Chapter 113: Chapter 113
I wrapped my hands around Wyatt's neck before placing a sweet kiss on his right cheek. “Where do you plan? Is it a surprise? Are you still hiding things from me?” I whispered in his ears accusingly and repeatedly poked his chest.
After we left the ward some hours ago, Wyatt took me out on a date, and it was literally one of my best.
Wyatt meticulously planned the date so much that it left me eager for the next.
We went to a cinema where we watched one of the latest and most famous rom-com movies, a three-star Michelin restaurant to eat signature meals, desserts, appetizers, etc., and an amusement park to have so much fun. And they left me wondering what Wyatt planned next.
Wyatt bit my chin lightly and stared at his watch before staring at me with a deadpan gaze. “It's 8:26 p.m.; time to sleep,” he asserted.
Still hiding for what? I huffed and left his lap, but he placed me back on his lap immediately.
I scoffed at him and jabbed his chest with my finger fiercely. “You're messing around. I don't believe you.” I retorted.
After our first date, Wyatt told me we'd return home, but it turns out he was messing around. It was the same the second and third times. Does he believe that I'll fall for his trick again?
Never!!!
I glared at him in grievance and scoffed at him before looking away. Who wanted to know what he was planning? Clearly, not me. I'm definitely not interested in his surprises!
Wyatt chuckled and rolled the car windows down.
My eyes widened upon discovering that we were approaching the mansion. I gasped, feeling betrayed.
I huffed and poked Wyatt’s chest angrily. How could he trick me? When I believed I was right, it turned out I was wrong. I don't want to play with him anymore. So scheming!
Immediately, I got off his lap, and upon seeing him stretch his hands to carry me, I glared at him and swatted his hands away coldly.
Wyatt ruffled my hair in amusement and didn't bother to carry the sulking me anymore.
Huff! Men aren't to be trusted! Never trust men. Especially a scheming man like Wyatt
I huffed and kept looking at the other side until the car came to a stop in the mansion’s park.
“Boss, we are here.” The driver announced immediately.
I stretched my hand towards the door to open it.
Alas! I found it locked.
I turned towards Wyatt and folded my arms accusingly. Even though I didn't speak a word, my gaze was telling him to open the door.
“Leave.” Wyatt’s eyes suddenly turned dark, and he coldly ordered the driver.
The driver shivered immediately. “Yes. Yes, boss.” He fearfully stuttered and quickly alighted the car, leaving both of us in the car.
Wyatt suddenly tapped his seat in a Morse code-like manner, and before I knew it, the car windows were rolled up.
I drew my lips into a line and glared at Wyatt. “What are you doing…”
Before I could complete my sentence, Wyatt's long, slim, exquisite fingers made their way to his button.
Wyatt's lips curved up mischievously, and he elegantly began to unbutton his white shirt one after the other, creating an enticing scene.
Immediately, my eyes flashed, and my heart began to thrum against my chest. My fold tightened, understanding how tonight would end. No wonder he said it was time to go to sleep. I silently lit up a candle for myself.
I shivered immediately and anxiously reached out towards the car door to make it open, but no matter how I pulled or pushed, the door wouldn't budge, making me panic.
Soon, Wyatt's shirt was fully unbuttoned, and without saying a word, Wyatt neatly discarded his shirt at the co-driver’s seat.
I eyed Wyatt's tall frame and how comfortable he was in the car despite his frame, and I couldn't help thinking that this person must have planned everything out when he was making this car. What a man!
I clasped my hands together and shifted backward while trembling. “Wyatt…”
Wyatt's eyes darkened, and he sneered wickedly. Without hesitation, he pressed me down onto the chair, making me gasp. He grabbed my chin and placed a deep kiss on my lips.
He stroked my cheeks with his right hand and began to run his left hand through my body.
My hands flew to hold his right hand, tearfully. “Hub…”
“Having so much courage a few hours ago, where is it?” Wyatt asked in a husky tone, his black eyes turning blacker and deeper with no ripples.
My eyes flew wide open in shock. So it was due to that provocation from earlier. If I had known, I'd never retorted and patiently agreed with him.
However, at that moment, I knew that if we made love, Wyatt would let me know all I wanted, but…
Seeing Wyatt's heated gaze, I knew if I was tossed around by him, I'd be getting no gain. Rather, I'll be waking up with a limp due to Wyatt's insatiable stamina.
My eyes turned teary, and I blinked at Wyatt innocently. “Wya… Hubby, just take it as me talking nonsense; don't stoop to my level…”
“My wife doesn't talk nonsense,” Wyatt interjected with a smirk, and the next thing I heard was the ripping of my poor top.
My lips twitched, and I almost facepalmed myself. This is it. I'm dead tonight. This lustful man definitely had no intention of letting me go. Definitely, what I caused by being brazen earlier.
Upon recalling our current situation, I grabbed Wyatt's hand tearfully. “Wyatt, we are in the car. There'll be cramps. I…” My face reddened with every stroke of Wyatt.
The person purposely kept stroking my sensitive area, almost driving me crazy. My face and neck began to turn hot, and I began to squirm under him due to the intense pleasure that began to overwhelm me.
Wyatt immediately sat up, and in the next second, he placed me on his lap. “The car is made for f**ing convenience. I'll let you ride as a reward. No cramps.” He articulated one after the other in a calm tone, but I only felt a shiver coursing through me due to the huskiness of his voice.
Ride? My eyes constricted, and I trembled immediately. Riding Wyatt? Wuu. Wuu. I don't want to. Wyatt is very lustful; that's always giving him more opportunities to bully me. I smacked my lips together. “Hubby, I…”
“Officially, our one-year stand begins.” Wyatt interrupted and kissed me fiercely, swallowing all my rejections.
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