Chapter 18 Want To See The Real Her

• Maverick stood in his private room on the second floor, gazing through the floor-to-ceiling window at the lively party taking place on the first floor. “Anna, you continue to manage this place with such finesse,” he praised.
• “I dare not slack in anything that you've instructed, Maverick,” Anna replied as she handed him a glass of wine. She could understand him because he managed his many entertainment clubs and hotels, as well as various subsidiaries, all by himself.
• “Anna, is the workload overwhelming for you?” He embraced her, his arms encircling her waist. “If it is, you can always rely on Gregory for assistance.”
• A faint smile graced her lips. “Maverick, I am well aware that you saved my life, so I am more than willing to do whatever it takes to repay you.”
• Maverick downed his drink before responding, “Staying by my side won't be easy on you.” Indeed, Anna was the only woman by his side.
• “I don't care. I won't give a d*mn about anything, as long as you don't drive me away,” Anna declared boldly. Having grown up on the streets, she knew the harsh realities of life. She had once been on the verge of death, beaten almost to the point of no return, all because she had stolen a piece of bread out of sheer desperation. It was Maverick who had come to her rescue, nursing her back to health and giving her a second chance at life.
• She had gotten used to being by his side. After all, he was the most important person in her life.
• “How could I possibly drive you away?” he remarked. Maverick had saved her back then because he saw a familiar emotion in her eyes, a sense of resilience akin to his.
• The first-floor hall suddenly erupted with liveliness as a woman with long chestnut-colored locks stepped into the spotlight. She exuded an air of confidence as she strutted in a short, form-fitting black dress, her features enhanced by thick makeup. Her mesmerizing presence captivated the attention of every man in the room, who couldn't help but be drawn to her alluring figure.
• As the enchanting woman took center stage, the men in the hall gravitated toward her, forming a crowd around the area. With seductive movements, she began a provocative pole dance. The cheers and applause grew louder, fueling her performance further. Her allure was irresistible, and a few bold men couldn't resist joining the woman on stage, their arms wrapping around her waist as they moved in sync, adding to the electrifying atmosphere of the dance.
• “Who is she?” Maverick lowered his gaze and asked Anna, who was beside him.
• “I have no idea. She has been coming here for the past few days, and she's extremely popular among the men. The revenue generated on those nights is quite impressive. As long as she brings in more customers and boosts sales, I don't really need to know who she is.” Anna had a practical and business-oriented mindset, always focused on maximizing profits for the entertainment club, and the woman's appearance had drawn in a large crowd, translating into higher revenue for the establishment, particularly in drink sales.
• Maverick chuckled. “You're becoming more and more business-minded, Anna. From now on, I won't have to worry even if I don't come over.”
• “So you previously came here often to inspect because you were worried about me managing the business poorly?” Anna flashed him a smile as she collected his empty wine glass. “Do you like this kind of woman, Maverick? I can invite her up to accompany you.”
• He waved a dismissive hand. “No need for that, but get someone to find out who is she.” Why do I have such an ominous feeling?
• Even though Anna was a little puzzled, she did not ask any further questions, for she would fulfill his every request.
• Despite Anna's efforts to inquire about the alluring woman's identity, she was unsuccessful in obtaining any substantial information. The only detail she managed to gather was that the woman's Anglandurn name was Selina.
• Anna contemplated pursuing Selina for more information, only to find out that she had been led to a private room upstairs by the young heir of Yandell Group.
• Anna was a tactful person. It was not that she could not offend the son of the Yandell family, but rather that she understood it would not be prudent to walk over and stop him right then.
• “I'm sorry, Maverick. I didn't get her name,” Anna apologized as she stood before Maverick. “They only know that her Anglandurn name is Selina.”
• “Selina?” Maverick furrowed his brows. “It's fine. I'm heading back now.”
• Anna embraced him from behind, not wanting him to leave. “Are you heading back to accompany Ms. Quillen?”
• “What do you think? You should know how much I hate her.” Maverick turned around, his thin lips brushing against her pink ones.
• “Do you have a grudge against her, Maverick?” This was something Anna never understood. Given the current circumstances, there's no way he can get back the money that Cliff borrowed.
• Maverick smiled but said nothing. I despise her. To be more precise, I hate her and Cliff. Jasmine will spend her entire life making up for my hatred.
• He and Anna sat side by side, downing many glasses of wine. Even after consuming several bottles, he still did not feel tipsy.
• It was already one o'clock at night when Maverick returned to the mansion. The moment she heard him return, Josephine hurriedly got up and dressed because she was the only person living in the main house.
• “You're back.” She looked at the man who reeked of alcohol. Although she was a little scared, she still went forward to support him.
• “Were you waiting for me?” Maverick stared fixedly at her. The next moment, he pulled her into his arms, and their lips met in a fervent and passionate kiss.
• “You're drunk, Mr. Lambert,” Josephine said as she tried to free herself from his grip. He's drunk. He probably doesn't know what he's doing, right?
• Ever since the incident at the restaurant, she had been afraid of him, and a drunken Maverick scared her even more.
• However, he refused to let go of her, his hand tightly grasping her slender wrist.
• Panic surged through Josephine as she felt the sharp pain shooting up her hand. “Let go of me, Mr. Lambert, please! It hurts!” she cried out, her voice filled with desperation. However, her pleas seemed to go unnoticed as he continued to hold her tightly, his grip unyielding. Suddenly, she found herself overwhelmed as he forcefully pushed her down onto the living room couch, his muscular body trapping her and leaving her feeling powerless and trapped.
• His lips claim hers In a fiery twist, her tongue slides against his and her lips lock together. In the heat of the moment, his hand cup her breast while his other hand pressed against her butt. The passion, emotion, longing and intense desire consumed her as he kissed her roughly. His finger stroked her cheeks and he let his lips spill into her, as he ripped her cloth apart. Maverick’s look was filled with lust and his gaze so dark.
• He is killing me.
• His teeth tear her panties apart and his tongue laced her cunt. Josephine threw her head back and arched her waist as his hands grabbed her breast and he eat her cunt savagely. He did not stop, his tongue lashing into her so fast, his teeth nipping on the very flesh of her clits. His hands squeeze her breasts, at that moment, her body jerks and her liquid fills his mouth, as she climax. She grab onto his hair, grasping for breath as he did not stop, he rolls his tongue into her cunt. Sending her helpless body down a different path, as he spanked her cunt, still eating her pussy. His hands pulled her waist closer and he slammed his cock into her with great intensity. She yelled out loud, surrendering herself to him, as he thrust into her, breaking the boundaries she have built all this while. He fucked her for a while before he yanked her head up, his hands quickly move as he spread her legs and there again he shoved his cock into her. He went in and out of her, each thrust deeper and harder than before. His cock split through the walls of her pussy. He choked her hard, as his cum filled her depths.
• He is using every possible means to see what kind of woman I am, isn't he?
• Maverick's gaze intensified as he felt the surge of passion between them. “So, this is who you truly are. Is this the limit of your pretense, Jasmine Quillen?”
• After just three encounters, she's already showing your true colors. I can't make it easy for her, can I? If Jasmine is too comfortable in my presence, then there'd be no point in keeping her by my side.
• He stood there, looking down at her. “Don't forget to take your medicine, Jasmine!”
• After uttering those words, he turned away and left without a second glance, devoid of any hint of longing for her.
• His message was clear. He had stated more than once that he did not need children, nor did he like to shackle himself to matters of love and pleasure.