Chapter 82 Frederick, Be Gentle
Frederick was on the edge of losing it. Pressing his forehead against Charlotte's, he said hoarsely, "I'll have Mr. Jones send a car for us."
Charlotte bit her lip gently. Frederick, after a few drinks, was practically a beast.
Nathan, ever reliable, quickly arranged for a trusted driver to get them home safely.
Frederick had been holding back for a long time. As soon as they got into the elevator, he started kissing Charlotte. When they just got home, he hugged her slender waist from behind and lightly nibbled her earlobe. "You look great just like this."
Charlotte was surprised. She thought she needed to take a shower and freshen up.
But Frederick had already scooped her up, kissing her as he removed her high heels. When he was passionate, he was both dominant and charming, and Charlotte couldn't resist it at all.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes soft. "Frederick, be gentle."
On the bed, he was fiery with passion, and Charlotte was very cooperative, so he let go and enjoyed himself.
Until Frederick surprisingly found that it was Charlotte's first time.
She had been with Ethan for four years and had never actually done it.
Frederick didn't care if she was a virgin, but knowing that she had never done it before made him happy. He gently kissed Charlotte and said tenderly, "I didn't know it. You should have told me earlier."
Otherwise, he would have been gentler.
Charlotte blushed and turned her face away slightly.
Her pure and shy demeanor made her endearing, and Frederick only did it twice with her considering it was her first time.
Earlier, when they were kissing passionately in the hotel parking lot, Ethan was not far away in a black car. Ethan watched them for a long time.
He masochistically watched Charlotte kiss Frederick. He could even see Charlotte actively kissing the man's chin. He could see every change in her expression clearly!
Charlotte liked Frederick! This realization made Ethan's face pale.
The driver held the steering wheel, not daring to make a sound, until Ethan spoke softly, "Let's go!"
The driver finally breathed a sigh of relief and slowly drove the car out of the parking lot. After driving a bit, he dared to ask, "Mr. Cooper, where are we headed?"
Ethan's tone was indifferent. "To the club."
The driver, being his confidant, knew which club Ethan frequented, so he turned the car around.
Ethan drank at the party. When he got to the club's private room, he called Julia to accompany him, taking advantage of his drunkenness.
Julia liked Ethan very much. Who wouldn't like a handsome, wealthy, and generous man? Julia leaned against him, drinking and singing a few love songs. But Ethan didn't need any of that; he just wanted a woman to vent his anger towards Charlotte.
Yes, anger!
Julia, who looked very much like Charlotte, became his target for venting. He was not gentle at all, tormenting the girl in his arms. He leaned against her neck, his voice husky and sexy. "How am I not as good as him? Did you give all your love to him? Tell me, Charlotte! Tell me!"
Perhaps he was too obsessed, and Julia started crying in fear. Her small, thin body trembled. "Mr. Cooper, I'm not Charlotte. I'm Julia."
Ethan opened his drunken eyes. His eyes were bloodshot, looking somewhat terrifying.
The Julia in his arms was pitifully beautiful, but not Charlotte.
He was convinced that Charlotte must be smug right now after what had happened tonight and could not possibly look so pitiful. Ethan gritted his teeth in hatred. He wanted to continue, but he couldn't accept anyone else, either physically or mentally even if it was a face that looked just like Charlotte's.
Ethan rolled to the side, half-collapsing on the sofa and closing his eyes lightly. "You go out. I need some time alone."
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