Chapter 232: Erin Finally Pounces on Richard
"Have you thought it through?" Richard's voice was hoarse. Despite his rapid and burning breath, he still rationalized for Erin to think it through.
"Richard," Erin unbuttoned Richard's shirt impatiently. "Stop with the talk and show some manliness."
Richard looked at his ruined shirt. "Could you unbutton it properly..." He would have to sew it himself.
"Call me sister, sister will take care of you." Erin continued to tease Richard.
"I'm older than you," Richard corrected Erin's address very seriously.
"..." Erin rolled her eyes, feeling frustrated. "That's what adds spice to it."
Richard expressed his confusion.
Erin kissed Richard's lips and her delicate fingers wandered aimlessly.
Richard felt like his body was about to ignite. Desire had overcome his rationality.
"Remember what I said..." Suddenly, Richard picked Erin up and turned on the shower, pressing his lips heavily against hers.
Richard took the initiative and Erin felt a bit intimidated. "Should we go... to the bed? It's uncomfortable here with all the sharp edges."
Richard's breathing grew heavy. He held Erin tightly, preventing her from escaping.
He had provoked the fire, and now he was afraid and wanted to run away?
Erin swallowed nervously. Indeed, she was strong with her words, like Davis.
Richard stood under the showerhead, the water flowing down his chest muscles.
One had to admit, this man's physique was damn explosive.
Wheat-colored skin, well-defined muscle lines, different from the stiff body of some, Richard's skin exuded explosive hormones in every inch.
Erin leaned against the wall, watching Richard's face.
She wasn't completely attracted to Richard because of his face, but this face was undeniably the kind of handsome that was very manly.
A buzz cut, well-defined facial contours, a handsome guy with a strong appearance.
"I'll tell you a secret," Erin smiled and hung onto Richard's neck. "Actually, I'm also a first-timer, can you believe it?"
Richard held onto Erin's waist, suspecting her confession.
"I'm not that shallow, nor do I have any hang-ups," Richard suppressed his desire and helped Erin wash her hair first.
"Oh, you should have said so earlier," Erin tilted her head, obediently letting Richard wash her hair for her.
After washing and blow-drying, Richard carried Erin back to his own bedroom.
The room was very clean, with a faint fragrance of laundry detergent.
I wonder you're a former soldier," Erin remarked, smiling at the neatly made bed. t was much better than Erin had imagined.
"It's no
"When are you going to tidy up my room for me?"
Richard ignored Erin. Her professional organizer charged by the hour, and she had money to spare.
As Richard dried her hair, he sat beside her. "Sleep?"
"Sleep my ass," Erin said, deftly flipping over and straddling Richard. "Are you someone who abstains from sex?"
"Guess," Richard said, tickled by her, flipping over and pinning her down, kissing her.
In Richard's mundane life, he had never been ignited by anyone before.
Erin was too hot to handle.
Her figure was excellent, with the perfect ratio between waist and hips, especially her long, straight legs wrapped around Richard's waist, enticing him.
Gently applying pressure, Erin smiled like a seductive fairy.
Richard held back, afraid of hurting her.
But this woman knew no limits, teasing him relentlessly.
"Richard..."
The room was dimly lit, and there was a hint of sobbing in Erin's voice.
"Does it hurt?" Richard's body tensed.
Erin didn't speak, but after a moment, she pulled Richard into her arms. "Do I seem so fussy to you?"
Richard tightened his grip on Erin's hand.
It was she... who provoked him first.
"Richard... you said you love me."
Erin's voice was hoarse, wanting Richard to say he loved her.
But Richard couldn't utter those words.
Feeling lost, Erin's tears slid down the corners of her eyes as she gazed at the ceiling.
Late into the night.Richard couldn't sleep, standing on the balcony and smoking.
Erin had fallen asleep. Maybe he lacked experience and wore her out.
Mixed emotions swirled in his heart, a feeling he couldn't put into words.
Excitement and disappointment coexisted.
Perhaps, he was afraid of getting too deeply involved. He always kept his heart locked up tight.
Opening his phone's album, Richard opened one of the folders. Inside... were all the photos of another girl.
She was Richard's first love, the only woman who had ever moved his heart, but they separated due to practical reasons.
"Richard, you can't give me the future I want."
"Richard, love can't feed us. You have no house, no money, no education, nothing. And on top of that, you have to take care of your sister's son. How can I be with you?"
"We can't have a future together."
Taking a deep puff of his cigarette, Richard deleted all the photos from the album.
The past is in the past.
All the photos were deleted, and Richard felt a lot lighter after getting rid of everything related to that woman.
Looking up at the club, Richard decided to completely say goodbye to the past.
"Richard..."
"Don't go."
"I'm afraid of dogs, they chase me..."
Erin was still speaking in her sleep, seeming to have had a nightmare.
Richard sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch Erin's cheek, smiling.
In all his years, he had never seen a woman like Erin before.
If it were in the past, even if he had met her, Erin's personality would have been the one he disliked the most.
His first love was the kind of gentle and delicate woman who could ignite his protective instincts.
But Erin was different.
She would rise up and protect him as if she could charge in front of him at any moment.
Clearly, he was the bodyguard, and she was the employer.
"Don't provoke me and then quickly get tired of me." Richard lay next to Erin, holding her in his arms.
It was you who pulled me out of the abyss.
Don't lead me into the next hell.
...
The next morning.
When Richard woke up, Erin was no longer by his side.
Sitting up abruptly, Richard anxiously ran out of the living room.
"Why is there not even a single egg in your fridge?" Erin, with her hair tied up in a ponytail, grumbled with a face full of resentment. "I'm hungry..."
Richard breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to wrap Erin in his arms with one hand, opening the fridge and taking out a box of frozen dumplings. "Want to eat dumplings?"
"No, junk food." Erin muttered while brushing her teeth.
Richard furrowed his brow against Erin's head. "Whose toothbrush are you using?"
"Yours." Erin responded dismissively.
Richard really feared for his young life ending prematurely. "Put it back."
"You're disgusted by me." Erin looked hurt. "You didn't say you were disgusted when you were kissing me last night, so I'll just use your toothbrush. You're the one who... mm..."
The rest of her words were covered by Richard's hand. "Alright, go ahead and use it."
Anyway, that toothbrush was new.
Erin lifted the corners of her mouth and leaned against Richard's chest.
Feeling the presence of a man by her side was quite nice.
After feeding the little troublemaker, Richard went into the room to make the bed.
Just as he lifted the covers, Richard froze in place.
Even though he hadn't been with a woman before, Richard still had common sense.
There were bloodstains on the bedsheets...
Erin, was last night your first time?
Stunned for a long time, Richard slowly clenched the bedsheets in his hands.
How is this possible? She was already married, and had been married for many years.
Richard used to be indifferent about Erin's affairs.
Indeed, he still knew too little about Erin.
It seemed that this woman truly had many secrets.
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