Clarissa looked at Matthew smugly and felt like a queen when she straddled the proud man beneath her.
However, the complacent feeling was only temporary as she immediately felt awkward about the position.
Her fierce expression was quickly stained with guilt and embarrassment while her fingers were still lying on his chest.
She was startled when her eyes met his intense gaze. Then, she quickly tried to climb down from him to keep her cool, but it was too late.
Matthew had firmly pressed her slender waist against him, and his hug around her tightened on purpose.
She felt that she was sitting in an awkward spot, and her expression turned sour upon realizing that.
“Let me go! I won’t make a fuss about it.”
“So what if you do, Clare?”
“You—just let go of me! Go to sleep. Just—calm down, alright?”
“You’re the one who aroused me.”
Now that’s a false accusation.
When she was about to have a fit, she could only give up as she was defenseless.
“All right, it was my fault. I’m sorry, okay? Let me down…I’m exhausted. I still need to work tomorrow morning…”
Matthew was utterly unfazed by her various excuses, regardless.
He simply wanted to tease her, although knowing that he couldn’t get the release he wanted.
So the man looked at her with his obsidian eyes, pulled her against his chest and hugged her forcefully.
She felt uneasy lying down like this. How can I possibly sleep by lying on a man but not a bed?
She looked up at him. “This is really uncomfortable.”
“Hmm. Kiss me and you’ll feel better.”
“…”
Why does this sound explicit?
However, because of Matthew’s relentless dominance, Clarissa could only give in, so she looked up and kissed him.
“Happy now?”
Matthew didn’t expect her to satisfy him, so he drew near and kissed her deeply to show her how to do it properly.
…
Since Clarissa’s apartment was near the subway station, she refused to go with Matthew to the company as it was faster than going by car.
When she reached the company, she received a text from Ryler: I’m returning to the film studio. Take care.
Clarissa only sent him a smiley face.
Since they had been friends for many years, they knew each other very well, and staying friends was the best for them.
Soon, Clarissa’s work was piling up, and she didn’t have time to think about Ryler anymore.
While taking a break at noon, she was listening to Mrs. Wallace gossip.
“Mrs. Zeller from upstairs said that Mr. Tyson might have a girlfriend now, but they might not be official yet.”
“Oh?” Clarissa’s heart sank as this piece of news was referring to her, and she couldn’t help wondering to herself: Was I seen when I went to his office?
“Yeah, I think he’s getting married.”
“Why are you so sure about this, Mrs. Wallace?”
The woman put on a mysterious look.
“Clarissa, I told you before about suspecting Mr. Tyson being gay, and the woman might just be a cover to hide his identity. Her appearance had undoubtedly stirred things up, and he would marry any woman just to hide it.” Having said that, she even shook her head. “That poor woman, she has been deceived.”
Clarissa tried to suppress her laughter and pretended to be pondering about it.
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