Chapter 52 Frederick, I'm not dirty
Frederick didn't say a word. He slowly finished the wine in his glass, placed his hand on hers, and caressed it with a hint of ambiguity.
Charlotte, a mature woman, though inexperienced in matters of intimacy, was well-versed in subtle cues. She leaned in close to Frederick's ear and murmured, "I'm going to take a shower."
Frederick set the wine glass aside. Then, he lifted Charlotte onto the small bar counter.
Behind her was a large floor-to-ceiling window.
In front of her was the man's fiery body.
Charlotte sensed that he was in a bad mood, but she didn't know what had upset him.
Sure enough, Frederick kissed her absentmindedly, on and off, and Charlotte could hardly feel his passion.
She endured his kisses.
But she was still inexperienced, unlike Frederick, who was so controlling. Before long, she couldn't take it anymore and hugged his waist, softly pleading, "What's wrong with you?"
Frederick lifted her golden hair, revealing a clean and gentle face. As he looked at her, he couldn't help but think of how Ethan had held her earlier that evening.
Frederick gently stroked her cheek and asked, "How did things start between you and him?"
Charlotte guessed the reason for his unusual behavior. He minded her past relationship with Ethan.
She had indeed loved Ethan and been with him for four years, but she had never been intimate with him.
She tilted her head up and kissed him, her eyes slightly red.
Frederick didn't think he was the type to care about such things, but he just didn't want to continue now. He patted her and said hoarsely, "Go take a shower and get some sleep."
As he said this, he lit a cigarette and leaned against the bar, smoking slowly. He was handsome. With power and wealth to back him up, he always looks impeccable.
Charlotte watched him quietly, feeling a bit hurt.
She couldn't erase that past, and without that chapter with Ethan, she wouldn't have met Frederick, let alone moved in with him.
She mustered the courage to walk over.
Frederick's blue eyes lowered, looking at her.
Charlotte boldly took the cigarette from his lips, extinguished it, and pressed her lips against his, whispering, "Frederick, don't be so cold. I'm not dirty."
Frederick's blue eyes became intense.
He suddenly lifted her onto the bar, one hand gripping the back of her head, and kissed her deeply.
He kissed her passionately, a stark contrast to his earlier indifference. He let the fire burn with no intention of holding back.
Charlotte obediently clung to him. Obedience was the only way she could repay him.
But she didn't expect that Frederick wouldn't go all the way. Before he lost control, he whispered in her ear, "Ms. Russell, let me think about how to proceed."
Charlotte's face turned red.
He was truly bad and shameless!
Frederick's mood improved, and he teased her, "Why are you still holding onto me? You don't want to stop?"
Charlotte's face grew even hotter.
Frederick left early the next morning.
Charlotte had just moved in and was still getting used to it, making it impossible to sleep in.
She sat up and saw the marks all over her body. Although Frederick hadn't gone all the way last night, he had thoroughly enjoyed her body.
Just thinking about it made Charlotte blush, not to mention her eyes catching sight of the bedside table. There were two small boxes on it.
Charlotte was stunned.
She remembered moving things up yesterday, and Frederick hadn't brought them up.
She thought, 'Did he go back to the car to get them later?' Piecing it all together, she realized he must have seen Ethan. No wonder he was acting so strange.
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