Chapter 122: Plan B
Charlotte refused to get out of the car, sitting there and looking up at Frederick with her delicate, slightly teary eyes that always seemed a bit sad.
Frederick bent down and carried her out, asking, "Are you going to walk, or should I carry you?"
Embarrassed, Charlotte asked him to put her down. "Frederick, I don't want people talking about us."
He set her down, gazing at her from her face to her slender shoulders and beautiful dress. After a moment, he said hoarsely, "Nice dress."
Charlotte's face turned red with anger. She knew Frederick's strong desires; if she dressed nicely, he'd want her anytime, anywhere. Yet, she didn't feel special, just like a plaything, while Katherine was his first love.
At the hotel front desk, Frederick handed over his driver's license and some cash. The receptionist, recognizing him as a well-known figure in the city rumored to have a girlfriend, assumed the beautiful girl with him was her. She handed him the room key with a curious glance. "Room 3601, have a pleasant stay, Mr. Hawkins."
Frederick took the key, his actions smooth and unbothered. Charlotte, on her first hotel visit with a man, felt uneasy.
In the elevator, Frederick pressed her against the wall, pinching her chin and kissing her. She couldn't escape; whenever she tried, he'd press his knee against her groins. Charlotte's body went soft, and Frederick chuckled softly.
After the kiss, both were breathless, especially Charlotte, with fine veins showing at her brows. Frederick gently stroked that area, remembering her in Oliver's arms earlier and feeling uneasy. He pressed his forehead against hers, asking, "If I hadn't taken you away, would you have called Oliver 'darling'?"
Charlotte looked at him, dazed, then decided to disgust him a bit since she couldn't escape tonight. She wrapped her arms around Frederick, leaning close to his neck, and said softly, "Of course!"
Frederick's body stiffened. Charlotte let go, leaning against the elevator wall. "If not him, should I call you 'darling'?"
It was a provocative remark, but it still angered Frederick. Many women wanted to sleep with him, but he wasn't easily interested. Charlotte was different; every time they made love, she looked at him with teary eyes, and he couldn't resist.
Katherine couldn't give him this feeling. Her beauty was aggressive, and past unpleasantness meant he never fantasized about her body or felt any impulses.
In the public elevator, Frederick was restrained, only gently touching her face, his eyes staring as if to see through her. The temperature rose.
The elevator door opened. Frederick grabbed Charlotte's hand, swiped open the suite door, and carried her to the floor-to-ceiling window, leaving only a small night light on to admire her in the faint light. After a long while, he cupped her face and kissed her.
As their passion grew, Charlotte suddenly turned away and struggled. She felt wronged. What was this? Flirting with his first love every day, then coming to her for physical comfort.
Frederick kissed her chin, his voice hoarse. "What's wrong? You were fine just now."
Charlotte leaned her head against the glass, her voice breaking. "I didn't come to find you tonight."
Frederick whispered, "I see. So what? Don't you want it? Your body tells me you do."
Frederick was domineering and forceful, and Charlotte couldn't resist. In the heat of the moment, he thought of Oliver's admiration for her and Ethan's lingering feelings, making him rougher than usual.
Charlotte was always reluctant during this period, but Frederick was unusually enthusiastic. When it was over, Charlotte felt uncomfortable and tired, wanting to sleep. But after lying there for a while, she sat up. "Frederick, you didn't use a condom!"
Frederick covered his eyes with one hand and pulled her into his arms with the other. "Just this once! Besides, it's your safe period."
Charlotte was determined. In the dark, she asked softly, "If I get pregnant, will you let me keep it? I won't abort the baby."
The night was deep. Frederick wanted to sleep, having been particularly indulgent tonight. But with Charlotte so insistent, he couldn't just lie there. "I'll go to the pharmacy."
Charlotte sat up with him, lightly biting her lip. "Get some external ointment too."
Frederick's gaze deepened. Charlotte looked away. "I'm a bit sore."
Frederick got out of bed, buttoned his shirt, and zipped his pants. He was gone for about 20 minutes, bringing back a small box of medicine and a tube of ointment. When he handed them to Charlotte, both felt somewhat awkward. He had never bought this for a woman, and Charlotte had never taken Plan B or used the ointment.
She sat on the bed reading the instructions, then opened a bottle of water, put the pill in her mouth, and swallowed it. Frederick watched her from the bedside. Charlotte was calm, not hysterical like a soap opera heroine taking emergency contraception. He couldn't help but ask, "Will this pill kill my sperm?"
Charlotte glanced at him, surprised. What was he wrestling with? She ignored him, got out of bed in her bathrobe, and prepared to apply the ointment in the bathroom. Frederick stopped her, his face showing a hint of embarrassment. "Do it here, I'll help you."
Charlotte refused, but Frederick carried her back to the bed, insisting on applying it for her. The whole process left Charlotte feeling speechless. After he finished, she wrapped herself in the blanket. "I want to sleep."
Frederick tidied up and hugged her from behind. Charlotte was very tired and didn't bother to push him away. As dawn approached, Frederick felt a wave of heat in his arms. He reached out and touched her, finding her body burning hot. She must have a fever. He guessed it was because of him, so he gently patted her cheek. "You have a fever, I'll take you to the hospital."
Charlotte, dazed from the fever, opened her eyes, her gaze wet and fragile like a pitiful little animal. Frederick felt a strange pang in his heart.
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