Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson)
Chapter 321: How Did I Take Advantage of You?

Sharon took the wine glass handed by Jameson and took a sip.

The wine was sweet.

It tasted good.

She recalled the time when Sampson got her drunk.

Sharon put down her wine glass and looked sideways at Jameson.

"Mr.Proctor."

Jameson replied in a whisper, "What?"

Sharon asked, "Who sent me home when you got me drunk in Twilight Club at that time, Tiffany or you?"

Jameson didn't expect her to mention this.

He curled up his thin lips and asked, "What do you think?"

Sharon sneered, "Sure enough, you didn't have any good intentions by getting me drunk.' That was the first time that she got drunk like that.

The next day, when she woke up, she forgot everything.

"No wonder the jerk got me drunk"

Thinking of this, Sharon couldn't help but ask, "What did you do to me while I was drunk?"

Sharon was very sure that Jameson must have done something to her that night.

He had put in a lot of effort and put on such a big show, so how could he just get her drunk without doing anything else? He must have done something else! Jameson raised his eyebrows. "If I did something to you, why didn't you feel anything at all?"

Sharon was also puzzled about this.

What Jameson had said was reasonable.

But she still held the belief that Jameson had done something to her.

When Sharon drank up the whole bottle of wine, she felt a little dizzy.

She leaned against Jameson's shoulder and looked at the sea in the distance, feeling incredibly relaxed.

Many things had happened in the past few months, and every single one of them almost made her lose hope in life.

Sometimes she didn't even know if her choice was right or not.

Before the divorce, she had never thought that one day, she would sit quietly and watch the sea with Jameson like this. Life was so strange.

One had to experience and lose something before figuring out what he really wanted.

Jameson asked in a low voice, "Are you drunk?"

Sharon shook her head.

"No."

Jameson tilted his head to look at her, only to see that her eyes had slid out of focus.

"Sharon?"

"Yes..."

Jameson did not say anything else.

He just looked ahead aimlessly in the breeze, lost in thought.

However, Sharon was very curious of what Jameson wanted to say.

After waiting for a long time, she didn't hear him.

She poked his waist discontentedly.

Jameson held her hand, his eyes dark.

Then he asked in a husky voice, "What are you doing?"

"You called me. Didn't you have something to tell me? Why didn't you say it?"

"I just want to call you."

"I don't believe it," said Sharon.

Jameson showed a smile.

"It's true."

Sharon puffed up her cheeks.

Her lips were red, and she gazed at him with dewy eyes, as if she was silently complaining.

Jameson also looked at her, his eyes darkening bit by bit.

Then, he reached out to grab her jaw, lowered his head and kissed her.

The drunk Sharon was much more enthusiastic than usual.

After making a low sound, she wrapped Jameson's neck with her arms and kissed him back.

Jameson grabbed the back of her head with one hand and hugged her waist with the other, placing her on a cushion and gradually deepening the kiss.

After a long time, Sharon suddenly pushed Jameson away.

Jameson asked in a husky voice, "What's wrong, baby?"

"You haven't told me yet." Sharon gasped.

Jameson didn't expect that after she got drunk, she would be stubborner than usual.

He put his palm on the back of her neck and gently stroked the skin behind her ear with his slender fingers.

Sharon felt a little itchy, but she didn't say anything.

Jameson seemed to be considering whether to tell her or not.

Sharon held her breath and waited quietly.

Her eyes were filled with anticipation and curiosity.

She seemed to be eager to some unknown secret from him.

Judging from the previous experience, Jameson reckoned that Sharon would forget everything that happened now after she woke up.

After a while, Jameson said, "Actually, that child is not..."

Suddenly, a ferry sailed past in the distance, and the sound of the whistle covered Jameson's voice.

After the ferry stopped whistling, Sharon frowned and looked at Jameson, her expression filled with suspicion.

Then, she forcefully pushed him away and sat up.

The whistle seemed to get Sharon sober up a little.

"I remember."

Jameson looked at her in confusion.

Sharon continued, "Did you take advantage of me when I was drunk that night?"

Jameson laughed and denied, "No."

"No?"

In that instant, some images faintly appeared in her mind. They were also like this. He hugged and kissed her, gnawing on her lips. How could the jerk refuse to admit it? Jameson asked, "How did I take advantage of you?"

"You..." Sharon felt too shy to describe it, and her ears turned red.

It was really embarrassing to describe that scene! If she remembered correctly, she seemed to be sitting on his lap at that time. Before Sharon could continue, Jameson reached out and carried her over, putting her on his lap.

Then, he clasped her head and kissed her lips.

"Is that so?"

Yes...just like this.

Finally, Sharon knew what had happened that night.

Before Sharon could protest, Jameson had kissed her again.

In the end, Sharon didn't even how she came back to the car.

Even though this place was surrounded by the sea, and no one would hang out in the midnight, Sharon was still extremely nervous.

She felt Jameson was crazy, or how could he take a condom with him now? The space in the car was small, but Jameson ignored it.

He went into her body, bit her ear gently and said, "Baby, relax."

Sharon sank her head in his chest and gasped.

"Shut up!"

"Yes?"

Jameson's husky voice gave her an ear orgasm.

It was raining outside.

The drops beat on the roof of the car.

And fog gradually rose from the windows.

In the end, Sharon was exhausted and fell asleep in Jameson's arms.

Not long after, she felt a cold breeze blowing in, and faintly smelled the tobacco.

Sharon struggled to open her eyes, and beside her was Jameson, whose desire was finally met.

Feeling that Sharon woke up in his arms, Jameson looked at her.

At the same time, he waved the smoke in front of him and asked softly, "I woke you up?"

Sharon was so sleepy that she closed her eyes again.

She just barely uttered a sound, "You're so energetic."

Jameson chuckled and crushed the cigarette butt.

After the smoke dissipated from the car, he rolled up the window and said, "Sleep."

Although the rain outside was noisy, Sharon was So sleepy that she soon fell asleep again.

Jameson kissed her between the eyebrows and hugged her tightly.

Although Sharon would forget what happened when she got drunk, she might remember it after some time.

If he had told her about the child just now, she might remember it some day.

It was like planting a time bomb in her body, which would explode at any time. Thinking of this, Jameson didn't intend to tell her now.