Chapter 387 Spending a Wonderful Night Together
"Such fucking rude language!"
Amelia felt disdain in her heart, but her face wore a gentle and eager smile, like a starving wolf encountering a little rabbit. One hand caressed his chest muscles while the other extended down to Christian's waist. As her face got closer, her warm breath sprayed onto Christian's skin.
"Mr. Young, don't you feel anything?"
Christian, already overheated from a cold shower, felt his blood pressure skyrocket. Her touch made him lose all composure, his face flushed, and his eyes turned red. He grabbed Amelia's slender waist with one hand and kicked the door shut with his foot!
In an instant, Amelia was roughly thrown onto the bed. Before she could curse, a flesh-colored figure pressed down on her, hovering just above her.
Next came Christian's hot breath.
Christian sneered, "With your looks, you think you can seduce me?"
Damn it! What looks? She had a curvy figure, a slim waist, long legs, and big, bright eyes. She had been an actress for years, and while her fame might be debatable, her fans never called her ugly.
Amelia raised her attractive lips and stared at Christian's almost unfocused eyes. "Mr. Young, it's not your first time with a woman. Looks don't matter with the lights off, but skills don't lie, right?"
Christian pinched her chin and twisted it back and forth. "Tell me, what are you here for?"
After some tussling, Amelia's robe opened halfway, almost revealing what was inside. She stretched out her arms, hooked them around Christian's neck, and brought her red lips to his ear, deliberately blowing warm air. "Of course, to do what one does when they can't sleep at night. A man and a woman, what do you think we can do?"
With that, she deftly flipped over. "How about a couple of drinks first?"
Christian pressed his fist against the bed, shaking his head to clear it. Strange, he only had three cans of beer in Ashley's room earlier, so why was he so dizzy?
When he came to, he found an open can of beer in his hand.
Amelia, with her slender legs, rubbed up and down against his leg, like an electric current. "Mr. Young, here's to you."
Christian's mind was a bit foggy. He felt Amelia had ulterior motives but couldn't figure it out. Foolishly, he tilted his head back and took a big gulp of beer.
Within minutes, Christian couldn't stand anymore.
He staggered and fell onto the sofa, frowning hard and asking sternly, "Did you put something in this?"
Amelia, sitting close to him, petted his hair like a dog. "Mr. Young, you have a strong constitution. It took two doses for you to feel it?"
Earlier, when they were eating, she had spiked Christian's beer. With so many people around, she didn't have time to add more, thinking that amount would be enough. But Christian only felt hot and didn't lose control.
Luckily, she had a backup plan and gave him another dose when she arrived!
Seeing Christian's dazed eyes and weak limbs, Amelia was very satisfied.
Christian tried to grab Amelia, but he was too weak to control her nimble movements.
Amelia dodged his hand, the gap only two inches, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't touch her.
"Mr. Young, remember the good deed you did? Even if you don't, I can help you recall. You took me to a hotel, stripped me, made me hurt all over, but didn't have sex with me. Such a despicable trick, I remember it well!"
Christian pinched his brow hard, forcing himself to stay awake, but his eyes grew heavier and harder to keep open. "You're pretty smart to figure out it was me."
Amelia smiled seductively, her fingers tracing his nose and chest, and stopping at his abs. "To repay Mr. Young's deep affection, I'll make sure you're satisfied tonight."
With that, Amelia found Christian's tie and belt, skillfully tying his hands and dragging him onto the bed.
Christian couldn't break free, so he stopped struggling. "Quite the player, aren't you?"
Amelia climbed onto the bed, tying his hands to the headboard and his feet to the bed, leaving him stretched out.
"Yes, without some skills, how could I be friends with Mr. Young?"
Christian's mind grew foggier, unable to see Amelia's face clearly. His strong willpower crumbled under the drug's effect, and he soon lost control.
When Amelia returned, she held a wine glass, red wine, a candle, and ice cubes.
She knelt with one leg, lifting the filled wine glass. "Mr. Young, let me offer you a drink."
Christian's vision was clouded, seeing only a blurry face, the features indistinguishable.
Amelia tilted the wine glass over his face, letting the crimson liquid flow down his forehead, spreading across his face. The eerie red quickly covered his entire face.
Christian chuckled, "Playing with me?"
Amelia poured a second glass, letting it trickle down his neck to his abdomen, stopping at his groin. "Mr. Young, a bit of ice would feel even better."
Christian felt a sharp, icy pain there!
Amelia, ever considerate, said, "Mr. Young, what you need most now is a woman, but I won't do that with you. So, I'll cool you down with some ice—feels good, right?"
"You fucking dare! I'll kill you!"
Amelia lit the candle, letting it burn for a while before tilting it over his chest. "You're stuttering threats now? I'm so scared~"
The hot wax dripped onto Christian, making him gasp sharply.
Christian's mind was foggy, but the pain was clear. His body alternated between hot and cold, a torturous experience.
"Damn it! Get out!"
Amelia held the burning candle in one hand and a cup of ice in the other. "It's rare to spend a night with Mr. Young. It'd be a shame not to make it intense. Are you enjoying this, Mr. Young?"
Cold sweat drenched Christian's forehead as he struggled weakly, the knots tightening painfully around his wrists and ankles.
He cursed, but his words were slurred and unintelligible.
Amelia, having had her fun, clapped her hands and lay down beside him, propping her head up and looking at him sideways. "Angry? Are you going to come after me tomorrow? Your fierce look is so scary."
Christian's head felt like it had been run over by a truck, the pain excruciating, his ears ringing. "Let... let me go."
Amelia patted his face. "Don't worry, you'll forget this by tomorrow. It's been a wonderful night, don't be too moved."
Christian was completely out of it, and as the pain subsided, his consciousness plunged into darkness.
Amelia finished a few last tasks and left lightly.
The next day.
When Christian woke up, his head felt like it had been beaten with a sack of bricks, both painful and dizzy.
"Damn it!" Christian raised his sore arm, a simple movement that nearly killed him.
After cursing, he struggled to open his eyes, and in the haze, he was stunned.
What was on his bed?
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