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His hands moved down and gently patted her ass.
Oriana felt excited, she tiptoed and whispered to him.
“I need a kiss.”
Deacon turned his head to avoid her kissing him. He let go of her and walked the window.
He held the phone with one hand and dialed a number, he placed the phone beside his ear.
He used his left hand to unbutton his shirt.
It was already dusk, standing beside the window, one could see the beauty of the entire city.
Oriana stood behind him, she looked quite angry.
Deacon turned sideways and his eyes met Oriana’s, he pointed his hands to the bathroom, indicating for her to get in.
Even though Oriana was angry, she didn’t dare go against him. She could only murmur and enter the bathroom reluctantly.
The phone in Deacon’s hand was connected and Harry’s voice quickly sounded,
“Hello, bro, why are you calling me?”
Deacon frowned,
“I wanna ask, what’s the antidote after drinking the one nightstand?”
“Bro, what are you doing? What antidote do you seek? You’re the antidote!”
“Or, is Oriana that ugly without a mask? Even if she is, just go on and hit from the back…”
Before Harry could complete his speech, a loud scream was heard from the bathroom.
Deacon crossed his arms and cursed inwardly. She was really annoying.
He hung up the phone and threw the phone on the sofa. He walked into the bathroom.
In the bathroom, Oriana was standing by the toilet. She covered her face and screamed.
“What’s the matter? Stop screaming.” Deacon inquired.
With an aggrieved expression, she explained,
“I wanted to pee, but I found out that my little penis is gone.”
As she said that, Oriana demonstrated as a boy who was peeing.
Deacon placed his right hand on his forehead and was speechless.
“Why is my thing gone? Did someone steal it? Who stole it? Was it you?”
Oriana’s eyes spun around him suspiciously, then she rushed over and stretched out her hand.
“You must have stolen it. I want to search your body. I wanna quickly search you.”
Realizing what she was doing. Deacon quickly grabbed her small hand and pulled her into his embrace.
“Oriana, don’t arouse me, please.”
Oriana had bumped into his embrace. The man’s chest was as strong as an iron. She looked at him pitifully.
“What are you doing? You hurt me, Mr. Armstead, am I not beautiful?”
Deacon stared at her beautiful facial features, which were perfectly crafted.
“You’re beautiful.” He replied hoarsely.
“Liar.” She pouted her cheeks and her face expressed anger.
“I must have become ugly. Mr. Armstead doesn’t like me anymore so he can’t kiss me.”
Deacon’s eyes darkened, he did not want to take advantage of her drunkenness. However, she was repeatedly pushing him to his limit.
“You brought this upon yourself.” Deacon lowered his head and tightly covered her lips with his.
Oriana felt her breathe been forcefully taken away.
Deacon wrapped his arms around her waist and stepped back. He pushed her into the frosted glass door and pressed her against the wall.
Oriana’s head was dizzy. She reached out and nudged him. Deacon let go of her red and swollen lips, he stared at her eyes and asked.
What’s wrong?”
“I haven’t found my belongings yet. Give it to me, I think you stole it.” She persisted.
When he felt her hands on his body, he raised his hand and turned on the shower.
The cold water poured down from the top of Oriana’s head.
Deacon pressed her shoulder with his big hand and ruthlessly pushed her back to the wall.
Oriana was like a weakling. Her entire body was wet. Her wet hair was messy and tangled around her beautiful face. Her senses were slowly returning.
Deacon, what are you doing? Are you crazy? Let me go. It’s so cold!” Oriana stared angrily at the man before her.
Her tenderness and playfulness had disappeared and she had returned to the her normal self.
Oriana slowly reminisced on everything that had just transpired, and her face blushed in embarrassment.
Oriana felt very ashamed, she felt as though she should disappear. Deacon bent his head and kissed her again.
“No!” Oriana quickly covered her lips with her hands, preventing him from kissing her.
Deacon stopped. His eyes looked lazy, as he yearned for her.
“You know what, you really are unreasonable. And it’s you who’s ruthless. Now you’re sane, and you’re kicking me away.”
“I was drunk, you shouldn’t take advantage of vulnerable people.” Oriana muttered defendantly.
Deacon scoffed. If he had indeed taken advantage of her, she would have been on his bed, beneath him.
“I’ll give this back to you.”
Oriana looked down and saw that there was a coin in his hand. Oriana’s head was buzzing as she felt even more chagrined.
Deacon slid the coin into her hands.
“This is too little, save the money.”
With that, he walked away. Oriana covered her face. She really didn’t know how she was able to do such a shameful thing.
The coin in her hand seemed hot. Oriana wasn’t aware of where she got the courage from, but she raised her hand and threw the coin at him.
The coin fell on Deacon’s stiff back and fell to the ground. Deacon turned and fastened the black belt around his waist.
“Huh? Don’t come close.” Oriana’s eyes widened in fright, as she hid in the corner of the bathroom.
Looking at her frightened expression, Deacon let out a low hoarse laugh. He looked down at her slender waist that was outlined by the wet clothes, and quickly turned around and walked out.
He couldn’t tease her further, for he himself was aching for her body.
Oriana saw that his shirt and trousers were also wet. The wet shirt made visible his massive chest. She glanced at hist waist which was hugged sexily by his trousers.
Oriana quickly splashed her face with water and shook off the unhealthy thoughts which were forming in her mind. Oriana took a shower and waited until the heat on her body had completely subsided before opening the door and heading to the room.
In the room, Deacon had already taken a shower. He was wearing a black silk pyjamas.
His neat short hair was wet. with mist.
Now sitting on the sofa, his two legs elegantly stacked together, as he focused his attention on the documents in his hands.
It was the first time Oriana had seen him work. Deacon raised his eyes and fixed his gaze on her.
“Are you hungry? Come over and eat something.”
Oriana saw that there was already a bowl of potato porridge on the table, as well as some snacks and refreshing side dishes. It was obvious that they had just been prepared.
She had been studying in the Ivory Council, and only had two glasses of drink at the bar. She was really hungry. Unexpectedly, he had already thought about her welfare and had someone prepare a delicious dinner for her.
Oriana walked over and sat beside him,
“Mr. Armstead, don’t you want to eat?”
“I’ve already eaten.”
“Oh ” Oriana muttered, she knew better than disturbing his work, so she stood up and sat on the table and begun eating her dinner.
She turned to look at the ashtray which was filled with multiple smoked cigarettes.
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