Chapter 147 A Cleaner in Bed?
When Bella and Sterling got home, the moment they stepped inside, Sterling pushed her up against the door.
He slammed the door shut, pinning Bella against the wall, and kissed her hard. She could smell the strong scent of alcohol on him; he must've had quite a bit to drink tonight.
Bella shoved him away, saying, "You reek. I need a shower."
But Sterling wouldn't let go, kissing her from her lips down to her neck. He clung to her, kissing her nonstop.
Getting a bit annoyed, Bella said, "Sterling, go take a shower, or I'll get mad. You smell awful."
Her voice, with a hint of playful scolding, only made Sterling more uncontrollable, and he kissed her even deeper.
Bella kept pushing him away. Feeling tipsy and overwhelmed by her scent, Sterling couldn't stay calm. He held her tight and moved step by step towards the bathroom.
"Let's shower together," Sterling said.
Bella was almost out of breath from his kisses, her face blushing. Finally, Sterling half-carried her into the bathroom.
Bella didn't know how she ended up in bed; by the time they came out of the bathroom, an hour had passed.
When Sterling lifted her leg again on the bed, she felt like ants were biting her all over, making her extremely uncomfortable.
Sterling leaned down to kiss her, no longer teasing, and then entered her body, gripping Bella's waist. Bella arched her neck from the impact, and the next second, Sterling seemed to deliberately torment her, thrusting rhythmically.
Maybe it was the alcohol, but Sterling was unusually excited, more so than ever. His blood was boiling, and he kept thinking of ways to torment Bella, flipping her over and over.
She felt like a sailboat on the sea, or a leaf battered by wind and rain, barely holding on.
Eventually, she couldn't resist the drowsiness and didn't know when she fell asleep. She only knew that when she woke up the next day, her body felt sore and not her own.
Meanwhile, the culprit, Sterling, was in a great mood, leisurely getting dressed and even turned to ask her, "What do you want for breakfast?"
Bella, furious, buried herself in the blanket, not wanting to talk to him anymore. It seemed she couldn't let him drink again.
The morning at Whitewater Bay was equally restless. Colin had been tormented almost all night, barely sleeping for two hours at dawn.
Now, looking at Anna still asleep in his arms, he couldn't hold on any longer and gave Anna a gentle squeeze before getting up to take a cold shower. The cold shower in the early morning was unpleasant, but he had been holding it in all night and needed relief before he burst.
After the shower, Colin felt the heat in his body subside a bit. As he dried his hair and came out, he saw Anna still sleeping soundly. It seemed she was also exhausted from last night's cleaning.
Colin looked at Anna's peaceful sleeping face, feeling pretty good about seeing her first thing in the morning. As he dried his hair and headed downstairs to the living room, he suddenly heard the doorbell.
He figured it was the cleaning service he had called yesterday to clean the sofa covers and take them to the dry cleaners, as Anna had insisted.
Without thinking much, Colin went to open the door.
When he opened the door, he was stunned. After a closer look, he remembered who was standing in front of him.
"Colin, look what I brought you," Opal Turner said, holding up a food container in front of him.
Colin's face suddenly darkened, "What are you doing here?"
To be precise, how did Opal find Whitewater Bay? He had lived here alone for years, and no one had ever visited.
Opal, smiling, said, "Colin, I'm your fiancée. Isn't it normal for me to visit you? I never came before because I didn't want to upset you. Today, I was passing by, and your mother asked me to bring you breakfast. Look."
As Opal spoke, she tried to walk inside, but Colin blocked her at the door. He really didn't have any good feelings towards Opal. They had met twice, and he felt no attraction or desire to continue the relationship.
It was a marriage arranged by his mother, a good match in her eyes, but he had never agreed to it.
"Whatever you need to say, say it here," Colin decided not to let her in.
Opal, with her bad temper and striking looks, immediately got angry when she saw Colin's cold face. "Why won't you let me in? Is there a mistress hiding inside?"
Colin's brow furrowed, knowing Anna was still inside asleep. He didn't want Opal to wake her. He stiffly blocked Opal, saying, "There's no woman. Don't make a scene."
But Opal, sensing something was wrong, pushed past Colin and rushed inside. "I want to see which slut you're hiding. We haven't even married, and you're already keeping a mistress. I want to see who it is."
Colin's frown deepened, his body tightly blocking Opal. "Stop it. There's no woman."
But Opal's voice grew louder, "Whoever it is, come out! I saw a pair of women's sneakers at the door. Stop lying to me. Come out!"
Suddenly, Anna's voice came from behind him, "Who's there? Why all the noise this early in the morning?"
Colin's body stiffened at her words.
Anna, rubbing her eyes, shouted irritably, her face full of annoyance from being woken up.
When Anna and Opal's eyes met, Anna felt doomed. Colin's fiancée had found her.
Opal rushed over, grabbing Anna and angrily demanding, "You shameless woman. Why are you in Colin's bed? Who are you?"
Anna looked helplessly at Colin, who pulled Opal away and shielded Anna behind him. "This is between us. Don't drag her into it."
Anna peeked out from behind him, whispering, "It's a misunderstanding. I'm just a part-time cleaner."
Opal cursed, "You bitch! Who are you fooling? A cleaner in bed?"
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