let go. No! No! This is bad! She used all her might to move her hand away, but she couldn’t match him in power.
Biting her lip, Patricia felt her eyes watering while her face was red beyond belief, as if she was down with a fever. With her sudden movements coupled with his, the force caused a change in that spot.
Patricia could feel the shape clearly, indirectly triggering her panic button. What should I do? This can’t be!
Her long eyelashes quivered, and she looked as if she were about to cry. This was her first time tending to someone who was drunk, and it was too terrifying. She didn’t mean to touch him; it was an accident.
Isaac’s breathing quickened a little. If she continued like this, he might just lose control. So, he let go of her hand and whispered, “Take off…”
Patricia’s hand was free now. She took a few deep breaths.
She felt exhausted, even more tired than she would be if she ran 5 miles. Her entire body was drenched in sweat, but it was winter and only about 50 degrees indoors.
Hot sweat kept pouring forth, and she was in immense torture.
Patricia nudged Isaac, calling him, “President Arnold? Isaac? Arnold the Terrible?”
There was absolutely no response from him, so she went ahead and loosened his belt. When she pulled down the zipper, she bit her lip hard.
She was all awkward, embarrassing, and also nervous. When she finally removed the expensive pants, she almost fainted from exhaustion. She took a few steps backward and leaned against the wardrobe, panting heavily.
As for the man who was set free, he felt his entire body relaxing, so he lay there comfortably. He suddenly propped himself up and looked at her. Patricia was so startled that she tossed his pants to the side. “A-Are you awake?”
Isaac looked at the woman’s messy hair and blushing face. She was biting her lip too, and she looked as if certain events had just transpired.
She was extremely seductive, but she herself didn’t know that, so he narrowed his eyes. “It’s uncomfortable!”
As Isaac spouted those two words indifferently, Patricia let out a huge sigh. Phew! And here I thought he was sober.
Fortunately, he hadn’t watched her taking off his clothes, or he would tease her about it. She would never admit to this while she was alive, and she would tell him tomorrow that Josephine had taken it off for him. She absolutely wouldn’t say that it was she herself.
Patricia hastily ran over to him. “Isaac, you’re feeling uncomfortable, right? I’ll give your body a quick wipe, and you should just go to sleep. You’ll feel better when you wake up.”
She talked as if she were coaxing a child, and her tone was gentle as well.
As Isaac listened, he enjoyed it very much and nodded obediently. “G-Go ahead.”
Patricia went into the bathroom, then reemerged with a pail of water. After that, she wiped his face with a warm towel, moving onto his neck, then proceeding downward.
After wiping his body, she covered him with a blanket.
Then, she went into the bathroom and came back out after some time. She sat by the bed and watched the man in his sleep. She reached out and put a finger to his nose.
He’s breathing. Thank God he’s alive. She kept repeating this action throughout the night until she fell asleep out of fatigue.
After she fell asleep, Isaac opened his eyes and looked at the woman who was seated by the bed in slumber. Under her long eyelashes, her small face was clean and sweet. She looked even cuter when she was asleep.
He carried her onto the bed, then tucked her in. With a petite woman in his arms, he couldn’t keep his cool. So, he lowered his head and planted a few kisses on her cheek.
The more he kissed her, the more he desired more kisses, as if no amount of kisses would suffice. Guess a bit won’t hurt.
In the end, he moved his lips onto hers, and after that was history.
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