Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Chapter 47 His Bold Possessiveness

Bianca did not think a mere glass of wine could make her this dizzy.

She shook her head and glanced underneath the tablecloth on the large round table. The table had

eight legs, and there was a particularly thick one right in front of her.

Perhaps she had accidentally tripped over that table leg.

She had spilled the glass of red wine all over her boss' pants and directly on the most embarrassing

part of a man too. It was completely soaked. Bianca figured she deserved ten thousand deaths right

about now.

Luke always thought that she was purposely seducing him. After this incident, she would never be able

to stand with her back straight again.

'What are you standing around for? Help Mr. Crawford wipe it off!"

Sue handed her a packet of tissues and hastened Bianca urgently.

Bianca did not have any time to think. Her first reaction was to pull a tissue and press it against her

boss's crotch...

The tissue immediately grew drenched once it touched the red wine, turning a seductively deep red.

Bianca soon realized that her fingers were touching something. When she wiped him with a tissue, it

was inevitable that her fingers would rub her boss' groin back and forth.

She seemed to feel something scary behind his pants...

That place was growing at a visible rate, too.

Bianca's face inexplicably grew hot...

All three of their business partners were here in the room, men and women included. This was

probably deeply embarrassing to the boss. Bianca bit her lip, blaming herself, but she kept getting it

worse the more nervous she became. Her fingers were even shaking.

She used up half the packet of tissues, but Luke’s pants were still dirty.

The man had always been something of a clean freak. How could he possibly stand having a meal with

his pants soaked with red wine...?

While Bianca was panicked and frustrated, the man suddenly grabbed her wrist in a vice-like grip!

She looked up and met his deep cold gaze.

The man was tall and had deep-set features. Looking into her little face, filled with guilt, he forced the

words out through his teeth, "Come with me!"

Everyone else in the room all looked surprised to some extent.

All three business partners had instinctively realized that Miss Rayne was not just another employee to

Mr. Crawford.

Jason and Sue were surprised too. They did not expect their boss to act so boldly and unapologetically

possessive of Bianca.

He was so open about it that he was practically declaring to everyone here that Bianca Rayne was his

woman. Sue Carter secretly thanked her lucky stars, glad that she got along well with Bianca.

Luke dragged Bianca all the way to the elevator, pulling her inside with him.

The doors closed and the elevator rose slowly. She did not which floor they were going to, but when the

ride went on and on without stopping, she was finally certain that they were going very high up.

As the elevator rose, she grew even dizzier.

To think she had been taken down by a single glass of wine! Now she knew that she had overestimated

her tolerance for alcohol. 1

The elevator doors opened, and the man yanked her by the hand again. They arrived at a suite door,

where he pulled out a room card, swiped it, opened the door, and dragged her into the room with one

hand around her wrist.

As soon as they went in, the man forcefully pinned her down by the entryway to the suite.

The lights above them were dim, doing weird things to the duo's vision and expressions. Luke’s

beautiful features looked like an artistic three- dimensional painting.

His hot kisses rained down on her from above.

She tried to fight back weakly with her whole body, but the man pulled her into his strong and sturdy

arms.

"Mm... Mn..." Her small mouth was ravaged by his ferocious assault as he slowly entered her.

Her pants of protest tasted of sweet red wine, such that the man simply could not let her go. He just

wanted to swallow all of her struggles down his throat!

"Ah... No! Ah..." Her hair was a mess now. Luke's large hand wandered down her clothes, touching her

everywhere through her clothing without a shred of hesitation.

Finally, he pulled off the three buttons on her blouse. They fell onto the carpet without making a sound.

She frantically hammered her fists into his chest, crying.

Luke suddenly stopped kissing her, his large hand holding her fair little face. His voice sounded

impatient as he asked, "Why are you crying? Are you saying you don’t want me to touch you like that?

Or are you too afraid to admit that your body craves my touch too?” 2

"If you're mad at me for being clumsy, I promise that I’ll stay far away from you from now on." She had

interpreted his rough behavior as a punishment for ticking him off.

The taste of red wine between his lips was bold and deep and utterly mesmerizing. True, which woman

would not be mesmerized by a man like this?

However, she knew that this infatuation would not last long.

She was afraid that this man would be yet another mirage in the desert. Maybe she would wake up

tomorrow and find that he was suddenly gone.

She had known Jean Langdon for four years, but the truth was a slap to her face. He looked like a nice

guy, but he may not necessarily be one. On the

other hand, even at a glance, she could see that there was nothing nice at all about this rich and

accomplished man before her. There was no way he would turn out to secretly be a good guy.

The gap between them was too large. It had been that way since the moment they were born.

Many others, more experienced in life, had solemnly advised the younger generation to find a partner

of the same social class. Even if she dated him, she would only be a temporary toy of his.

How blindly proud and confident must she be to even dream about marrying a man like him?

If she ever indulged in those dreams, reality would give her yet another ride awakening.

That was why Bianca did not want to dream. She was especially averse to sweet dreams, because she

was afraid that her heart would be empty when she woke up. All that remained would be a dull ache. If

she ever had a nightmare, at least she could wake up and comfort herself, saying it was all just a

dream.

Luke's broad palm pressed against her waist. His mind was a little addled now, and he plastered his

burning-hot face to hers, rubbing her back and forth. His thin lips at her ear, he said, "Were you really

that clumsy when you wiped the wine off my pants, or did you purposely want to touch it?"

Of course she knew what he meant by "it".

She must be really drunk, Bianca thought to herself. The tall man before her was like a bright blaze,

burning her rational mind away and rendering her unable to think. 2

"Let go of me. My period hasn’t ended yet..." She was panting heavily now, lowering her head and

leaning it against his arm.

Bianca used the last strands of her clear mind to remind him that she was still on her period.

She was worried that she would become even more intoxicated at this rate. If he lost control of himself

and decided to take her right here and now, it would be a bloody battle...

Bianca did not want to contract anything or put her health at risk.

Tm really dizzy right now. Sorry, but I want to go home." 1

If she had known that she was this weak to alcohol, she should not have forced herself to finish that

entire glass of red wine.

She had totally brought this onto herself today.

Luke looked down, suppressing the lust burning through his body. He sighed deeply and raised his

hand, rubbing her hair tenderly as he said," Just get some rest for now."

With those words, he picked her up horizontally and placed her on the enormous bed in the suite.

Luke then turned and walked to the closet, opening it and taking a perfectly -ironed suit out from inside.

In her daze, Bianca saw him take off his shirt, pants, and underwear... 1

Luke stood with his back facing her. His sexy figure made her pupils dilate.

Finally, the man slowly and surely put on his clothes, returning to his usual impeccable self. Just then,

however, he walked over to her again, considerate enough to try and take her high heels off for her.

When he took off her shoes, though, his hand inevitably held her foot...

She moved, a sudden change in her body. She could not help but curl her toes, trying to pull her foot

out of his large grip...