NovelGoldMy Dad Please C207 Chapter 207 Stanley lifted his gaze, and there she was-a figure so delicate it seemed untouched by the dust of the world. Wendy had arrived.
His thin lips pressed together in a tight line. "What are you doing here? Who told you to come?" Wendy stepped into the living room, closing the distance between them until she stood right in front of him.
"Zayn!" Stanley called out, his voice sharp. "Zayn, where's the girl I told you to prepare? Why isn't she here yet?" Silence.
No one answered him.
Wendy remained quiet as well.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtStanley tugged at the collar of his shirt, his frustration evident.
"Get out," he snapped at her.
Wendy lowered her long, delicate lashes and met his gaze. "Fine. I'll leave, then." She turned on her heel and started to walk away.
The next moment, a large, well-defined hand shot out, gripping her slender arm with force. A low, gritted voice, dark with irritation, rang out. "Wendy!" Stanley was so angry he could barely contain it, her nescaping through clenched teeth.
Wendy turned back to face him, her lashes fluttering as she looked at him with a playful, almost mischievous glint in her eyes. "What do you want?" Stanley yanked her toward him, and her petite frtumbled onto his solid thighs. His body burned like molten lava, the effects of the aphrodisiac incense having taken hold long ago. Only his sheer willpower had kept him going until now.
Since returning to Imperial Garden, his eyes had turned bloodshot, and his consciousness had begun to blur. Now, with Wendy's soft, fragrant body in his arms, Stanley buried his face in her hair, his lips seeking hers. His large hand slipped beneath the hem of her clothes, exploring the warmth of her skin.
Wendy's delicate frtrembled slightly in his embrace, a hint of nervousness betraying her otherwise composed demeanor.
"Why are you shaking? Never been with a man before?" Wendy looked up at Stanley. His eyes burned with two flickering flames of desire, the mask of the composed, mature man stripped away. His gaze was raw, unapologetic and filled with a hunger that was both thrilling and intimidating.
Did he always think of her as someone with a messy personal life, someone who had been with countless men? Was that why he treated her so casually? Wendy bit down on her red lip, her frustration bubbling over. She raised her hand, aiming to slap his handsface.
But this time, she didn't succeed. Stanley caught her wrist in mid-air, his grip firm. With a swift motion, he pushed her down onto the sofa, his large, heated frpinning her beneath him. "You've developed a habit, 1/2 Chapter 207 haven't you? Try slappingagain, and see what happens.
Only she would dare to raise a hand against him.
Wendy struggled beneath him. "Let go of my hand." Stanley released her wrist, but his hands moved to the buttons of her clothes, intent on removing them. "Stanley, wait. I can help you." Wendy's fingers brushed against the needle she kept at her waist. She gripped it tightly, ready to press it into one of his pressure points.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut Stanley was no ordinary man. He knocked the needle from her hand before she could act. "What are you trying to do?" The needle fell onto the carpet, and Wendy immediately reached for it. "My needle!"
Stanley watched as she stretched out to retrieve it, her silky black hair cascading like a waterfall, tangling around her slender, fair arms. Her profile was flawless, her skin like ve porcelain. She was undeniably beautiful.
His gaze lingered on her, studying her with the intensity of a manappreciating a woman. Every man had his preferences, but before Wendy, Stanley hadn't been sure what his type was. Jessica had been his treasure, his darling, Everyone assumed he was drawn to women as vibrant and striking as red roses. He had thought so, too.
Until Wendy calong Somehow, she seemed to embody everything he found captivating. Her ethereal beauty often left him unable to look away.
Stanley's eyes remained fixed on her snow-white, oval face as his hands moved to the black belt around his waist. With a sharp tug, he undid it, the sound cutting through the tension in the room. His heavy, heated body pressed down on her, trapping her in his embrace. He leaned over her, his voice low as he murmured her n"Wendy." Wendy's fingers brushed against the needle on the carpet. She was so close to grabbing it.
But then, she felt the hem of her skirt being pushed up.
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