Bossy President You Are So Bad
Chapter 2 You Asked for It
They completed the marriage registration and left the Marriage Bureau, but Becca Garcia kept disturbing him on the way.
Kelvin Lewis was sitting on the back seat and looked estranged. Unsatisfied with his indifference, Becca chirped on with her finger pricking on his shoulder, “You look really handsome. There must be lots of patrons coming for you.”
She smiled with her crescent-like eyes and ruddy cheeks due to alcohol, making her even prettier.
“What do you think?” Kelvin answered with another question.
“Well,” She seemed to feel sorry for him and pattered his thigh, “Dude, it’s your job, but offering such services too many times will definitely harm your body. You are still young and … Hic…”
She didn’t finish her words but gave a hiccup, and then she continued, “That’s fine. You are under my protection from now on. Though I haven’t had sex before … I promise I will be gentle!” She said with pride and patted on her chest.
Kelvin’s face was darkened. But Bill Martin, driving the car, found it difficult to hold his laughter and he tried his best not to let out any sound. Becca was annoyed when she found Kelvin neglecting her kindness. So she turned over and straddled on his legs.
“I am speaking to you…” She stared at him and held his collar, “Be polite! You should be at least professional…”
Being so close to her, Kelvin felt the rising temperature on his skin and glanced at his assistant. Bill got it quickly and pressed a button.
separating the front seat and
his laps, Becca was curious about why his body was not as soft as hers and reached out to
He had been containing the beast within his mind all the time,
doing?” He grabbed her hand that had been touching parts of
course I do.” She replied, “Don’t be shy. I just … just want to
tone and attitude were very serious, but what she did was to put off
almost driven crazy by the temptation. Was she sober? Why did she believe he would do nothing to her here in his
not resist. He kicked on the front seat,
soon!” Bill got nervous and accelerated the car at
on feeling his skin with her hand, “Hope you are good at sex, or I … I will
his hand on the back of her head, swallowing
bit uncomfortable on her wrists, but she was absorbed in his
tonight’s service. How could she allow herself to be controlled? Thus, she got rid of him
crave for her. His Adam's apple bobbed in