My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 198

Chapter 198: Chapter 198: Where’s That Bitch?

Gwen Morgan: "..."

’He made it sound like I’m used to being with men.’

’Growing up, aside from Damien Vaughn, my father, and my brother, when have I ever been this intimate with another man?’

’Damien Vaughn’s attitude hurt me a little, but on second thought, if he said he wasn’t used to being with other people, especially women, does that mean he’s never been with Cecelia Archer either...?’

’Fine, I guess he has some decency. I’ll forgive him.’

"Then after the hot springs, how about we go get foot massages? I heard they’re great for relaxing your nerves and help with sleep. Don’t you dare tell me you’re not used to doing that with people either."

Damien Vaughn disliked being touched. He had never had a massage, let alone a foot massage, and had no intention of going.

However, to shut Gwen Morgan up, he nodded anyway.

"Give me back my phone. I’ll call you when I’m done with the hot spring."

Gwen Morgan happily returned the phone to him. Damien Vaughn went back to his room and called Ryan while changing into a bathrobe.

"Get to The Briarwood Hot Springs Hotel right now."

Cecelia Archer was led to the massage area. After changing, President Mason had her go into a room for three people.

He took the middle bed, with Cecelia and President Lewis on either side. The three technicians who came in were all men in their forties or older. Everything seemed normal.

The three of them reclined on their beds as a staff member brought in tea. President Mason solicitously asked them to give the pot of rose tea to Cecelia.

"I ordered this especially for you. It’s made with roses flown in from Damascus—incredibly fresh. It’s wonderful for your skin. Have a taste."

"I always keep my promises. Just relax and enjoy the evening. Now that you’ve met me, your future is only going to get brighter."

Although she knew he had ulterior motives and that accepting his favor would lead to trouble later, time was of the essence. To save Shane Grant’s company, Cecelia couldn’t afford to be picky.

"Thank you, President Mason."

The technician’s technique was very skilled. The massage was comfortable and incredibly relaxing.

Whether it was from her sleepless night or the sheer comfort of the massage, Cecelia drifted off into a daze midway through.

She could feel the pressure on her feet lessening, and the voices of President Mason and President Lewis beside her grew quieter and quieter. Gradually, the room fell silent, leaving only the sound of her own heartbeat.

The last thread of her consciousness was about to snap. Her mind felt like it was shutting down, forcing her into sleep against her will.

Suddenly, a pair of large hands slid gently under the hem of her clothes.

Though her head was heavy and her eyelids felt like lead, Cecelia still struggled to wake up.

She opened her eyes to see a lecherous grin plastered across President Lewis’s old face.

"President... President Lewis?"

For some reason, she couldn’t summon the strength to speak properly.

Seeing her dazed eyes, her flushed cheeks, her fair skin, and the way she lay there, boneless and pliant, President Lewis could hardly contain his delight.

"Ah, you’re awake? So sensitive? You woke up the moment I touched you. Youth is something else. If you’re this sensitive through your clothes, what’s going to happen later? Hehe, you’re so beautiful. It’s just the two of us in the room now, baby. I’ve been watching you all night, and I’m dying for you. Come on, let me have a kiss."

A wave of nausea washed over Cecelia, and she nearly threw up the tea she had just drunk.

’A kiss? Just the two of us? What is this old creep up to?’

"What are you doing?"

She struggled to lift her limp hands and pushed against President Lewis’s face.

President Lewis didn’t seem to think she was resisting at all. Instead, he buried his face in her palms and nuzzled them.

"Just as I imagined. Your hands are so soft, so smooth. Baby, don’t be shy. I know you’ve been wanting me for a long time too. Come on."

"Are you insane?! Get up! Get away from me!"

As he spoke, he tried to lower his greasy face to kiss Cecelia. She desperately bent her knees and jammed them into his stomach.

"You’re awful!"

Cecelia draped her arms around his neck and slowly sat up.

"Why don’t you go get the room first? I’ll grab my clothes and meet you there."

At the mention of getting a room, President Lewis grew a little suspicious.

"You better not be tricking me. Don’t go sneaking off while I’m gone."

"Why would I?"

Cecelia proactively took out her phone and held up her QR code for him to scan.

"I’m still counting on you for that contract. You’re the one who better not trick me."

Delighted, President Lewis added her on WeChat and left the massage room to get a hotel room.

Watching him walk away, Cecelia clutched her pounding heart and scrambled back to the women’s changing room.

A few minutes later, Cecelia still hadn’t accepted his friend request. Annoyed, President Lewis came looking for her, room key in hand.

He didn’t expect that upon entering, he wouldn’t see Cecelia, but a tall, imposing man instead.

"Who are you? Who let you in? Where’s the woman who was in here?"

Damien Vaughn glanced up at the fleshy, greasy man in the massage clothes, having no desire to speak with him.

But...

"I’m looking for her too. Wasn’t she just with you?"

President Lewis processed Damien Vaughn’s words for a moment, then couldn’t stop himself from cursing out loud.

"Fuck! That goddamn bitch! She looks so innocent and prim, but she’s hooking up with this many guys in one night! What company are you with? Don’t tell me President Mason sent for you too?"