Florence did not sit on the couch for long. She scrambled to her feet and stood up with effort. She glanced around the room with confused eyes and her face contorted. What is this place? Where is she? Her head was full of questions but the most important one was – where is the toilet? She felt like throwing up.
Florence covered her upset stomach and managed to make out the direction of the bathroom. She hurriedly staggered there and opened the door. Without even thinking, she rushed in and started to search for the toilet bowl. Yet, the first thing she saw was not the toilet, but a man’s pale skin, strong muscles and perfect lean body. She was immediately startled.
What a handsome man. And he had great body! Florence blinked and looked at him in a daze. She even nodded. “How big.” Ernest did not look good at all in the middle of shower. He was taking a shower and he could not possibly imagine Florence would suddenly invade in. Invading aside, she even stared at him like a pervert. And staring aside, she even made a comment! Didn’t she know what her words mean towards a man?
“Get out!” Ernest criticized with a coarse voice and instantly took a towel from the side to cover his body. Florence became a little unhappy at once. “Take it off, I can’t see it.” As she said, she even came forward and snatched the towel away.
Ernest’s body went so stiff that he looked like a giant iceberg. And something hot was going to burst out of that iceberg. His handsome face went gloomy. He seized the towel back and took two steps backward, warning with a low voice, “Florence, don’t mess with me even if you’re drunk! You can’t handle the consequence.”
How would Florence who was drunk and befuddled understand his meaning? There was only one thought in her jumbled up mind. She snatched the towel away and continued looking at it with enjoyment. She was not yet satisfied looking.
She took another two steps forward while staggering and once again stood before Ernest up close. She lowered her head and looked at the towel with excitement in her eyes. She extended her hand, wanting to pull it away once again. “Take it off, hurry.”
Ernest’s temples were throbbing. Her eyes were like fire that lit his heart. As she touched his skin over and over again, the fire of lust was burning stronger and stronger inside him that almost went out of control. He could not guarantee what would happen next if that went on.
Ernest grabbed the towel while seizing Florence’s hand with his other hand. He lifted her head with force to force her looking at him. With a brooding look, he said slowly and steadily with an attractive low voice, “Do you know who I am?” How could she be bold enough to snatch his towel?
Florence’s eyes were out of focus, but she was still determined. “Ernest Hawkins of course.” She said his name out clearly and seemed to like him very much. She even wore a delightful smile. Ernest was dazzled by her smile and a corner of his heart collapsed. She knew it was him, yet she still…
“How big!” Florence snatched the towel from Ernest’s waist the moment Ernest’s let down his guard. She blinked and looked at it full of surprise like a child stealing snacks. It was the first time that part of Ernest’s body being stared straight by someone!
His handsome face froze and not only there was a gloomy look on his face, an unnatural blush also appeared. Florence seemed to be intrigued. She was not satisfied in just looking and had even extended her finger and poked it. Ernest’s froze, yet Florence smiled. “It’s changing too.”
“Florence, Fraser!” Ernest blew his top and he completely lost his control. He no longer cared about their relationship or the distance they should keep, he was so enraged that he only wanted to do the business with her now! He grabbed her shoulder and pressed her against the wall. He lowered his head and kissed her forcibly.
His kiss was fierce and aggressive. He looked like a wolf that had starved for years and had suddenly spotted its prey. He was determined to tear her apart and engulf her. Florence was slightly startled. She blinked in confusion and felt uncomfortable from the bite on her lips. Was he bullying her? She opened her mouth and bit back hard in return.
Ernest gasped from the pain and he could taste blood around his lips. He was a little shock. Just then, Florence opened her mouth once again and engulfed all of his lower lip. Not only she wanted to bite his lips back, she wanted to tear it and eat it.
Florence was working very hard, yet that slight pain was an irresistible stimulus to a man who was in the middle of rage. Ernest lost his last bit of rational mind. He hugged her and returned the favor… Florence lied on the bed weakly. She could feel the softness of the bed under her and she felt comfortable. Her eyelids twitched and she did feel sleepy. It was time to sleep.
She secretly closed her eyes and fell asleep in just a blink of an eye. Ernest was kissing her. “Florence, I’m coming…” He swallowed his words when he saw her face. He stared at her with shock. With rosy cheeks, she was sleeping soundly. Did she have any idea what they were doing now? How could she manage to sleep!
Ernest’s fire of lust was doused at once and his excitement was completely gone. He stooped and looked at her, heaving a sigh. What could he argue with a drunk person? Ernest pulled down his face, flipped and lied down beside her. He would not do anything to her when she was asleep. Maybe he needed a cold shower.
As he was about to get up and go to the bathroom, a delicate arm was suddenly put on him. As if hugging a gigantic stuffed toy, Florence hugged Ernest tightly. She adjusted to a more comfortable position and continued to sleep. Ernest did not know what to say. That woman was playing with fire, did she really think he had a good temper?
With a gloomy look, he gently moved her arm away, lifted her legs and pushed her to the side. Yet as he was going to stand up once again, Florence rolled over like a ball and she put her arms around him like a koala bear. She wrinkled her eyebrows and muttered, “Don’t go.” Her voice was soft yet it could make one anxious and heartache.
Ernest’s expression slightly changed and he rumbled, “Do you know who I am?” If she knew it was him, she would not refuse to let him go. Florence answered in a confused state, “Ernest…” That name struck Ernest’s heart.