Sixty Shades Darkest novel Chapter 5

"Jamie Shen!" Marilyn Ye cried angrily. "You can't do that. Stop it! You can't do that! Cheng Lu and I have nothing. He's just my classmate. You can't do that!"

Jamie finished the mobile phone recording, pulling away from her body, sneering and gently patting her face, "You'd better avoid this in the future, the next time I see you contacting this man, the matter will not be so simple!"

Then he jerked away and turned to go to the bathroom.

Marilyn saw him getting into the bathroom, hurriedly found the phone, wanted to undo the video.

She clicked on WeChat but found that Jamie did not send any climaxing video to Cheng, she and Cheng's chats remained at "Good night".

It turned out that he had just been bluffing her.

Marilyn quickly turned off the cell phone and hid it under her pillow. Then she lay quietly on the bed.

Jamie came out of the shower. She took her hairdryer to dry his hair. Jamie's anger seemed to be washed away by the shower. Until he left, he did not say a word to Marilyn.

He did not take the money from the table either.

Marilyn put away the money, but she was unable to sleep, tossing and turning all night.

The next day she got up early to have a quick breakfast and took the bus to work.

It was during the rush hour, and the waiting line for the elevator was up to the door of the building. She waited patiently for the line to move forward when her cell phone rang.

It was Jamie sending a message, only two words: "Beef porridge".

Jamie wanted to have porridge. He must have suffered from stomachache again.

His stomach had always been poor. Because of drinking on an empty stomach for many business occasions, he liked to have porridge when his stomach was not comfortable. However, he was picky, the porridge could not be too plain or too greasy or too vegetarian. Marilyn once made him beef porridge, since then whenever he felt discomfort in his stomach, he would ask her to cook it for him.

Marilyn rapidly edited a message, "OK, I will cook it tonight and bring it to you."

Marilyn was concentrating on editing the message when a female colleague came to pat her on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Marilyn! Are you chatting with your boyfriend?"

This female colleague, named Xiaoran Shi, was on the same team with Marilyn of the engineering department. Her position at present was also an assistant in the engineering department.

Marilyn put away her phone and denied quickly, "No, I'm not."

"No?" Xiaoran laughed meaningfully, "Is there no boyfriend? Aren't you chatting with your boyfriend? I saw his headshot title, aha!"

Marilyn's head immediately got twice ....big, "Er..."

Xiaoran said with a serious face: "Alas, who is called 'Pig'? Of course, it's one of your favorite people! Boyfriend!"

Marilyn clearly knew that the power belonged to him, scared to look around, fortunately, no one looked this way, Jamie saw her standing firm, soon let go of the hand.

Jamie took back his hand and pulled his tie. She was standing in front of him, very short, with her head down. Her hair was tied into a meatball for some reason. He looked at it, reached out, and touched the head of her meatball hair carelessly. Marilyn looked back at him and quickly turned her head to the front.

Jamie again raised his hand with playfulness to touch the hairball at the back of her head, this time he was absolutely intentional, like a mischievous teenager, the strength of his hand was very large, almost caused the neat hairball to break up.

She pressed her hands tightly to the back of her hair.

Therefore, Jamie could not touch the hairball any more.

His drooping eyes and all attention then moved to the pink-white patch of skin at the back of her neck, and he looked down as if he could smell the scent of her, the smell of her hair, the smell of the crowded elevator that didn't seem so bad to him, as if it smelled fragrance all around him.

Everyone stepped out of the elevator one after another, his hand secretly clasped her hand in the invisible line of sight.

When all of the employees were gone and only the two of them were left, Marilyn moved his palm and wanted to lift her foot out of the elevator.

Jamie clasped her shoulder with one hand, pulled her back, and pressed her against the cold wall in the elevator. His hand slid down her delicate neck, along her shirt, slipping her curve, until it fell to the hem of her skirt.

As the tips of his fingers went in, Marilyn pushed his hand away. "Don't do this, someone..."