Chapter 5 Behaving Like A Pervert

• Browsing through the selections, I finally changed into an emerald-green dress. At last, a small, satisfied smile curved Lucian’s lips. He crooked his finger at me, clearly wanting me to go closer to him.
• I was more than a little annoyed at being ordered around like a slave, so I took my sweet time in making my way over. When I was close enough, he reached out a finger to tilt my chin up.
• My cheeks burned with embarrassment and anger as I gritted out, “What are you doing?”
• He gave me an innocent smile in response. Just as I was beginning to panic, he abruptly leaned down and kissed me.
• My mind went blank while my eyes widened in shock. With how close we were to each other, I could see the way his thick eyelashes fluttered. In fact, I could even see the faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes.
• I snapped out of my daze when I felt him trying to pry open my lips with his tongue. My defense mechanisms were activated, and I shoved him away from me, yelling, “Lucian Sutton, stop pushing your luck! I only agreed to put on a show with you, not actually do it for real!”
• Shrugging, he chuckled and replied, “I was just trying to cultivate some feelings before Grandpa arrives. After all, we wouldn’t want him to realize that it’s all a show, do we?”
• I snorted before turning to look in the mirror. Ever since the Quinn family fell from grace, I had not worn such luxurious clothing. The cutting of the dress even managed to make me look a little curvier than I actually was. Pairing it with some nude-color high-heeled shoes, I looked like a new woman.
• Lucian gazed at me through the mirror for several moments. Then, he came over to wrap his arms around my waist from behind. His chin rubbed the top of my head gently as he remarked, “I like how you look now. At least you actually look like a woman.”
• My body swayed slightly as the amazing masculine scent of him coiled around me. But I mentally slapped myself before getting too carried away and calmed down. Prying his hands away from my waist, I said, “Can we leave yet? I still need to get back to work. You can give me a call when your grandpa arrives.”
• “No, you don’t. Actually, I talked to Isabelle, and you’re free for the day.”
• The way he said that was so casual and easy. However, I believed he was telling the truth. Even though Isabelle hated his guts, she definitely dared not make her distaste known when she actually had to face him.
• Such was the difference in social status!
• After that, Lucian paid for all the clothing I tried on earlier before smiling. “Now, please come home with me!”
• Even though I already agreed to do this, I still felt my cheeks flushing at his actions. Tugging on my dress to straighten it, I took a deep breath and followed him out.
• Lucian stayed in a two-story bungalow alone. Strangely enough, he did not actually have any servants to cater to his needs. He brought me to a guest bedroom, took out some bedding then left me alone.
• After he left, I remained in my room for a while until I got bored. Thus, I stepped out of my room, intending to find something to do. Just then, I heard someone talking from the room across mine. When I went closer, I realized Lucian was on the phone with someone.
• His voice was incredibly gentle as he reassured the other person, “Yvette, please don’t worry. I’ve already come up with a plan to appease Grandpa for now. I’ll have that woman stay in my house temporarily. Once Grandpa leaves, I’ll throw her out of my house. When you come back from out of the country, we’ll get married, okay?”
• It was obvious that he was talking to the woman he loved at that moment. Meanwhile, “that woman” he was talking about earlier must be referring to me - the decoy they were using to pacify Jack. Even though I already knew this thing between Lucian and I was all a farce, I still could not help feeling depressed. I was barely able to withhold the urge to burst into laughter, laughter at myself for being so foolish and naive!
• Is there no one in this world who’s willing to treat me sincerely? Every single one of them was just using me. Shannon, Howard, and now Lucian! All of them were the same!
• Then, I heard Lucian continued chatting with his girlfriend for several minutes, making all kinds of promises. He vowed that he would not touch me and that he would be careful not to be seduced by me. Oh, and he also said he would not develop any sort of feelings for me.
• Feeling bitter, I turned to leave. My footsteps quickened before one of my high-heels suddenly twisted to the side. I crashed to the floor, the heels flung away several meters.
• I sat up and sniffled as I rubbed my scraped knees. All my woes came slamming into me at that moment, and I was overwhelmed by my pain and grief. For some reason, tears started welling in my eyes before spilling down my cheeks.
• Lucian must have heard the commotion because he came out of his room just then. When he noticed I was on the floor, he knitted his brows and asked, “What’s wrong with you?”
• Ignoring him, I crawled to my feet and took a step forward. But the moment my left foot touched the ground, a sharp pain shot through my whole body. I stumbled before propping myself against the wall.
• He walked over and held my arm to support me. Before he could say a word, I pushed him away from me. “Didn’t you promise your girlfriend not to touch me? Get your hands away from me, and leave me alone!”
• “You’ve been eavesdropping me!” His expression darkened.
• “So what if I did?” I stared up at him challengingly. “If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have found out you were such a hypocritical prick!”
• “I’m hypocritical?” he snapped.
• “Yes, you are!” I did not know why but my next words came out in a hoarse scream. “Not only did you touch me, but you also took my virginity! You’re a hypocritical, lying jerk! If I ever run into that poor woman you’re lying to, I’m definitely going to tell her everything!”
• Infuriated, he swept me up into his arms and brought me back to my room. Tossing me onto the bed like a sack of potatoes, he loomed over me threateningly, “Jennifer, I dare you to say that again!”
• “What are you planning on doing?” I scooted away from him cautiously before using the blanket to cover myself.
• He glared at me and stuck a hand under my blanket.
• “Help! Help! A pervert!” I battered him with a series of kicks, the agony coming from my injured foot causing me to grimace in pain.
• “Stop moving!” To my surprise, he yanked out my foot and felt around. When he found what he was looking for, he pressed down hard. Even as I shrieked in pain, the agony coming from my foot lessened.
• He stood up and headed for the door. Opening it, he paused before turning around to growl, “You better watch your mouth. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you live in a nightmare for the rest of your life!”
• Infuriated by his threat, I snatched up a pillow and flung it at him. “Get lost!”
• We were both furious at the other. I stayed in my room, refusing to leave. Meanwhile, he did not come to my room again either. In fact, he did not even bother to call me for dinner.
• With that, I forced myself to endure the hunger all through the night. I hugged my growling tummy and finally fell asleep after some tossing and turning.
• The next morning, I was still deep in dreamland when he came knocking on my door. He paused for a while and called out softly, “Jennifer, we have to go to the airport to pick up Grandpa.”
• Finally, it’s his turn to ask something of me! I answered lazily, “You go ahead. I’m gonna sleep some more.”
• Following that, I heard him muttering some curses. Then, he started pounding on the door loudly, anger creeping into his voice, “Stop sleeping and get up!”
• Scoffing, I buried my head under the blanket. I thought he would not be able to come in because the door was locked. Unfortunately, I had forgotten a vital fact. I completely forgot about him having a key to the room since this was his house. After a few clinks, he barged into my room and tugged the blanket off of me. Then, he moved over to the other side and brought his palm down on my butt twice.
• Smack! Smack!
• My cheeks flamed in humiliation while my hands flew down to protect my butt. I yelped, “I’m up, I’m up! Stop hitting me!”
• I hurriedly threw on some clothes before he dragged me out of the house. While walking towards his car, he warned, “From now on, watch your tone as you address me. Don’t do anything that might make Grandpa feel like something’s off, got it?”