Chapter 249 Women's Underwear
Diana's eyes were half-closed, too tired to fight back, but when she heard his words, she immediately spoke up. "I'll do it myself."
She fumbled around her vagina, but couldn't manage to get anything out.
Charles watched her movements. Her hands were all over the place, making her more uncomfortable the more she touched. She started to squirm restlessly.
Charles, feeling aroused again from her movements, grabbed her wandering hand and pinned it to his chest.
"Relax, spread your legs," he coaxed softly.
Diana paused. She was tired, but not stupid.
Half-awake, she felt Charles's long fingers parting her swollen flesh. His hands were much rougher than hers, but his touch was gentle.
His index and middle fingers stretched her open while his thumb rubbed her clit, continuously stimulating her.
A tingling sensation spread from below, and Diana's head drooped weakly as she watched herself being played with, powerless to stop it.
Her body was already extremely sensitive, and it didn't take long before her empty vagina contracted violently, waves of pleasure crashing over her.
Warm fluid gushed out, a mix of clear liquid and milky semen, flowing out in spurts.
Diana closed her eyes, unable to make a sound. She panted, leaning against Charles, letting him lather her up with soap.
The fruity-scented bubbles covered her, and his erect penis pressed against her buttocks, rubbing.
But his face remained serious and cold, as if he were handling an important document rather than giving her a bath.
Diana nestled obediently in his arms, her whole body feeling like it was melting.
As he washed her, Charles leaned in, planting light kisses on her, making Diana's neck tingle. She raised a hand and slapped him.
But the slap was so weak it was almost negligible.
Charles, unfazed, continued washing off the bubbles until he was satisfied there was no more smell of semen. He dried Diana off and tucked her into bed.
The intense sex had left Diana's body completely exhausted. Her mind was foggy, and she fell asleep almost as soon as she hit the bed.
Charles, on the other hand, looked refreshed, like a well-fed beast.
After taking care of Diana, he picked up his phone to deal with the day's events.
He called Nolan, and as soon as the call connected, he ordered, "Find out what's going on between Noah and Diana."
Nolan didn't even get a word in before being cut off. "Also, put pressure on the Richardson Group. Don't give them any breathing room."
He wanted to ask how Diana was and if they had fought, but he didn't dare trigger Charles. He just nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Percy, I'll get right on it."
Their conversation was brief and efficient, ending in less than two minutes.
Charles put down his phone, his gaze falling on Diana's peaceful sleeping face.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and her brows furrowed slightly, her whole body curling up as if she felt unsafe, sleeping restlessly.
He lifted the blanket, ready to lie down, when his phone suddenly rang.
The only person who would dare call him at this hour was Eugene. On the other end, the background was noisy with various voices.
Eugene, holding a woman close, took a sip of the drink she offered, his tone light, "How's it going? Was the Richardson family party a success?"
Eugene had also received an invitation but wasn't interested in Vance. He'd rather spend his time partying at Mirage Nights Club.
"Mr. Bailey, who are you talking to? You're not paying attention, drink up!" a woman beside him teased, running her hands over his chest and offering him another drink.
Eugene laughed and drank it.
Charles's voice was calm on the other end, "Are you at Mirage Nights Club?"
Eugene looked up and replied, "Yeah? Are you done? Want to join my surprise party?"
He knew Charles would never come. Usually, Charles would just hang up and tell him to get lost.
"Eugene, bring me something." Charles ordered.
Since Eugene was nearby, he didn't need to call Nolan.
Eugene raised an eyebrow, curious, "What do you need?"
"A set of women's underwear and a dress." Charles paused, glanced at Diana, roughly estimated her size, and continued, "Size 6, bring it to my room."
Eugene's eyes widened, pushing away the fruit his companion offered, his voice rising, "What? Charles, what have you been up to?"
"I won't repeat myself. Hurry up!"
Charles didn't want to explain. Eugene was extremely nosy, always wanting to know every detail. If Charles wasn't so cold and to the point, Eugene would have pried everything out of him.
In less than half an hour, there was a knock at the door.
Eugene had clearly run over, his hair disheveled, panting, holding a bag of clothes, probably scavenged from one of his companions.
Charles barely opened the door before Eugene pushed his way in.
Seeing the scratches on Charles's body, Eugene's suspicions were confirmed. "Charles! You and Diana..."
He didn't get to finish before Charles cut him off coldly, "You can leave now."
Charles reached for the clothes. If there had been any women's clothes in the room, he wouldn't have called Eugene.
Eugene quickly stepped back, hiding the clothes behind him, pressing, "Did I guess right?"
Seeing Charles's frown, Eugene's expression turned serious, "I'm not trying to meddle. If you have feelings for someone, I'm happy for you. But Diana isn't just any woman. This could backfire."
If it were any other woman, Eugene would have praised Charles. But with Diana, he wasn't sure.
If she was the type who wouldn't easily compromise or tolerate humiliation, she might wake up and do something drastic.
"How do you know she was forced?" Charles's expression was cold, clearly impatient.
Eugene looked him over and said, "It's been less than a month since you told me you liked her. How could she be willing?"
Charles wasn't good at pursuing women, and Diana hated him. If she agreed in a month, pigs would fly.
Charles's expression darkened further. Eugene was right; Diana wasn't willing.
He was annoyed, snapping, "Give me the clothes and get out!"
Eugene shook his head, handing over the clothes, offering one last piece of advice, "Charles, love isn't like business. You can be ruthless at work, and people will bow to your power. But some women don't care about that, and you won't be able to keep them."
The door slammed shut in response.
Charles frowned, rummaging through the bag.
Eugene had prepared thoroughly, including underwear, pajamas, and outerwear, a whole assortment.
But the styles were all over the place.
The pajamas in his hand had cartoon strawberries on them.
Charles frowned, pulling the sleeping Diana out of bed.
Her eyes were tightly closed, her face resting against his chest, her hands limp at her sides.
Feeling herself being touched, she cried out softly. "No!"
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