Chapter 259 You've Gotten Naughty
Two days later, Lola got the all-clear from the hospital.
Patrick threw a little get-together at his place. Andrew was still off on a business trip in Syeattel, so Patrick shot him an invite, not really thinking he'd show.
But Andrew did show, bringing toys for Gavin.
Gavin, though, wasn't having it. He stuck to Chloe like glue, all shy and stuff.
Andrew felt a bit bummed out.
He gave Chloe a long look and said, "You gotta talk about me more. The kid barely knows me."
Laura chuckled from the side. "Just hang out with him more. Gavin's a good kid."
Patrick, being the chill guy he is, invited Andrew to sit and have a drink, with Frederick joining in.
Andrew wasn't dumb.
Patrick was smooth. Andrew had a kid with Chloe, but Patrick was still all friendly. It wasn't just for Charlotte; it was about those resources in Copenhegan.
Andrew could make things happen with just a signature or a word.
Wanting to make things right, he agreed to everything and even got hammered, thanks to Patrick and Frederick. He hadn't been that drunk in a decade.
Who'd dare make Andrew drink?
When he was out socializing, his secretary or assistant usually took the hit.
When Andrew left, Charlotte walked him to his car. Watching him drive off, she headed back to her own car where Frederick was waiting.
He was leaning against the car, smoking quietly, looking all suave and handsome.
Charlotte walked up, half-laughing, half-crying. "You and Patrick were quite the team. He drank almost a pint of liquor."
Frederick glanced at her and smirked. "Feeling sorry for him?"
He pinched her cheek. "Don't be."
Charlotte knew he got jealous easily; he'd get mad at any guy, so she didn't argue. She opened the car door and invited him in. "Let's head home. Lola's staying here tonight; we'll pick her up tomorrow night."
Frederick wrapped his arm around her waist and whispered, "Mom and Dad set this up so we could have some alone time. Charlotte, how about we make a baby tonight?"
Charlotte was speechless.
The driver was still in the car, and he was being so bold.
She whispered, "Frederick, you're drunk."
He pushed her into the car, and once inside, he wasn't exactly behaving. His hand traced along her leg, lifting her ankle and gently massaging her heel.
In the dim car, all you could hear was their breathing and his masculine scent.
She thought he was taking advantage of her.
But after a while, he leaned on her shoulder and softly asked, "Were you scared last time you drove?"
Her foot had been hurt, which could've been a problem when braking, maybe causing an accident. Even after all this time, Frederick was still a bit scared.
Charlotte felt warm inside. She turned her head and kissed his nose. "I didn't think about it much at the time."
Frederick put down her foot. He lay down on her lap, gently hugging her waist.
Charlotte had been with him for years and had never seen him like this, a bit vulnerable. She couldn't help but trace his handsome features with her hand, and Frederick just looked up at her.
At that moment, their love felt equal.
Charlotte had never been so bold; with the driver in the car, she couldn't help but kiss him.
Her kiss was gentle yet assertive, making him feel completely under her control.
Frederick couldn't help but hook her neck, deepening the kiss. With the driver in the front seat, everything was done secretly, making it especially thrilling.
As the kiss grew more intense, he murmured against her lips, "Charlotte, you've gotten naughty."
"Do you like it?"
"Love it to death."
The driver kept it steady, but you could see his ears turning red.
Half an hour later, the car rolled up to the villa.
Frederick sat up, looking all serious. "Drive it into the garage."
The driver nodded, "Yes, Mr. Hawkins."
The black car slowly cruised into the underground parking lot. As soon as it stopped, the driver bolted out of there.
In the dim car, they were still going at it. Charlotte was on his lap, head tilted back, showing off that gorgeous neckline. Frederick couldn't resist leaning in for another kiss.
With all the making out, their clothes got all messed up.
Charlotte held him, lightly biting her lip. "Let's take this to the bedroom."
Frederick gently tugged her golden hair, leaned in for another kiss, his voice all husky. "I can't wait; let's do it right here."
Early morning, Charlotte woke up.
Frederick was already up, and beside her, the pillow had a fresh rose on it.
Charlotte felt totally relaxed.
She thought back to last night's craziness, feeling a bit sweet, especially since the kid wasn't around. She could lie on his pillow and savor the memories.
She blushed, not expecting herself to be so eager.
Last night, in the heat of the moment, Frederick had teased her, "Charlotte, you're at the stage of having a strong libido. How did you get through these three years? What did you do when you missed me?"
Frederick loved to whisper naughty things during those moments.
Charlotte used to think she'd be grossed out, but when he whispered in her ear, she felt incredibly turned on.
Suddenly, her phone rang.
It was Frederick, his voice gentle, like he was right next to her. "Charlotte, can you find a document for me? Cherie's coming by to pick it up."
Charlotte softly agreed.
He probably guessed she was still in bed, so his tone got even softer. "Does it hurt?"
Charlotte blushed. She didn't want to answer. "I'll go find the document."
Frederick was probably alone in his office, throwing in a few explicit words to mess with her, making Charlotte hang up the phone right away.
After hanging up, she put on a robe and went into his study.
After finding the document, Charlotte was about to leave when her eyes caught a file. It was in a brown envelope, looking like an investigation file.
Charlotte hesitated but opened it. When she saw the contents, she was surprised and slowly sat down in the office chair.
The file mentioned Johnny.
Johnny had the special blood type.
Just then, Dana came upstairs and told her, "Charlotte, Cherie is here to pick up the document."
Out of courtesy, Charlotte should've gone down herself. But looking at the marks on her body, she decided to let Dana hand it to Cherie and apologize on her behalf.
Downstairs, Dana handed the document to Cherie.
Cherie quickly left by car.
Back at Vertex Innovations Group, she handed the document to Frederick in the office, feeling a bit puzzled. 'The document wasn't urgent. Why did Mr. Hawkins insist I get it today?'
Frederick, dressed in a classic black and white suit, sat behind the desk, holding the document, and casually asked, "Did Charlotte say anything?"
Cherie looked at her boss, noticing two obvious scratch marks on his neck, indicating a wild night.
She cleared her throat. "She didn't come downstairs."
Frederick realized this and lightly waved his hand, signaling Cherie to leave.
After the door closed, he leaned back in his leather chair, gently spinning, thinking, 'Charlotte must have seen it. What reaction will she have when I get home tonight?'
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