The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 1813

The neck was Essa's most sensitive spot. She felt itchy if someone touched her there, let alone that Jazz clung tight to there for so long. She could barely stand it. Her body was squirming timidly.

"Don’t seduce me!"

Essa was angry, "I'm not seducing you! Just sleep! But can you not cling to me so tight?"

"Why? Are you turned on by me?"

Essa was lying with her back to him, her cheeks blushed, and she hissed, "Who is turned on?"

■What the hell! The man is like a sex machine!’

"Since you are so sure of it, let me check you out."

Essa wanted to kill herself, but before she did, she wanted to kill him first!

"Are you lying, babe?" Jazz deliberately drawled.

"Get away from me! If you don't want to sleep in the guest room, go sleep on the couch! I cannot sleep with you clinging to me so tight!"

But Jazz ignored her demand.

Essa's whole face had turned red, so red as if it was about to bleed. "Jazz!"

"You can be louder. I'm fine with it anyway. You can moan as loud as you want to."

The walls weren’t very soundproof. If Essa shouted any louder, her mother could hear her clearly.

Essa could do nothing with the man. She didn't dare to make a sound. She had to grit her teeth tight and suppress the urge to shout at him!

Jazz showed a naughty smile. He leaped on top of her, her arms braced on either side of her body. In no second, he had his clothes off.

"Hey! Stop it, Jazz!"

The man had already turned into a wolf. How could he listen to what she was saying at the moment? His eyes were burning with desire. "You've had enough and now you’re turning your back on me? You're such an ungrateful woman!”

Essa really wanted to lash out at him," Damn! Did I ask for it? You forced me to! And who told you I had enough?"

"Not enough? You're not satisfied with my labor? It's okay. I'll try my best to satisfy you!"

Essa,

She didn't expect Jazz to act immediately after what he had just said. In a second, he stripped her clean.

Early the next morning, they did it again, but it wasn't as fierce as the previous times. When Essa got up, she walked a little oddly.

Winston asked curiously, "Essa, what's wrong with your leg? Does it hurt? Why do you walk like a duck?"

At first, no one paid attention to her legs. After Winston asked the question, all eyes turned to Essa. At once, Essa felt embarrassed.

Jazz looked nonchalant. He went on with what he was doing, sitting at the table, eating his breakfast. He was not the least bit embarrassed.

Essa wanted to be as nonchalant as he was. But she felt her mother's eyes glancing at her from time to time. There was a smile at the corners of her mother's mouth, a meaningful one.

Under such a gaze, Essa lost her composure. The key point was that she was not as shameless as that man!