The kiss had spiraled wildly out of control.
The whole thing was like thunder striking the ground into flames, the ocean waves crashing violently against the beach. Everything was electric.
The sounds of their breathing grew heavier and heavier.
They’d completely forgotten about the time, location, surroundings and even who they were.
Jasper pressed Stella onto her seat. Her legs wrapped around his strong waist, closing the distance between them.
Jasper’s subordinate noticed that something was off and peered into the rearview mirror.
“I’ll gouge your eyes out!” Jasper snapped. “Eyes on the road!”
His subordinate immediately averted his gaze. He straightened his back, looked straight ahead, and held the steering wheel tightly.
Jasper drew the curtain of the right window and sat down on the back seat. Holding Stella with one hand, he closed the curtain of the other window with his free hand.
Adviser Zenith was stunned to see the usually uptight chief being so emotional.
He wasn’t allowed to see anything, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t hear what was happening.
The sounds of their sensual movements morphed into a sultry music such that it was enough to make a grown man blush.
He took a deep breath and swallowed hard, and then took another deep breath. It was a good thing that he had a will of steel, otherwise he’d have given in to his urges a while ago.
Stella wrapped her arms around Jasper’s neck. Her face was close to his, and her chin rested on his shoulder.
She knew that the current situation was inappropriate, but the effects of the drug in her body was way stronger than her self-control. She felt as if she was drowning in the ocean with only a piece of driftwood to cling to for life.
After he climaxed, she still hugged him tightly and refused to release him. After all, she hadn’t reached her own peak yet. Carnal desire quickly wore away at whatever reason she had left, and she took the initiative to kiss his earlobe. And yet, she couldn’t help but hate her actions.
Why was she doing this?
What had gone wrong?
She turned her face away and clenched her fists.
Jasper grasped her chin and turned her to face him directly.
As she stared up at him through teary eyes, he could clearly see lust reflected in their murky depths.
She averted her gaze awkwardly, but couldn’t ignore the feeling of desire rushing through her veins.
“Do you want more?” He read her mind immediately.
He quickly came to the conclusion that there was something wrong with the pomegranate juice from earlier.
He’d only taken a few sips of it and was already feeling hot and bothered. This woman had finished the entire glass.
Stella leaned on his shoulder. “It hurts,” she whispered.
It was only then that she realised her voice sounded as smooth as silk, as if she was begging for more.
“Advisor Zenith, let’s take a big detour before returning to the hotel,” Jasper ordered.
“Understood,” the advisor answered, and cleared his throat.
Stella was ashamed of herself. Although others couldn’t see anything, they were in the car and his men was driving. If she was sober, she would have rather died than to do this kind of thing.
He let her lean against the driver’s seat.
Stella subconsciously pushed his hand away, still feeling uncomfortable. Jasper was the one who initiated the second round of lovemaking. Ten minutes later, she felt boneless with exhaustion, the effects of the drug finally wearing off.
However, in the end, he still wanted her.
She was carried back to the hotel by him and lowered onto his bed, not wanting to move another muscle…
…
“Boss, the pigeon has brought its prey back to the nest,” reported Ryan’s subordinate.
Ryan Lameer smiled in satisfaction. “Let’s go.”
The reporter opened Jasper’s Presidential Suite with the room card that he had stolen from a staff.
He saw Jasper sitting in front of the computer and typing on the keyboard, while Adviser Zenith was standing beside him, ready to serve at any time.
The reporter was shocked.
What? This was different from the perverted scene that he’d hoped to catch.
Jasper’s sharp eyes swept over the reporter, his eyes undecipherable.
“Who are you? How did you get in?” Adviser Zenith snapped.
“Oh, I’m from the Yale Daily. I’m here to make an exclusive interview with Miss Grace. Is she here?” The reporter asked with a smile. He had already prepared the questions.
“She’s not in this suite. Why did you think that she was here?” Adviser Zenith questioned, eyeing the man suspiciously.
“I was waiting at the door. I saw you carry her in.” The reporter explained with a pale face.
“Since you know that she was carried in here, you should know that she is not in any condition for an interview now.”
“Oh, then I’ll come back later.” The reporter tried to leave.
“Wait.” Jasper said.
The reporter stiffened and slowly turned around. Jasper was already standing in front of him and staring at him menacingly. He turned to Zenith. “Call the police. Did you just say that you were from the Yale Daily?”
“Understood.” The adviser wasted no time in whipping his phone out.
When the reporter saw that his plans had been ruined, he hurriedly ran out.
Jasper grabbed the reporter’s hand, causing him to trip and sprawl onto the ground.
In a panic, he took out a gun from his pocket and fired at Jasper.
Jasper quickly dodged to the side.
Bang!
Stella’s eyes snapped open immediately. She bolted up from the bed and flung the door open to see the reporter at the front door.
The reporter caught sight of Stella. He raised his pistol and pointed it at her, pulling the trigger quickly.
As soon as Jasper saw this, he slammed the door shut.
The bullet was deflected by the door.
“Get in,” Jasper said to Stella.
Her heart pounded with worry for him. She refused to listen, and instead rushed to his side and grabbed his arm. “I’ll go with you,” she said firmly.
Jasper looked at her softly.
This one sentence alone carried so much more weight than a thousand words would.
He pulled her to the back of the sofa and held her back. “Get down.”
A sense of deja vu came over her.
When they first met, he had protected her like this too. Brimming with confidence and masculinity, he’d managed to warm her cold heart.
She wouldn’t mind at all if she died from protecting him today…
Jasper wanted to catch the reporter, but he couldn’t take the risk because she was here, so he signaled to Adviser Zenith.
When Zenith opened the door, the reporter had already fled. After making sure that there was no more danger, he gestured to Jasper.
Jasper did not let his guard down. He got up first and came to the door. After surveying the situation outside, he headed towards where Stella was and helped her up.
“Who is that person? Why did he want to kill you?” Stella asked worriedly.
As soon as her words fell, Stella realized that she had misspoke. This could be part of the military’s secrets. So she changed her words and said, “You are an important leader of the country, yet you only brought a soldier along with you for your leisure hours. That’s a little too bold, don’t you think? You should go back quickly.”
“That person is targeting the both of us, not just me.” Jasper said in a low voice.
Stella frowned. “What do you mean?”
Jasper’s face was ruddy and his voice was a little hoarse. “Do you still remember what happened in the car just now?”
Stella, “…”
Although she had fainted at the end, she still remembered what happened clearly…