Chapter 133 Help Me Solve It First
Sterling's kisses were all over Bella's lips, cool and intense, making her shiver. He pried her mouth open, diving in deep, leaving her breathless and a bit overwhelmed. She pushed him away, feeling like she was drowning in his kiss.
Sterling pulled back, his eyes dark with desire. "Seriously, you still don't know how to kiss?"
Bella was about to snap back, but Sterling kissed her again, cutting her off. "I'll teach you," he murmured against her lips.
Bella felt powerless under his kiss. They ended up tangled on the bed, his hand moving from her waist to her chest, kneading her skin.
Just as his hand reached the edge of her panties, he stopped. Sterling still had a shred of self-control left, and he was oddly proud of it.
"How long has it been?" he asked, his voice rough.
Bella, flushed and a bit dazed, replied, "What?"
"The doctor said no sex for two months," Sterling reminded her.
Bella was about to lose it; she really wanted to kick him off. How could he remember that now?
"One month and 25 days," she gritted out.
Sterling collapsed on top of her and then started pulling down her shirt.
Bella's eyes were misty. "What's wrong? Why'd you stop?"
Sterling sighed, "No."
Sterling seemed a bit dejected and somewhat exasperated. Bella couldn't help but feel amused, and a warmth spread through her heart. Even at this moment, he was still thinking about her health. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.
"Let's just sleep," Bella suggested, trying to calm her breath.
But Sterling grabbed her hand and guided it to his lower body. "What now?" he asked, sounding a bit helpless.
Bella's hand touched something hot and hard, making her breath hitch and her face turn even redder.
She tried to pull her hand back, but Sterling held it there. "How about you help me out first?" he asked.
Bella, unsure and embarrassed, whispered, "How?"
"With your hand," Sterling said, his voice low.
Bella was on the verge of tears, her voice trembling. "I don't know how."
Sterling chuckled. "It's okay, I'll teach you."
Bella screamed internally, feeling mortified. She remembered what Nia had said, "Do you think of Sterling as a brother or father when you're in bed?"
Her grip tightened, and Sterling groaned. Bella, scared, let go immediately, her face bright red. She pushed Nia's words out of her mind.
"Sorry, did I hurt you?" Bella asked, clueless about what to do next. "One month and 25 days, it should be okay, right?"
Sterling laughed softly. "It didn't hurt, it felt good."
Bella wanted to hide under the blanket out of embarrassment, but Sterling kissed her again. "I'm not that much of a jerk; I can wait for two months," he said.
Bella wanted to roll her eyes. Sterling was such a hypocrite. If he wasn't a jerk, why was he making her do this?
Sterling kept guiding her hand all night. By the end, Bella felt like her arms were about to fall off, and her hands were weak.
Eventually, Sterling took her to the bathroom to wash her hands. Bella couldn't even look at him or herself in the mirror, too embarrassed.
Sterling noticed her head down and silent. He whispered with a satisfied smile, "Why so shy?"
Bella wanted to snap back, but she was afraid of making him mad. So she just hummed in response, keeping quiet.
Sterling, looking very pleased, pulled her back to bed. "Let's sleep."
Out of nowhere, Bella blurted, "What about me?"
Sterling paused, then turned to her. Bella quickly buried her head in the blanket. "No, I was just kidding. Let's sleep."
Sterling laughed and hugged her from behind. "I really forgot about you. I'll help you now."
His hand slid up her nightgown, but Bella pressed it down. "I was just curious. No, I want to sleep. I have work tomorrow."
Sterling looked amused. "Really don't want to?"
Bella shook her head quickly. "No."
Seeing her so resistant, Sterling knew she was just teasing. He smiled. "Alright. If you really can't hold it in, just tell me. I'm willing to help."
Bella kicked him. "Go to sleep."
Sterling laughed and turned over, hugging her tightly from behind.
The next morning, a scream shattered the silence of Whitewater Bay.
There was a thud as something heavy hit the ground. Anna was clutching the blanket, trying to cover herself, while Colin stood up, rubbing his waist.
Anna screamed, "Why are you here? No, why am I here?"
Colin had just been kicked off the bed by Anna. Rubbing his waist, he got up, clearly grumpy. "Why am I here? This is my house. Why wouldn't I be here?"
Anna's eyes widened. "Why am I here?"
She had completely forgotten about yesterday. She held her head, feeling a headache.
Colin, holding back his anger, said, "You forgot that you got wasted last night and begged me to bring you back? You blacked out?"
Anna looked at her clothes. "Then what's with my clothes?"
She found herself wearing only a man's shirt, and nothing underneath. She felt more collapsed than yesterday and started cursing at Colin. "Colin, you jerk, you shameless bastard! You took advantage of me! Do you have any decency?"
Colin got angry. "Are you questioning my taste? I'm not interested in a woman who goes crazy when drunk and pukes all over my bed, okay?"
Anna, losing all reason, said, "Are you seriously not going to admit what you did? You're acting like nothing happened, but how do you explain my clothes? Didn't you change them?"
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