NovelEnglishShe could have slept through the entire day if it was not for the call.
She and Stanley Batton had just fallen asleep at dawn.
Exhaustion pulsed through her veins the moment she opened her eyes. Her sleep-deprived brain was going in circles, and her limbs were all numb.
Using her last bit of energy, she reached for her phone on the bedside table and stole a glance at the tbefore answering the call.
"Boss? I thought we were going to have lunch together at the base before training? Why aren't you here yet? The food is ready, and we're all waiting for you." Team QPG's president, Michael Gabriel's voice rang in her right ear, shaking her out of her drowsiness.
Only then did Xyla Quest remember that she had indeed promised her team members that she would go over for lunch with them before starting the training this afternoon.
In the end, because of Stanley....
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe turned around and glowered at the culprit, who was currently sleeping with his back to her.
Furious with his inconsideration, she rolled her eyes at him and gave his calf a harsh kick.
Her kick awakened the man. Immediately, he rolled over and hugged Xyla from behind. "Good girl... Letsleep for a while more... Givea hug... hmm?" The cold aura that usually surrounded the man had all faded away. He was simply a gentle, mild guy at the moment. Search the Find_Nøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
He sounded languid and sleepy.
His tenderness pierced through her like a sharp blade, overwhelming every bit of her.
Xyla's right hand trembled slightly, almost dropping her phone. Embarrassment crept up from the pit of her stomach.
She was on the phone! Could this guy please get a hold of himself? "Shhhh!" Xyla glared at him.
"Boss... Erm... Are you busy right now? How about we have training on another day?" Michael had grasped the situation instantaneously. He finally understood why Xyla had not cover yet though it had long past lunchtime.
"Sorry, I think I'm going to skip lunch today. You guys go ahead and eat. I'll go to training later." Xyla directly hung up the phone without waiting for Michal's reply. Then, she pushed the man away and turned to him with a serious face. "Stanley Batton, can't you see I was on my phone just now?" "I know..." "You know? Why did you try to flirt withthen?" "Yes..." His eyes shut tightly, but his hand could not stop touching her.
"Don't do that again," warned Xyla.
"Okay, I'll control myself next time." "You say that every single time! Tell me. What the hell did you try to control? Why can't you get yourself together? Are you that lame?" Xyla complained discontentedly.
Oh no. As soon as she finished the last sentence, she regretted it.
She was playing with fire...
As expected, the man soon began to do something nonsensical again. "I'll let you know right now... if I'm lor not..." "Nooo..." Sadly, would he ever listen to her? Another hour had passed.
The man finally released her.
Xyla pushed him away resentfully. Without saying a word, she crawled out of bed and went straight to the bathroom.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOn the other hand, the man looked as refreshed as usual.
He was in no hurry to get up. Slowly and indolently, he sat up and leaned against the bedhead, lighting a cigarette and puffing at it.
The scratches on his neck, chest, arms, and back were particularly enchanting in the midst of the smoke. The man had regained his calmness within a second or two, looking totally different from just now. His ice-cold face, and the scratches all over his body, provided a startling contrast in appearance.
He looked cool yet lustful, as if he was going to swallow someone in the next second. After smoking, he crushed the butt of the cigarette and walked into the bathroom.
After the duo had showered and brushed their teeth, Xyla put on a large white bathrobe and left then bathroom first. She sat down in front of the dressing table and put on smakeup. Her hair was semi-wet as she had no tto dry her hair with a hairdryer.
Stanley stepped out of the bathroom after shaving his mustache. The first thing that cto sight was Xyla when he returned to the bedroom. He could see her captivating features from the reflection in the mirror.
Without hesitation, he approached her from behind and squeezed her shoulder. He ran his fingers through her wet hair and asked, "Why don't you dry your hair first? Hmm?" Like RICH WOMEN? X These women desperately want a mature men! JOIN NOW *Waming* these rich women will persue you.
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