Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn
Chapter 67

Secretary's Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 67 I Won't Mess Him Up

Fiona's hands moved around Jamie's broad back, causing him to stiffen uncomfortably.

His back was covered in hideous scars. He had a handsome face that attracted everyone, but his back was really horrible.

Fiona was actually a little disgusted, but his face made her feel that these scars were not unacceptable. Moreover, Jamie was very skilled in bed and treated her nicely. How good was he?

She suspected that if she asked Jamie to stab himself, he would not hesitate to do it.

Well, no woman didn't like loyal dogs with impeccable looks and great ability.

She thought that she had really picked up a treasure.

If not for that silly woman, she wouldn't have looked at Jamie in the mud.

However, that fool had given her too much.

The Brown family was now in decline, and it was all thanks to Jamie that they were able to maintain their social status in New York. Therefore, she counted on him for everything.

Fiona hugged the man from behind and pressed her face against his back. She felt that he was trembling.

"What are you looking at?" she asked again. She glanced at Jamie's neck, and her expression changed. "What's wrong with your neck?"

She knew that Jamie was playing with women outside, but he would never let a woman leave a mark on him.

This mark was obviously caught by a woman. With Jamie's personality, how could he allow a woman to do

this to him?

"Nothing. I was scratched by a stray cat yesterday," Jamie said casually.

He turned around and picked her up. "Why are you awake so early?" he asked.

Fiona did not believe him, but she did not take it to heart.

In any case, Jamie had promised her that he would not touch other women after they got married.

Now, he could play as he pleased.

"I can't sleep without you in the bed." Fiona hooked her arms around Jamie's neck and rubbed her face into

his chest.

"Do you want it again?" Jamie smiled.

"What are you talking about? It's so early in the morning..." Fiona blushed and rebuked him.

She was still a little unsatisfied and wanted to ask for more, but she didn't want to be too obvious.

After all, in Jamie's eyes, she was still a pure little girl.

But how could a woman who had had sex before be so easily satisfied?

"There is no one at home. What are you afraid of?" Jamie did not mind. He carried her to the bed and reached

down, but he was stopped by Fiona.

"Jamie..."

Fiona raised her face, revealing her charm. She rubbed her fingers on his palm and shyly hinted, "Don't hold back anymore... Come in, I don't mind."

She came over in the middle of the night with the excuse of having a nightmare because she wanted to do something with Jamie. But men should take the initiative in this kind of thing.

But for so long, Jamie only kissed her forehead and back. He hadn't even had a tongue kiss with her.

If Fiona didn't know that he was playing with other women outside, she would have thought that he was a virgin. Although Jamie had solemnly promised at the beginning that he would only have her on the wedding night, she felt a little uneasy for he was so calm even with her obvious hint.

Last night, she was wearing sexy pajamas to seduce him, but he only used his hands to make her happy. When she reached there, she saw how calm he was as if he was doing business.

But the calmer he was, the more she wanted to get him.

Who didn't want such an extraordinary self-controlled man?

As long as she thought about his expression of abstinence at that time, she would be excited and want to

kneel and submit.

Now that he was moved, it was a good opportunity for Fiona. She wanted to touch him, but she was pushed away by Jamie.

She was a little shocked. As a girl, she was too embarrassed to take the initiative again.

She turned her face away with obvious unhappiness.

Jamie held the back of her head and kissed her cheek. Then he said in a hoarse voice, "Fifi, I treasure you very

much. I want to give you the best. Now let me serve you with my hand."

After that, his hand moved.

Fiona also liked to hear these words, and she felt like she was cherished.

She just didn't understand why a man like him cared more about the wedding night than a woman like her.

Fortunately, she had repaired her maidenhead. Otherwise, he would be uncomfortable to know that she was not a virgin anymore.

Soon, she had no energy to think. She closed her eyes tightly to enjoy the happiness he brought.

It was after dawn.

Yvette reached out to touch Lance's forehead and learned that his fever had finally subsided.

She let out a long sigh and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Suddenly, she heard a loud sound outside.

Yvette was shocked.

She quickly opened the door and surprisingly saw that Lance had already walked to the front door with a stool knocked down on the floor.

She called, "Lance?"

Lance turned to look at her, and his beautiful eyes lit up for a moment.

He stepped in front of Yvette and held her tightly in his arms without saying a word. He was so strong that

Yvette's ribs hurt a little.

She subconsciously wanted to break free, but she heard him say, "I thought you ran away again.'

Yvette's expression was a little uncomfortable. What did he mean by running away again?

She pushed him. "Let go of me now. You have been injured."

However, he did not let go of her. Instead, he hugged her even tighter.

He circled around her and said gloomily, "I promise you that I won't mess him up."

"What?"

Yvette didn't quite understand what he meant.

"I won't mess Charlie up."

Yvette understood now. But Lance sounded very reluctant, and he was gritting his teeth.

"Oh."

Lance was furious. He already made the biggest concession he could make, and that was all her reaction?

He let go of her and grabbed her mouth with both hands. He said fiercely, "Shouldn't you say something?"

Yvette did not understand what she should say. She thought Lance never should have touched Charlie. Charlie helped her, but Lance messed him up again and again. She actually felt that Lance should apologize to

Charlie.

But she did not dare to say this, for Lance was too uncertain.

"There is nothing between me and Charlie, so you should not mess him up."

"Nothing? He kissed you! Doesn't the kiss mean something?

"Yvette, when did you become so generous?" Lance could not help but mock her when he thought of that

scene.

Yvette was speechless.

Since she did not reply, Lance thought that she had tacitly agreed. He was even angrier and pressed her against his chest.

"You have to promise me that you won't see him, Then I won't mess him up."

Yvette knew that he would have some requirements for her. She explained, "Charlie has never kissed me, and he has never thought of it."

She didn't understand why she had to explain to him, and the atmosphere was so strange.

The two of them seemed to have returned to the past, like a normal couple.

"He didn't? That day in the car..."

Lance could not continue, and his words were filled with strong jealousy.

In the car?

Yvette finally figured out what he meant.

So this was the reason why he drove the car and bumped into Charlie?

She frowned slightly, unwilling to argue with a patient. She explained patiently.

"He didn't kiss me at all. Maybe you saw him touching my face because the wound on my face was stained

with my hair."

"Really?"

"Why would I lie to you?"

Yvette frowned and asked him to lie down. She said, "You shouldn't stand for too long. Take a rest."

"Yvette."

Lance suddenly called out to her with a joyful tone.

His hand was still holding her. Yvette subconsciously felt that they were too close, so she struggled to retreat

a little.

However, before she could take a step out, she was pulled into his embrace.

Lance raised her chin with his finger and looked at her lips with his beautiful eyes. "Your mouth is less irritating today."

After he finished speaking, he kissed her. He used to be bossy and always bit her, but this time he was extremely gentle as if he loved her.

Yvette was stunned by his kiss and forgot to struggle for a moment.

Just as the two of them were focused on the kiss, the ward door was suddenly pushed open.

"Lance..."

The scene in front of Yazmin made her forget what she wanted to say. She stood stiffly at the door.

Yvette suddenly felt the warmth on her lips disappeared. She felt ironic.

She pushed Lance away and took a step back, saying, "I'll leave now."