Chapter 1788
Cynthia's feet tingled under Kevin's touch, stirring up some romantic feelings. After waiting for a while and seeing Kevin not making any further moves, still just massaging her feet, she couldn't help but complain, "Kevin, is foot massage the only thing you know how to do?" Even though she was enjoying the massage, that was just an excuse. Did she invite Kevin to her room tonight just for a foot rub? Who would believe that? She was getting frustrated.
Initially, it was Kevin who wanted it, and she resisted. But now the roles were reversed. She was being so forward, yet Kevin was playing dumb. She had to spell it out for him. Despite being older, she felt awkward trying to seduce a sixteen-year-old boy. Kevin chuckled and moved his hand up to massage Cynthia's calf at a leisurely pace. Cynthia was getting angry. They had been in the room for ten minutes, and Kevin had only reached her calf. At this rate, it would be dawn by the time he got to her thigh.
Kevin was doing it on purpose because she had refused him earlier. That's why he was teasing her now. Cynthia was irritated and decided to stay silent, challenging Kevin to see who would give in first.
She misjudged Kevin. He wasn't being petty. He genuinely enjoyed massaging Cynthia's feet and found it more exciting than sex. It was as if he had a foot fetish and couldn't derive pleasure from intercourse but got excited when a woman's foot touched his lower body. Could he also have a foot fetish?
Cynthia appeared calm on the surface, but inside, she was extremely restless. Tonight, she wanted to indulge herself, but Kevin was not cooperating. She regretted not dragging him to bed as soon as they entered the room, fueled by alcohol, to see if he would still play dumb.
Suddenly, her phone rang. Cynthia checked and saw a message from Albert asking where she was. She coughed and said, "Alright, stop massaging. Someone is inviting me for dinner." Kevin was surprised and instinctively asked, "Who?"
"Who else but your good friend, Albert?" Cynthia said with a smile, showing Kevin the message on her phone. She pretended to be hesitant, "Should I go alone or with you?"
Seeing Cynthia's expression, Kevin understood. She was trying to provoke him with Albert, maybe even make them compete for her. But he had a commitment to Albert and didn't feel a strong desire to have sex with Cynthia. So, he calmly said, "You go by yourself, I won't go."
Cynthia was taken aback, thinking Kevin didn't understand her intentions. She emphasized, "Kevin, if I go to meet Albert, it's not just for dinner. Do you want me to go? I don't want to go. Just say the word, and I'll reject him."
Kevin chuckled inwardly. Cynthia was good at sowing discord. He and Albert were childhood friends, and he had promised Albert before. He couldn't repeat the same mistake for Cynthia. "Cynthia, Albert likes you."
After a moment of hesitation, Kevin added, "I care about Albert's feelings as a friend, and of course, I respect your choice."
"Kevin, you jerk!"
Hearing Kevin's words, Cynthia felt like she was being toyed with, shaking with anger. She slapped Kevin hard across the face and stormed out of the room.
In the business world, she was always in control, using her skills and emotional intelligence to navigate relationships with clients and distributors. Facing Kevin, she felt a sense of superiority, even though she was being somewhat forced by him. She believed she could easily manipulate him.
Refusing to have a relationship with Kevin was more about increasing her value. She couldn't let him have her easily. Even her ambiguous relationship with Albert was to spark jealousy in Kevin and maintain control over him.
But at that moment, she realized Kevin had seen through her intentions. Maybe Kevin and Albert had already reached an agreement, explaining Kevin's nonchalant attitude.
The thought of a forty-year-old woman being played by a teenager made Cynthia blush with embarrassment and anger. She would rather be forced by Kevin than be treated like a toy to be shared among friends. That would be the ultimate insult.
Cynthia briskly left the hotel, and her phone rang again. It was Albert asking if she had arrived. She turned off her phone. She had never intended to go to dinner with Albert. From start to finish, Albert had been a tool she used to balance Kevin.
But what should she do next? Should she fall out with Kevin like this? Cynthia felt a bit helpless. In the end, she had overestimated her attractiveness to Kevin.
Last time at Egret Hot Springs Hotel, Kevin was always with a beautiful girl who was probably his girlfriend. At forty, no matter how stylish she dressed, she wouldn't get any younger. In Kevin's eyes, she was just a somewhat attractive older woman. Compared to Audrey's stunning beauty, she felt like nothing.
Cynthia slowly calmed down and began to reassess her relationship with Kevin. She had to admit that she was currently dependent on Kevin. Besides her body, she didn't have much leverage, which was why she subconsciously wanted to raise her value.
She glanced back at the hotel's second-floor window. She knew that if she left like this, her relationship with Kevin would deteriorate. As long as Daisy was around, Edgar would never be promoted. Once she turned forty-five, she would be completely marginalized.
Cynthia hesitated about whether to apologize to Kevin. Suddenly, a drunk man staggered over and, seeing Cynthia standing on the roadside, grinned and said, "Hey beautiful, how much for a night with you?" It seemed like they mistook Cynthia for a prostitute. Cynthia gave the man a cold look, didn't say a word, and took a few steps away, knowing there was no reasoning with a drunk person.
The drunk man approached again, staring at Cynthia's stockings and legs, drooling, "Why are you ignoring me? How much, $200 okay?"
"You've got the wrong person," Cynthia frowned, coldly saying, "If you continue, I'll call the police."
"Don't act all innocent. Dressed like that, you must be a hooker," the drunk man reached for Cynthia's chest, "Your breasts are so perky, let me touch them to see if they're real." Cynthia was shocked by his actions, screamed, and tried to run, but the man grabbed her from behind, feeling a hard object pressing against her buttocks through her stockings. She screamed loudly, but it was late at night, and there were no pedestrians around.
"Beauty, stop screaming. I'll give you money. $200 isn't enough? How about $300, let me have some fun for a night." The drunk man's hips kept moving, panting, reaching to pull down Cynthia's sheer stockings. He was excited, never expecting to encounter such a seductive woman late at night. The fleshy buttocks felt great to touch.
"Let me go!"
Cynthia was terrified, struggling and twisting her hips, but the man managed to pull down her stockings and even her panties to her knees, revealing her soft buttocks. His hot cock pressed against her vaginal opening, but because he was drunk, it was a bit soft and struggled to penetrate. It kept rubbing against her vaginal opening, but there was a possibility of it entering at any moment.
Just then, a police car appeared at a crossroads in the distance, flashing blue and red lights, giving Cynthia hope in her despair. She called out loudly, and the drunk man, seeing the police car, quickly let go of Cynthia and ran off, pulling up his pants.
Cynthia quickly pulled up her panties and stockings, fixed her hair, and then entered the hotel, relieved. Harmony County had undergone several crackdowns, and public safety had greatly improved. There were no major gangs like the ones in the north, but troublemakers who drank too much were hard to avoid.
Should she go back to find Kevin? Cynthia was indecisive.
If it werejust for Edgar's future, she didn't need to compromise so much. Especially after tonight's events, her thoughts had changed. The key was whether Kevin could help her in the future. Daisy's influence was limited to the public security system and didn't directly benefit her business. If she had to sacrifice her dignity, she might as well find someone more useful to her.
In the room, Kevin absentmindedly watched TV, his face still stinging. Despite being slapped by Cynthia, he felt relieved. It was better this way. He might as well have a clear conversation with her. Being a man was hard, being a decent man was even harder.
He called Audrey on his phone, but she was still having dinner with her colleagues and planned to go to a bar for karaoke afterward. She probably wouldn't be back until late.
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