She deliberately dropped her crutch and let herself fall to the ground.
She made sure to appear frail and helpless.
Waylen happened to see Mavis falling. He frowned and barked, “Stop the car.” ©
The chauffeur dithered about following Waylen’s order.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWaylen said in a low voice, “Help her get in the car and give her a ride home.”
The chauffeur hesitated, “Mrs. Fowler isn’t going to like this, Mr. Fowler.”
Holding his spinning, aching head, Waylen retorted, “If you don’t tell her, then she won’t find out. Besides, we’re just sending the poor girl home. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
Unable to refute his boss’ logic, the chauffeur had no choice but to get out of the car and then help Mavis into it.
Mavis sat next to Waylen.
Feeling exhausted, Waylen ignored Mavis, rested his head on the back of his seat, and closed his eyes. Meanwhile, Mavis savored Waylen’s scent that was like pine.
She quietly turned to stare at him.
His facial features were so sharp and perfect, and he exuded such a beautiful, noble temperament.
And this car was extremely luxurious.
Thinking about all those things, Mavis felt her blood boil with desire. She greedily inhaled the air around Waylen and then imagined what sex with him would be like.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWould he press her against the mattress? Would his handsome face contort in sweet agony as he thrust into her?
The mere thought of it made her hot and bothered.
Looking at his snow-white shirt, she leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his collar, making sure her lipstick marked the fabric.
Mavis put on a light orange lipstick today.
If Rena looked closely enough, she would be able to spot Mavis’ kiss mark on Waylen’s shirt.
Waylen frowned and then opened his eyes. Before he could fully wake up, Mavis immediately sat up straight.
Half an hour later, they arrived at Mavis’ apartment, which was located in a good neighborhood.
The chauffeur helped Mavis get out of the car.