Flirting With My Boss

[At the Residence of the Jackson family.]

Severe storms with high winds ripped through the front of the house, having no affect on the lovely woman lying on the bed.

Giselle was sleeping soundly because of her high fever. But in a daze, she felt a person lying beside her.

Someone abruptly plucked at her half-bared hand. That grip swept across her with icy chills.

Before she could react, a man's deep voice came rather abusively and obscenely.

"Giselle Lewis, you look like a whore who enjoys her business. You are unable to hold yourself back, right?"

His thin lips were seductive when they were tightly pursed. Once they parted, his voice sounded extremely nonchalant and indifferent.

The coldness he forced upon Giselle got her a wide wake.

The next moment, his eyes narrowed and he clenched her jaw with his big fair hand. He stared at her and roared, "You cross the line. And you should know the consequences. You hypocritical woman!"

"You, let go of me!"

Giselle's hoarse voice due to the high fever became a variation of invitation in his ear.

He then started squeezing her hand with terrifying strength.

And he, unexpectedly, hipped off the quilt that Giselle was tightly wrapped in. His eyes flashed fiercely and he began to tear at her pajamas.

Giselle was frantic. The image of him getting drunk in the hotel three years ago flashed in her mind.

At that time, she was the one in possession of her marbles and cried in a frenzy of bitter revolt, but the man was like a wild beast galloping and plundering inside her.

"No, let me go." She still struggled.

"Ah, I won't. You're gonna spread your legs apart or what?

Giselle's struggle irritated him even more. Any contact he had with this shameless woman made him feel sick!

"You'll be fucked by me, sooner or later."

He shouted aloud, discharging his emotion as if he was Satan just retrieved from hell. The air in the room seemed to become tense.

"No, that's not gonna happen."

The door was struck by the butler and he said, " Mr. Jackson, Mrs. Jackson. Madam would like to see you in the living room."

He interrupted Carr's vicious movements.

Giselle seized the moment he paused to push him away with all her strength.

And she ran off the bed, hushed into the corner of the room as far as she could.

She drew the rags of clothes tattered by him tight around her and her body was uncontrollably shivering.

Reorganizing herself a little, she turned to look up at his eyes, which were beautiful but piercing with coldness.

Giselle overcame her fears as her shiver ceased and spoke, "Mr. Jackson, if it's not necessary, I will never disturb you." There was alienation in her thick voice, half bitter and half stubborn.

If not necessary, she would never contact this man, her nominal husband who had not seen her for three years, the heir to the most powerful Jackson family in R City.

Already a legend of the monopoly business world in S city, he was at a mere age of 27.

In the business world, he was renowned as the most ruthless man.

However, back in life, he was much more of a devil than Satan.

Giselle was in a rather nervous state and her bright and watery eyes now had to be popped to watch out in case of him in front of her.

He hated her and she knew that. But she had no choice whether it was at that time or now.

"Mr. Jackson? Mrs. Jackson?"

Hearing no response from the room, Will standing at the door asked respectfully again.

"Tell her we'll be right down!"

Carr replied in a harsh tone with his narrowed inky eyes while staring fixedly at the woman huddled in the corner.

Giselle felt a little uncomfortable being gazed at by him like this, and her head slowly lowered to avoid his look.

She was very flustered and placed her hands on her chest tugging the clothes tighter.

"Giselle Lewis, remember who you are. Don't try to provoke me, or you will bear the consequences!"

With that, he got up from the bed and casually took out some pieces of wet tissue on the bedside table.

He wiped his hands carefully as if to remove something very disgusting he had just touched.

Then he turned around rather graciously and was about to leave. He stopped at the door with his eyes darkened and said, "If you are horny, I don't mind helping you find a few men to satisfy you!"