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Oriana felt dizzy. She didn’t know how she exited the bus and how she ended up in
KissLand bar. He had taken her to the presidential suite.
“Deacon, what are you doing?”
Deacon pursed his lips and pushed Oriana into the big soft bed. Oriana quickly sat up and stared at him warily.
Deacon got on the bed and pressed one knee on the bed. He pulled her slender white hand and placed it on the belt around his waist. He ordered,
“Open it!”
Oriana’s brain exploded,
“Deacon, are you crazy? I told you earlier that if you want a woman, you should go get one. In my opinion the most beautiful thing in KissLand are women. There’s always a suitable one for you.”
Deacon frowned and then gestured with his eyes,
“What are you thinking? You stained my pants.”
What?
Oriana sighted the wet spot on his trousers. It took a few seconds for her to realize that she had soiled her pants with the wine.
Her face clouded in embarrassment.
“What are you doing? Quickly open my belt. I want to change my pants.”
So he brought her back from the bus so that she could change his pants?
Oriana blinked severally and mumbled,
“I admit that it was my fault that you pants got soiled. I apologize to you, but, don’t you have hands? I don’t want to change your pants for you, just go ahead and change it yourself!”
Oriana wanted withdrawing her little hand. But Deacon insisted domineeringly,
“You better change it, if not, I’ll kiss you. Maybe you’re looking forward to my kiss.”
The moment he had said that, Oriana hurriedlystarted to unbutton his leather belt. Her obedient appearance Deacon less hostile.
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Oriana really wanted to open his belt as quickly as possible, but she had never unbuttoned a man’s leather button before.
King Him
Oriana was in a hurry, so she said to him,
“Let me study it, it can’t be opened.”
A low magnetic voice sounded above her head,
“Slow down, what are you anxious about?”
Oriana’s fingers froze, she quickly looked up at him. She sat on the bed, her little hands still trying to unbuckle his belt.
Oriana let go of his belt and laid on the bed as she glanced around.
Deacon supported her with hands and pulled her to his chest.
“What are you looking at?”
“I’m trying to see if there’s any trace of a woman in this room, and this bed…is it clean?”
Deacon pursed his reddish lips and was a little unhappy,
“You have to talk to me about this topic? The last time, you told me to go find other women, because I haven’t mentioned it, doesn’t mean that I’m not still angry.”
He really didn’t know what was wrong with her. It was obvious that she was fine before his business trip. After be returned from the trip, she repeatedly asked him to find other women.
His presidential suite was very clean, there was no sign of a woman, and his coat was hanging on the hanger. It was obvious that he had lived here for the past two days.
“You’ve been living here for the past two days?” Oriana asked.
Deacon looked at her and replied,
“Well, I was in a bad mood. I was here playing cards throughout the night.”
Oriana saw that the tips of his narrow eyes were stained with blood. It was true that he hadn’t slept for the past two days.
KissLand bar was a property of the Heaven’s family. Harry had quickly prepared him a befitting suite.
Apart from working on his laptop, Deacon only smoked and played poker the entire forty eight hours.
Oriana’s eyeslash shivered, she wanted saying something, but when the words reached her lips, she wasn’t able to utter it.
Deacon raised his hand and made to take off her mask, Oriana quickly held onto his hand,
“What are you doing? Haven’t you seen it already?”
“It was to fast. I didn’t see it clearly, can I see your face again?”
Oriana shook her head,
“No.”
Deacon didn’t pester. She laid on the bed, her pure black hair scattered on the snow white pillowcase. He lowered his eyes and gently kissed her forehead..
Oriana grabbed his shirt and didn’t resist him. Deacon had a tentative attitude, but seeing that she didn’t resist his intimacy, he kissed her on the eye and down to the nose.
Oriana’s hands slid into the leather button on his waist. Her beautiful voice came in,
“This…can’t be opened.”
“This is very easy to open.” With a click, he unbuttoned the leather button himself. His movements were no longer as calm as before, and he looked a little impatient.
Deacon leaned forward. Oriana burst out into a loud laughter. She laughed for a long time.
Deacon realized that he had been fooled, she really could unbuckle the belt, but didn’t want to.
Deacon reached out and pressed her shoulders to stop her from laughing,
“You’re playing with me, right?”
Oriana stopped laughing and furrowed her brows. Deacon’s eyes darkened.
“I’m sorry Mr. Armstead.”
Deacon stiffened and asked,
“Sorry for what?”
“I’m sorry that I stained your pants.” Oriana muttered.
Deacon’s face darkened. He stretched out his strong arms and pulled her into his arms.
“Oriana, you dare to flirt with me?”
Oriana felt that he really was angry, she did not dare to offend him. She took his hands and placed on her stomach,
“I’m sorry for being annoying, don’t be upset. My stomach just aches.”
Her words seemed to have calmed his temper. His hands massaged her flat abdomen.
“Does it hurt?”
“It doesn’t hurt, I just feel bloated and uncomfortable. Mr. Armstead, I want to ask you for a favour.”
“Go on.”
“Can you buy me a pack of… sanitary pad.?”
Deacon quickly scowled. He had never bought something of such. So he refused.
“Nay, ain’t going.”
Oriana broke free from his embrace, sat up and kicked him with her feet,
“Mr. Armstead, I’m really bothering you. Cool.”
Deacon also sat up. Her kick didn’t hurt at all. It was like a kitten’s claws. He grabbed her slender angle and said,
“You kick me again?”
Oriana quickly withdrew her little feet. Afraid that she would provoke him. Deacon tucked her little feet into the quilt. then stood up, changed into another outfit, and then went to get the sanitary pads.
Raven who had traveled on a business trip had just arrived at KissLand bar.
Harry quickly greeted him, and informed him about the happenings at the game lounge.
He asked curiously, “Rave, do you think that bro’s girl is ugly or beautiful?”
Before Raven could reply, Deacon had returned from outside. He had worn a white shirt and a hooded overcoat. He was extraordinarily handsome.
Deacon also carried a bag in his hand.
“Bro, what did you go to buy? Why didn’t you just let you men get it?” Harry inquired.
Deacon didn’t respond.
Raven glanced at the bag and muttered quietly,
“Is this a woman’s sanitary napkin?”
Harry gasped with widened lips.
“What? Bro, who are you purchasing pads for? Is it for sister in law? How can you buy such?”
Deacon was a bit unhappy with Raven’s talkativeness, he looked at Raven and said,
“The bag seems so familiar, huh? Have you purchase it for a woman before?”
Raven didn’t say another word.
Deacon went upstairs.
“Rave, so Deacon came here to live for two days just because he was quarrelling with
Oriana. He’s been sulking all through and then he meets her and he’s happy again, and then goes to buy her pad. There’s something definitely going on…”
Deacon returned to the presidential suite. Oriana had already entered the bathroom to take a shower.
Deacon walked to the bathroom door, raised his hand and knocked on the door.
The door cracked opened. Oriana hid behind the door and had taken away her mask, but the door panel blocked her face and he could not see her.
“Thank you for your kindness. Please let me have it.”
The steaming heat from the bathroom rushed out, carrying the fragrance of the shower gel. Deacon looked at her exposed skin. Her skin was white and there were small crystal water droplets on it.
Deacon handed her the sanitary pad and a new dress. Oriana reached out to get it, but he didn’t let go.
Oriana tugged on it. But he still didn’t release it. Oriana raised her head and looked at him.
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