Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 1186

Chapter 1186 Substitute

Just as Joyce was about to move away, Stanley suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Joyce froze.

The next second, Stanley pulled her over, and she fell right into his arms, knocking into his firm chest.

That hurt her a little, but before she could even complain, a shadow hovered over her and a kiss landed on her lips.

Joyce was completely stunned. She felt as though a bomb had exploded in her head, and her entire body stiffened. Stanley is kissing me... The man I love is actually kissing me!

Coming back to her senses, she looked up at Stanley and saw that the man still had his eyes closed and was never awake.

He probably doesn't know what he's doing now.

Joyce thought about how Stanley had got drunk because he had to watch Natalie marry Shane. That means he wasn't trying to kiss me. In his mind, he was kissing Nat. He is dreaming about her and mistook me for Nat!

Joyce felt terrible after she had made sense of everything. Her eyes turned watery once more, and her chest tightened. She pushed Stanley away, not wanting to stay close to him. After all, it didn't feel nice to be treated as a substitute. However, just as she moved away, Stanley came after her again.

This time, he was much stronger than before as he locked her in his arms. She couldn't budge at all.

Stanley pinched Joyce's chin and planted another kiss on her lips.

The second kiss was more aggressive than the first one.

"Mmm..." Her lips and tongue hurt and she even had trouble breathing at that moment.

She kept slapping his chest with her hands to get him to let her go, but he simply freed out one hand to confine both her hands. That further restricted her movement and made it impossible for her to move her hands.

Joyce was completely stuck, and she couldn't move at all as Stanley continued to kiss her.

As time passed, Joyce slowly got accustomed to Stanley's strength, and her body softened.

Stanley seemed to have sensed that as well, as his kiss became less aggressive and more gentle.

The temperature in the car instantly rose and all that could be heard within was the hushed breathing between two adults as well as the moans that could get anyone to think dirty.

When she felt Stanley reaching under her clothes, she jumped and instantly regained her composure.

She tried to stop him, but clearly, the man didn't want to let go and he had already reached for her undergarments.

Joyce's heart was beating fast.

In the end, she bit the man's lips, causing him to moan in pain and let her go.

Joyce returned to the driver's seat right away and said, "Sorry to disappoint you, Stanley, but I am not Natalie. I'm Joyce."

She had completely lost her mind when they kissed earlier, but she could not allow the man to get to second base.

Stanley remained silent. His eyes were wide open, and he was looking straight at Joyce.

Joyce flinched. "Are you up?"

Stanley did not reply as he continued to stare at her.

Thinking that he was definitely sober, Joyce looked down and said, "Sorry, I—"

Stanley grabbed her wrist and kissed her before she could finish that sentence. He pulled her in once more and bit her neck, earning himself a scream from the woman.

That scream seemed to only get him more excited as he kept kissing and caressing her until he reached her clavicle.

Joyce demanded that he stop when she saw how he was moving further down, but it was obvious that he couldn't hear her as he buried his head in her chest.

That was when Joyce realized that he was never sober. He was still drunk and his lust had taken over him.

He wants to do it with Natalie and has mistaken me for her.