Chapter 18：His lap is more comfy than a Mercedes

I watched his sexy back from the window until he entered into the parler and disappeared from my sight.

Am I getting more intrigued by him day by day or it's the alcohol who is speaking?

He came back after awhile with an ice cream cup and spoon in his hand that made me grinning like a maniac.

I again straddled over his lap as soon as he slid back on his seat.

Don't know why but I kind of found it more comfortable than his black Mercedes' seat.

He slightly spread his legs that made me felt the hardness of his body.

Is that a banana under his pants? It must be big or even bigger.

He removed the wrapper of of the cup, and taking a spoonful of ice cream he gently shoved it into my mouth. As the cold Ice cream passed down through my throat it gave me some relief from the burning feeling and at the same time, I moan.

The result of which was the hardness under his pants had raised even more.

Ignoring it, I opened my mouth and let him feed me another spoonful of ice cream.

Mint chocolate chip was my favourite..... and Noah's too.

Noah...that bastard. Despite of finding out about Noah, I was happy. But at the same time I was also angry because he used me as a bridge to connect with my wealthy father. How could he do this to me?

Well, he's not the only one who used me. There's also my own people who used me as an object to escape out from their own mess.

"Why everyone always treat me like an object? Don't I have my own desires and feelings?" I said quietly.

I'm gonna regret it later. I know that.

I continued, "Second, Noah—" this time his jaw clenched. "Who used me as an escalier to reach to his dreams."

"And then you—" He stiffened, "What am I to you? Any variation from others?"

His forehead furrowed. "You're more than an object to me, Flora." Suddenly, his face softened and he wiped my mouth with his jacket's sleeve. "You're my identity. The only way of my existence."

I felt myself drowsy but I blinked it away because I wanted to hear what he felt for me.

"—and I feel guilty for doing such shameful things to you that you don't deserve. I shouldn't have forced you at first place." He said softly while tucking a curl of my hair behind my ear, "I know you'll not remember this next morning, but I still want to lower my burden a bit for putting you in this situation....and for that.... I want to say sorry."

Automatically, my head lowered and I snuggled myself into his neck as the energy from my body drowning out. "You're not that bad."

Before flying into the world of darkness, I heard his soft whisper, "Because you're too good for me."