Chapter 23 Thank the Greens

When the police came and Eddie's wound was taken care of, it was all night.
She felt tired and wanted to have a good sleep.
When she came in the house, she heard some pleasant laughter, sexy and flirting.
"Mr. Green, do you like me? don't you..."
Then some ambiguous noise.
Sandra frowned her forehead and rushed faster.
The scene in the living room was clearly in her eyes.
A man naked on the top with a bath towel around his waist loosely. He was sitting at the couch casually, eyes closed, sleeping pretentiously.
A woman with heavy makeup and curly hair was squatting at his waist, with her pink tongue sliding across his abdomen, and further downwards.
Sandra's throat was dry and her feet were fixed on the floor. She couldn't utter a word.
It seemed that Clinton heard something noise and then opened his eyes.
There was just sharp gaze, but no lust in his eyes.
He was mocking at her like that.
"The doctor said you were about to die, didn't he? Oh, maybe because your life was too cheap, the devil didn't want even?"
The woman over his body had her head up when hearing the voice and shouted out of surprise and tried to hide herself up in his arms, naked.
"Clinton, who is she?"
Clinton's finger was lingering around her shoulder occasionally.
Looked at her from top to the bottom and then smiled viciously.
"She? A servant only."
Sandra couldn't respond.
She knew he abhorred her, but she didn't know to such an extent.
When the woman heard a servant only, she felt relieved and looked at her arrogantly with her chin up.
"What are you doing standing there? Get out!"
Sandra's eyes were on Clinton.
His eyes were full of interest of watching a good show, but had no intention of interrupt.
She took a deep breath.
Turned away and walked in stride.
"Wait!"
The woman rolled her eyes and changed her mind.
"Come, pour some tea to me and Mr. Green."
Since Mr. Green was spoiling her, she must make use of her privilege before it expired.
Sandra's feet were like sticked to the floor. She didn't move.
The woman got even more proud.
"Why not move? Is there any servant like you? Do you believe I can ask Mr. Green to fire you?"
Sandra couldn't take it any longer and turned around to look at her coldly.
"This lady, please get out."
Her eyes were originally indifferent, and now they were mixed with anger which carried so much power that frightened the woman.
She retreated and then realized she lost her grace and then she burst into huge anger.
"You tell me to get out? Who are you?"
"Just because this is my house, it's mine!"
Sandra even didn't care to look at her but went to open the door, "Please!"
The woman was frightened with her eyes on Clinton.
"Mr. Green, Look, what she..."
"Get out!"
Clinton leaned back with hands folded, uttered loud and clear.
The woman was angry and anxious, but she couldn't do anything but left angrily. She put on the clothes awkwardly and went out.
When she was about to leave, she rolled her eyes at Sandra.
Sandra closed the door without expression, calmly.
In a second, a pair of hands was curled around her waist from behind.
His arms were so tight that she couldn't breathe properly as if he was about to take her life.
The man's sexual breath was all over her ears.
The action was intimate but his words were humiliating.
"Your house?
"If it was not for the Green's, you may earn your life at some pimp somewhere. Now you have the courage to say so?"
Sandra's heart seemed to be penetrated with his words.
Then she thought of her brother's words, which made her laugh vaguely.
"Yes, I should be grateful to the Greens."
"...... "
Her absent-mindedness drove him more unpleasant.
Did she ignore him?
He lowered his head to bite her slim neck with 70% of his full power.
The pain made her gasp and then she was lifted completely and thrown onto the couch.
While they were dragging and pushing, the towel around his waist fell off. His cock stood up outstandingly in front of her.
She was unprepared and tried to turn away but then her face was snatched.
"Why do you pretend? You chased that woman away because you were jealous of her and wanted me to treat you the same, didn't you?"
Her features were distorted out of his snatch and she squeezed some words in difficulty.
"I think you should consider how Ms. Lee would feel about it."
She was thrown forcefully away as soon as she finished her sentence.
Clinton cast a glimpse at her ruthlessly and then took a couple of Kleenex to clean his hands, resentfully.
"You do know your position."
It took her quite a long time to sit up from the couch while watching the man was leaving farther and farther. She curled herself up to have her forehead against her knees.
He was right.
She was actually... jealous.