Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 162

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 162 Is It Enough?

In the bathroom, it was unusually quiet.

The sound of the man's leather shoes falling on the ground was exceptionally clear.

Yvette froze as if the footsteps were beating against her nerves like a drum.

Meanwhile, the man in front of her was not flustered at all and showed no fear.

Yvette clenched her fists and gritted her teeth in anger.

Although she only acted as Charlie's girlfriend, Lance did not know about this. How could Lance be so calm without a guilty conscience?

But it was not the time to argue with him. No matter who saw her like this, she would feel extremely ashamed.

After thinking about it, Yvette thought only Lance had a way.

Yvette raised her face with her beautiful eyes, pleading.

Lance got it and silently mouthed, "Beg me?"

At this moment, his expression was unusually cold. From his expression, Yvette understood what he meant.

He was waiting for her to make a decision and she knew how to please him.

She was used to that.

Bang!

Charlie knocked lightly on the door and asked, "Is there anyone inside?"

In a split second, a chill quickly rushed up to Yvette's back.

Without time to think more, she was so shocked that she put her arms around the man's neck. Her legs.

hooked around his thin waist, and her rosy lips bit the place under his Adam's apple.

She felt that the man's breathing sound and weird moan were about to be heard.

She was so scared that she quickly blocked his mouth while she subconsciously slid down, almost falling. Fortunately, she was held by the man's dry big palm.

Outside.

Charlie was impatient, placed his hand on the door handle, and was about to push it open.

Suddenly, a cleaner came in. She looked at him and said, "Sir, the room is being repaired. You can use another one."

After saying that, the cleaner pushed the cart in and politely asked him, "Sir, do you want to take the bathroom now? If you don't, I will start to clean it."

Charlie's expression was cold.

Although there was a gap under the compartment, he could not squat down in front of people to check inside.

He suppressed the discomfort and could only leave.

The cleaner began to clean the place, sucking the dust and dragging the floor with a buzzing sound.

Yvette finally breathed a sigh of relief and her body softened.

She did not want to hang on Lance for a second. When she was about to get down, the man touched her butt and pressed her against the door. His eyes turned cold. "You want to run after using me?"

Yvette said, "When did I use you? It was a cleaner who came in just now."

Bang!

Lance slammed his fist on the door, making a deafening sound.

Yvette suddenly paused, her eyes wide open in shock.

There was a cleaner outside.

Is he crazy? wondered Yvette.

The next second, she found that the cleaner seemed to have not heard it.

It was obviously a loud sound, but the cleaner pretended not to hear it, which could only prove that Lance gave some order to her in advance. However, it also meant that the moment he dragged her into the bathroom, he had harbored malicious intentions and deliberately embarrassed her. Anger rose bit by bit. Yvette tried to repress her anger. "Put me down. I want to go back."

"Go back?" Lance narrowed his eyes. "Are you going to go back like this?"

Yvette was pissed off when he looked at her with contempt.

Of course, she couldn't go back to the table like this. She could only go back and think how to explain.

She was now like a flower bud that had been ravaged. Compared to her, Lance was dressed neatly and looked calm, showing a sense of coldness.

It was as if her mess had nothing to do with him.

She said angrily, "It's none of your business."

"Heh. Do you think that I can't do anything to you?" Lance burst into laughter.

Yvette furrowed her brows and was about to retort.

The man said coldly, "Why are you always so disobedient?"

Then, Lance leaned over to kiss her with cold lips as he fiercely sucked her lips into his mouth.

Yvette panicked and wanted to turn away, but the man forcefully twisted her face, accurately grabbed her lips, and ruthlessly bit her, trying to teach her a lesson. Yvette felt itchy and painful because of the bite.

However, the lesson he wanted to teach her was not limited to this.

He fondled her and tried to take off her clothes.

An unnatural flush appeared on Yvette's face as she felt hot and went blank. She tried to push his hands

away but failed.

He wanted to seduce her.

He did not believe that he would fail to turn her on.

It was like they were having a tense boxing match, and Yvette was the one who had been defeated.

Gradually, she stopped struggling and let him bite her lips and kiss her.

She closed her eyes and just went brain-dead, only feeling the tip of his tongue stirring in her mouth.

She tried hard to stay awake. When he finished the kiss, she said weakly, "Lance, you are shameless. What can you prove by doing this?"

Of course, Lance had something he wanted to prove, and the truth was obvious.

"What do you think I want to prove?"

He stood still, panted slightly, and pressed his fingers against her lips heavily.

"You still dare not admit it? You still have feelings for me?"

Yvette turned her face away and didn't want to see his ostentatious appearance, but he grabbed her by the

chin and straightened her face.

The man's angular handsome face was covered with a little sweat, and his shirt was also wet, which made

him look sexy.

He raised his eyebrows and asked her, "You are with Charlie just to anger me, right?"

It was true that she said that to infuriate him, but Yvette would not admit it.

She had made a mistake once, and she would never make more mistakes.

Yvette stared at him with a sneer. "Mr. Wolseley, what kind of person are you to me now? Are you qualified to

make me anger you at the cost of my reputation?"

Lance's face turned pale as he frowned. "Yvette, your body can not lie."

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Yvette slightly raised her face and tried to calm down. "I admit that I have feelings."

Lance's expression subtly changed as he heard this.

But then, Yvette's lips curled into a mocking smile. "It's all because your kissing skills are good. I can't take advantage of you, Mr. Wolseley."

Yvette picked up the purse that had fallen to the ground, took out 200 dollars, and stuffed them into the collar of Lance's shirt. "Is it enough?" she asked in a frivolous tone.