Chapter 929 He Likes Tomboys Now
Zephyr stared at her. "I'm not drunk."
People who say that usually are utterly hammered.
"Then tell me, who am I?" Jane asked.
Zephyr flicked her forehead. "Are you dumb? You're Tomboy Jane."
Jane was speechless.
Tomboy!
She never cared when others called her that, but hearing it from Zephyr stung.
Her face darkened. "Get off me."
Zephyr, clueless he upset her, pressed down even more.
Jane was almost suffocating. "Zephyr, I said get off!"
He looked at her. "Jane, my wound doesn't hurt anymore."
Jane froze. Seeing the desire in his eyes, she got it.
His wound didn't hurt, so he wanted sex!
It seemed he wasn't that drunk.
Zephyr's body was warm, especially down there.
Jane looked at his gentle face, her heart racing.
"Why aren't you saying anything, Jane? My wound doesn't hurt anymore."
He rubbed his nose against her face, almost like a puppy.
Jane swallowed. "Do you want to have sex with me?"
Zephyr said, "You said it, you can't take it back."
Even tipsy, he was clear-headed.
Jane thought of something. "Do you still like Sandy?"
Zephyr froze, silent.
Jane's racing heart calmed down.
"Zephyr, are you sure you want me and not just using me as a stand-in for Sandy?"
He finally spoke, "No. You're you, she's her. You're different."
"How are we different?" Jane asked.
"She's gentler than you," he said after a pause.
Jane's face darkened again. "Yeah, I'm a Tomboy. What now? Are you trying to have sex with a Tomboy? Get off me now!"
Zephyr held her tighter.
Jane felt a lump in her throat. "Zephyr, do you want to crush me?"
He stared at her. "No, I want to eat you."
Jane chuckled. "No, Tomboys don't taste good."
Zephyr didn't reply, just kissed her.
"No, you smell good. Jane, my taste has changed. Now I like you, this Tomboy."
Jane was speechless.
He kept calling her Tomboy. Even though he said he liked her, it felt off.
She tried to push him away, but he kissed her again.
Zephyr kissed her slowly, wearing down her resistance.
Jane pulled back slightly. "Are you sure you like me?"
"Yes," he answered without hesitation.
Jane's eyes shifted. "Then let's get married?"
Zephyr paused, then resumed kissing, letting out a hum.
'Does he agree?'
Jane raised an eyebrow, wanting to say something.
But Zephyr was impatient.
Jane closed her eyes, feeling his passion. She wondered if he was drunk or sober.
He agreed so quickly. Should she record it?
Zephyr's fingers quickly unbuttoned her shirt and yanked off her pants. His movements were swift.
He kissed her from her lips down to her chest. Jane's breathing quickened.
"Zephyr, why are you so good at undressing people?"
"Done it a lot," he mumbled, kissing her collarbone.
"Done it a lot?" Jane frowned. "Been with many women?"
Zephyr's kisses moved lower, lingering on her chest. "Dissected many women."
A tingling sensation spread from her chest to her limbs, making her toes curl. She swallowed, realizing he meant medical school practice.
'Will Zephyr dissect me next?' she wondered.
While she was lost in thought, Zephyr pressed down again. Her legs spread apart, and with a wave of pain, their bodies fit together.
Zephyr paused, sighing in comfort. Jane groaned in pain, her fingers scratching his back.
'Damn, so this is what the first time feels like!' she thought.
At a high-end club, Hubert sat on a sofa, holding a wine glass and taking a call from his assistant. Hearing that Finnegan had signed a deal with Zephyr, a sinister look flashed in his eyes.
He hung up, downed his drink, and smashed the glass on the ground. The glass shattered with a bang.
Genevieve Brooks, fresh from a shower and wearing a silk robe, came out of the bathroom, startled by the noise. The small mole under her right eye twitched with her scream.
Hubert, looking sinister, tore open his shirt and kicked the coffee table. "That damn bastard, I underestimated him. He actually secured the deal!"
Genevieve, with her delicate features and smooth skin, tightened her robe and poured another glass of wine. She sat next to Hubert. "Hubert, why are you so angry?"
Hubert glanced at her, took the wine glass, set it aside, and pulled her into his arms. His hand reached into her robe, grabbing her breast hard.
"It's that bastard Zephyr. He snatched my project. What should I do to him?" He treated her like a toy.
Genevieve's face paled from the pain. She patted his hand to soothe him. "It's just a deal. There's still a long way to go. Teach him another lesson."
Hubert withdrew his hand, his expression softening a bit. "You're right. It's not easy for him to settle down in the company."
Genevieve nodded. "Exactly, so don't be angry. If you get angry, you lose."
Hubert smiled, stroking her smooth hair, a hint of lust in his eyes. "I'm in a bad mood today. How do you plan to please me?"
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