Chapter 245 Bathing
Diana thought, 'If it comes down to it, I can just beat up the old man again, like last time.'
Just as she was about to give up, she noticed Charles standing in front of her, his eyes intense, his breathing heavy.
The spot where she had kissed him earlier felt like it was on fire, heating up rapidly.
His erection was painfully hard.
Without a word, he grabbed Diana's wrist and led her towards the room.
As he entered the code, the door opened.
This room at the Mirage Nights Club was exclusively his, cleaned daily and impeccably tidy.
Diana had expected to see a group of pot-bellied businessmen when the door opened, but she was momentarily stunned by the clean and orderly suite.
Behind her, the door slammed shut heavily.
In the next second, she was pulled into an embrace, Charles's chin resting in the crook of her shoulder, gently rubbing against her, his voice low and suggestive.
"No need to entertain old men anymore. You've got a young man now."
Diana's body tensed as she realized she had been played.
Damn it! How could he have found an old man in such a short time?
It was clear now—this jerk Charles had planned this from the start!
Diana broke free from his embrace, her expression one of disgust. "If you're driven by desire, don't come to me."
Under the light, Charles's deep-set eyes and calm expression showed no sign of being offended by her words.
Diana wasn't exactly petite for a woman, but next to Charles, she still seemed delicate and fragile.
Desire surged within him, his erection visibly straining against his pants.
His face darkened as he slowly approached her.
Diana was forced to retreat until she had nowhere left to go, ending up cornered on the sofa.
She pressed her hands against Charles's chest, warning him. "I'm pregnant, don't mess around!"
But soon, her hands were pinned above her head.
Charles leaned down, his hot breath fanning across her face.
She swallowed hard, blurting out, "I'm pregnant! You beast!"
Charles squinted, seemingly contemplating where to start.
His gaze quickly shifted to Diana's pink earlobe.
The moment his tongue touched it, she felt a shiver run down her spine, her voice changing pitch.
It sounded soft and alluring, so different from her usual tough demeanor.
Her ear was a sensitive spot, and Diana panted heavily, her only free right foot kicking out desperately.
"Stop it! I'm pregnant."
It was her only card to play, but it was useless now.
Charles paused for a moment, then whispered to her, "I asked the doctor. After three months, it's fine."
With that, he began planting kisses along her neck.
Seeing that words were useless, Diana felt a deep sense of helplessness, her mind becoming somewhat dazed.
She couldn't understand why Charles suddenly wanted to have sex with her.
Sensing her lack of resistance, Charles released her hands.
His fingers threaded through her soft hair while his other hand slid up her skirt, tracing and gently kneading her inner thigh.
But Diana's eyes remained cold. She looked at Charles calmly.
Just as his eyes grew hazy and he was about to kiss her lips, she reached out a hand, covering his mouth, and asked, "Charles, who am I?"
If it were any other man, lost in lust, he would have just taken her.
But Charles wasn't like that. The only explanation she could fathom was that he viewed her as a stand-in.
A hint of impatience showed as Charles's eyes cleared slightly.
Diana felt his wet breath on her palm and pulled her hand away in disgust, wiping it on his shirt.
"Are you a dog? Stop licking."
"Diana." Charles propped himself up over her, breathing heavily, then suddenly spoke.
Diana frowned, not understanding. He continued, "Who am I?"
She realized he was answering her earlier question.
It wasn't about a stand-in; he simply wanted to have sex with her.
Seeing her not respond, Charles mischievously pressed his hips against her, urging her. "Who am I?"
Diana frowned, covering her nose as she pushed him away.
"I don't know you. Go take a shower; you stink!"
In the next second, Charles let out a cold laugh and actually got off her.
But soon, Diana realized it wasn't that simple.
Charles not only went to the bathroom himself but also dragged her along. "Let's shower together."
"No! I'm clean, you go away!" She clung to the doorframe, trying to resist Charles.
But as he pried her fingers off one by one, she was carried into the shower.
As the water sprayed down, Diana's clothes were soaked through.
Her dress, though loose, was made of soft, clingy material, and now it was almost see-through, sticking to her body.
It was a tantalizing sight.
Diana let out a startled cry, wiping the water from her face, cursing, "Are you crazy? I said I don't want to shower!"
Charles held the showerhead, looking down at her, his voice cold. "You need a good wash. You reek of other men."
He ran his tongue over his teeth, his jaw clenching.
Today, not only had Billy touched her, but also that Noah.
He had only taken his eyes off her for a moment, and she had another suitor.
With a playful smirk, he thought, 'What a troublesome woman.'
Right now, Diana was glaring at him, angrily covering her chest.
Her left foot hurt from the hot water, making it impossible to run.
She hadn't planned on making a fuss about the store's mistake, but now she wanted to smash it to pieces.
She cursed inwardly, 'They are all accomplices!'
Charles seemed to realize something too. He looked down at her swollen ankle, and his eyes darkened with concern.
In the next second, he put down the showerhead and scooped her up.
Diana let out a startled cry, unable to react before he placed her on the bathroom counter. The cold surface made her shiver.
Charles lifted her left foot, asking in a low voice, "What happened?"
"None of your business!" Diana retorted defiantly, but the next second he pressed on the injured spot, causing her to cry out in pain.
Her delicate toes twitched for a moment, then went limp.
Her foot was soft, clearly not used to much exercise. Charles squeezed it twice, and before Diana could curse, he commented, "Serves you right."
He turned the showerhead back on, rinsing her swollen ankle. The warm water made it both painful and numb.
After a while, Charles put down the showerhead, lifting her foot to examine it closely.
Diana frowned, finding the situation quite embarrassing as her dress had ridden up to her hips in a rather suggestive manner.
She tried to move her left leg, wanting to break free.
Even with his erection painfully hard, Charles took his time, savoring the moment.
He suddenly lowered his head, his lips and teeth brushing against her injury, giving it a gentle bite.
Diana felt both pain and a strange tickle.
Not only that, he began kissing up from her ankle.
He licked away the water droplets, leaving tiny red marks on her leg.
Diana's expression was one of restraint, her hands gripping the marble counter, trying not to slip.
Charles squinted, spreading her legs, pushing her dress up further. Her white lace panties looked both innocent and seductive.
Diana felt a heat in her lower abdomen. No woman could remain unaffected by such teasing.
Her eyes grew misty, biting her lip as she felt Charles's teeth tugging at the edge of her panties.
His tongue eagerly explored her, much like unwrapping a much-anticipated gift.
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