Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 199

Jonathan was forced to stop, though he didn’t get off her.

He seemed to be savoring the intimate moment. He glanced at the screen, hesitating.

The phone rang until it went to voicemail, then immediately started ringing again.

Stephanie’s eyes were hazy, her lips slightly parted. Her voice came out raspy. “You should get it. What if it’s an emergency?”

She had noticed the caller ID; it looked like someone from the Vasquez family.

When the phone rang for a third time, Jonathan finally sat up and answered it.

He seemed to be discussing something he didn't want her to overhear, because he took the phone and walked out onto the balcony.

His voice was cold. “Not tonight. I’m in bed with my wife. We’ll talk next time.”

Stephanie was speechless.

Was that how he talked to York?

She couldn’t hear what the person on the other end was saying, but it didn't sound pleasant. It was a barrage of words, and even from a distance, Stephanie could tell he was being yelled at.

A moment later, Jonathan hung up and walked back into the room. “Do you need me to carry you to the shower?”

Her clothes were in disarray, and her skin was dotted with dark red love bites.

Stephanie quickly shook her head. “Are we done?”

Jonathan’s eyes darkened, and he advanced toward her. “Are you implying you’re not satisfied and want to continue?”

Stephanie’s face flushed a deep red. She instinctively backed away, pulling a pillow over her body. “Jonathan, stop messing around. I’m ticklish…”

Jonathan pressed her down onto the bed, his body covering hers. He cupped her face and planted a firm kiss on her forehead.

“I have to go to the family estate. You go to sleep. Don’t wait up for me.”

Stephanie blinked, nodding obediently.

“I’ll have Steven drive you to work in the morning,” he added.

The events of the past two days had caused quite a stir, and Yves knew he was feeling down.

Draping an arm around Quennel’s shoulder, Yves tried to console him. “You know, your problem is you have too strong a moral compass. If you were more like me, you wouldn’t have so many worries.”

Quennel didn't respond, just took a long, silent drink.

Thinking back on it calmly, he knew Jonathan had provoked him tonight and that he had completely lost his composure.

Now that Jonathan had something on him, he would have even more reason to keep Stephanie from returning to the Gonzalez home.

Yves waved over the bar manager.

The manager left and returned a moment later with a group of scantily clad women.

Yves continued, “Quennel, between a man and a woman, it’s all the same thing. Turn off the lights, hold someone close, and it doesn’t matter who it is… I’m an expert on this.

Quennel had had enough to drink. He put a cigarette between his lips and leaned back against the seat.

Yves immediately lit it for him. “A good girl like Stephanie is probably not very wild in bed. Pick one from this group to spend the night with, and I guarantee you’ll have forgotten all about her by morning.”