“Would you like a drink?”

The party is over and the guests are home. Only Laurel was still sitting in Aaron's modern kitchen. After the incident Aaron escorted her there and told her to sit down and calm down, told the servant to provide her with warm chocolate. He left Laurel to meet his guests, and promised to take her home later.

As long as she was left alone, Laurel continued to contemplate, the incident repeated in her eyes. How very unexpected. Is it so free about Brian's life that he can just flirt with any woman he meets at parties? Pain stabbed into her chest, causing her to sigh repeatedly. At least she hadn't fallen in love with Brian too much, at least she hadn't taken her feelings too far….

It seemed that Laurel had been struggling with her thoughts for a long time, because the party was finally over. Mr. White came to see her and sat with her in the kitchen, looked at her nearly empty cup of warm chocolate and offered another drink.

Laurel shook her head in response to Aaron's question. No, she doesn't want to drink anything. She just wanted to go home and maybe cry alone in her room.

“I just want to go home,” muttered Laurel finally, glancing at the clock on the kitchen wall as it was getting dark.

Aaron followed Laurel's glance and smiled gently. “I'll take you home, don't worry. Are you all right, Laurel?”

Laurel's cheeks flushed. No, she's not all right. She was heartbroken and felt betrayed, as well as embarrassed. Shame on Mr White who was staring at her attentively at this time. Shame on remembering their conversation a few nights ago about her relationship with Brian. Mr. White must have laughed at her stupidity and innocence at heart because she was so gullible.

“Not all men are like Brian.” Aaron turned around, walked towards the bar next to the kitchen. He poured a drink, then put one of his glasses in front of Laurel. “Here, have a drink.”

“What is this?” Laurel frowned, staring at the glass in front of her. The liquid is clear and golden in color.

“That's champagne. The taste is sweet and not so hard. Maybe it can calm you down a little.”

Laurel looked at the glass doubtfully and considered it. In all her life she had never drunk alcoholic beverages and was unsure of her reaction after drinking it. Will she get drunk and dance like crazy later?

Aaron watched the pensive Laurel stare at her glass and smile. “One glass won't get you drunk. You can sip slowly. If you feel inadequate, you can stop without finishing it. "

Laurel took a deep breath. Okay. She felt worthy of drinking a glass of expensive champagne after what she had been through earlier. She quickly gulp it down. The sweetness immediately spreads in her mouth, followed by a thick warmth. She then coughed.

Aaron frowned at the way Laurel drank her champagne then laughed. “I said take a sip, honey, don't gulp it down, you will lose the scent then.” The man approached Laurel who was coughing and rubbed her back gently. “Are you okay?”

Laurel nodded her head, suddenly noticing Aaron's hot closeness behind her. “I think I have to go home now.” Laurel put down her glass and tried to stand up, she wobbled a little, so Aaron had to grab her arm.

“Okay, I'll take you home. It's too late.”

Aaron gently took Laurel by the arm and led her outside. When walking, Laurel suddenly fell, making Aaron have to catch her again.

This time half hugged her so close. Aaron stared at the very seductive face, so close to him, her lips. Jeez, that lips is so soft and luscious, it must be sweet when he sip, beating even the most expensive champagne. Aaron forgot himself, and then, without warning, he pulled Laurel into his arms and kissed her lips softly.

Laurel was shocked, extremely shocked when this man, her boss, suddenly hugged her so tightly and kissed her lips. But the kiss was not meant to be compulsion. Mr. White kissed her gently, but not rudely, he seemed to be giving Laurel a chance if she didn't want to, but Laurel didn't have the energy to refuse.

That manly scent, the perfume mixed with the scent of wine filled all her senses, attracting her helplessly. She had never been this close to a man before, so curiosity filled her. Maybe when she got to her senses she would blame the wine she was drinking. But now Laurel just wanted to taste the kiss, feel even more.

Aaron deepened his kiss to a halt of passion. His lips parted and crushed Laurel's sweet lips, licked them gently and then took a passionate sip. Aaron's blood seemed to gurgle, his passion which had not been channeled for so long suddenly rose. He tightened his embrace and deepened the lather. That kiss, which was originally only done for taste, turns into a need to have, to feel the whole.

“Laurel,” Aaron groaned passionately, his voice deep and tortured. “Oh my, every time I always imagine you. The thought of being able to touch you like this, tortures me until my whole body hurts because I miss you. I thought I deserved it, a punishment for me… but now, now you are in my arms, and I don't know what to do.”

The man was short with breaths, with lips so close to Laurel's that they shared the heat of his breath.

Laurel listened to Aaron's words, but her mind was too foggy to digest them. She just caught on to Aaron's imagining her. Imagine her? Really? But then all the questions in her mind vanished when the man crushed her lips again. This time without any restrictions, the man's lips were hot, and opened and crushed her entire lips as if to devour them.

Laurel never expected that Mr. White who was so cold and as if heartless could be a man so passionate about kissing. The kiss made her weak, so she had to rely on Mr. White's body. Her arms were wrapped around Mr. White's body and her boss didn't seem to mind. The man bent over and half lifted Laurel's body, as if he wanted to remove the height barrier between them, and crushed Laurel madly, with great passion.

“You really enjoy our kiss, honey.” His lips teased, licked softly, his tongue moved slowly before then kissed her passionately again. “Me toi.”

Aaron looked at Laurel, the woman seemed to have succumbed to his fondling. Is it the influence of wine? Aaron didn't want Laurel to surrender to him for wine, he gently teased Laurel again until she groaned, bewildered by the strange passion she had just felt for the first time.

“Laurel who is so innocent and pure… you don't know how much I want to be the first to destroy you.”

Their lips were still together in hot kissing and fondling. Then Aaron's fingers began to trace Laurel's arm, up and down her arm hotly and passionately.

Laurel felt hot all over her body. Whether because of the influence of the wine she sipped earlier, whether because of Mr. White's caress. Maybe the one glass of wine she sipped at her first taste of champagne was too much for her. Her head started to light up, but even so all her senses were still alive. Filled with millions of strange sensations that enveloped her.

Aaron himself was still busy crushing Laurel's lips, the lips he had longed for, lips he could only imagine in his lonely nights. The man began to forget himself, he picked up Laurel's half-drunk body and carried her to his room.