Love’s Cunning Ruse

Chapter 225

“Keep going!” Julie protected her chest with one hand and focused on Kieran’s hand with the other, “I

can’t believe I won’t win tonight!”

Mr. Hernandez was anxious at this sight. “Darling, I give up,” he said.

“Then strip!” she demanded.

At this point, he was only wearing a bathrobe.

Kieran took off his bathrobe and quenched his thirst with a glass of red wine. After downing it, they sat

quietly, looking deep into each other’s eyes. The panting from the phone next to them grew louder. Just

as Julie thought she had grown accustomed to the noise, the phone ran out of battery.

Finally, there was silence in the room. Julie looked up at Kieran’s body, “We’re both down to our last

piece of clothing. Victory or defeat depends on this. Do you want to continue?”

Mr. Hernandez hadn’t expected her to be so determined. He was on the verge of giving in, but for her

sake, he took a deep breath, “Bring it on.”

“Can the winner make a request?” she asked, staring expectantly at him, a plan forming in her mind.

Kieran nodded without thinking, the wine starting to hit him.

He knew this silly girl had a habit of always picking rock. Kieran obligingly chose scissors, so he lost.

Julie was thrilled at her victory, but even more excited was the man sitting across from her. In a flash,

he stripped himself bare.

“Honey, you’re looking fitter and fitter!” Drunk Julie suddenly got bold, grabbed Kieran’s hand and said,

“Let’s dance!”

“No dancing!” he pulled her into his arms. Despite being drunk, he seemed to have a surprising amount

of strength, he held her waist tightly and silenced her chattering mouth with a kiss.

Their passionate kiss was like a step on the edge of a cliff, one false move and they would fall.

She clung tightly to him, humming softly. His kisses trailed downwards, stopping at her collarbone. To

his surprise, at this crucial moment, Julie abruptly grabbed his hand and said, “I want to dance! You

didn’t dance with me at the graduation ball!

Back then, he was overseas and couldn’t dance with her. His desire overwhelmed Julie’s

stubbornness. He held her waist tightly, pulling her closer.

Drunk Júlie grabbed something and slid it over his head, demanding, “I want to dance! Dance with me!

Tango, waltz, samba!”

Mr. Hernandez reached up to feel what was on his head. It was a soft, curved sponge pad, quite

pleasant to touch. What was it?

He pulled it off his head. It was the sexy black bra he had taken off her!

Possibly due to his drunkenness, he put it on his head and glared at her, “You want me to dance like

this?”

Julie burst into laughter. She flicked the black bra on Kieran’s head, “Honey, you look so handsome!”

Kieran proudly swung the bra on his head, looking somewhat like Mickey Mouse.

“It’s not worn like this!” Julie took the bra from his head and slapped it onto his muscular chest, “Honey,

you’re so sexy! Button it up!”

She smiled at him, making a backward hand motion.

Kieran twisted his hand behind his back with a confused expression. He found the hook, but couldn’t

fasten it.

“You’re so clumsy!” Julie turned the bra around so the hook was in front, then patted his head saying,

“Kieran, once you manage to fasten this, we can discuss how to ‘waterproof’ it.”

It was a contraption he could undo with one hand. He didn’t believe he couldn’t fasten it with two

hands.

But!!

Mr. Hernandez seemed to have overestimated his abilities.

He tried to fasten it, but after a while, he still couldn’t.

The woman across from him was laughing so hard she was rolling. She pointed at him, asking, “Kieran,

you’re so stupid! Are you related to pigs?”

He looked at Julie, calmly responding, “I’m the husband of a pig.”

“Haha, no wonder you’re so dumb…”

Even drunk, Mr. Hernandez could still outwit Julie. Drunk Julie didn’t understand the meaning of what

Kieran just said. She was getting a kick out of watching her husband struggle with her bra.

In a fit of rage, Kieran pulled too hard and ripped her bra!

He looked innocently at the expectant Mrs. Hernandez across from him, admitting like a child who had

done something wrong. “Honey, I messed up.”

“Humph, now you understand how hard it is to be a woman, don’t you?”

“I get it.”

“Now you understand that being a woman isn’t easy, don’t you?”

“I get it.”

Will you bully me again in the future?”

“I won’t.” After admitting his mistake, he looked up and solemnly said, “I’ll buy you new bras,

“I want one of every color!”

“Do you still want me then?” Kieran asked, a bit aggrieved.

She thought about it seriously, then nodded with a child-like grin, “Yes,”

of them!”

She jumped into his arms, her hands hooked around his neck, pushing him down onto the mattress.

Her lips were as tender as cherry blossoms, gently covering his.

Her hands gently cradled his head, her fingers running through his thick hair.

His large hand began its exploration from her shoulder blade, gradually moving downwards. His fingers

traced her waist, causing her body to tense involuntarily. Her grip loosened slightly out of

embarrassment and sobriety, but he anticipated it and gently shifted their positions.

The soft mattress beneath her felt like feathers brushing against her skin. His deep gaze and cool lips

moved inch by inch down her body. The alternating deep and shallow kisses left several noticeable

marks on her skin, until his lips lingered around her waist.

Her lips tingled from his gentle, moist kiss. Her grip around his neck loosened involuntarily. Clinging to

the bedsheet, she shut her eyes tight, making all her other senses razor sharp.

His kiss was back on her lips again, his hips gravitating towards hers slowly.

Tightly clutching the sheet, she draped her arm over his back. Kieran’s shoulder blades felt like a pair

of angel wings, giving her something solid to hold on to.

Her thoughts and feelings were amplified to the point where she couldn’t think straight. She could hear

his breath, feel him holding her close.

She dug her nails into his back, moving in sync with him. Her nails sunk into his skin as he kissed her

forehead gently, filled with tenderness and affection.

She couldn’t help but let out a soft moan and bit his shoulder.

He winced slightly, but a smile appeared on his lips.

She left a bite mark on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her tightly.

Her chest pressed against his. His heartbeat calmed her herves. His kisses left her gasping for air. She

clung to him like a vine wrapped around a tree.

It was like they were back in their old rhythm. Each movement blended into a melody that was etched

deeply in their minds.

They messed around the whole night.

He whispered in her ears. She answered some of his words, some she couldn’t quite catch, but in the

end, she forgot them all. She didn’t know if she had passed out, or if he had finally let her go.

All she knew was that it was already daylight when she woke up.

She woke up with a splitting headache, feeling as if her body had been taken apart and put back

together. Her mind was blank for a good half minute before she managed to gather her thoughts.

Looking at the mess on the bed, her mind drew a blank.

She could only remember bits and pieces, all before the rock-paper-scissors game last night. The

bottle of wine was from Dylan. After she drank it, she lost all rationality.

Julie lifted her head and saw the camera on the counter, and immediately sobered up. She glanced at

the man sleeping next to her, then cautiously slipped out from under the covers, grabbed Kieran’s

bathrobe from last night, wrapped it around herself and tiptoed across the plush carpet to tuck the

camera away.

Only when she saw the empty wine bottle on the floor did she register what had happened. Last night

was wild! They had drunk a lot at the KTV, then downed a bottle of wine when they got back home. No

wonder they were passed out!

She looked at the man on the bed. He lay there quietly, not moving at all. She could only imagine how

exhausted he must be.

Julie quickly tidied up the room, then saw the remnants of her lingerie. She had no clue how it got

ripped, so her gaze landed on the camera…