Chapter 7 Unintentionally Annoyed Him

• Despite the barrage of questions, Josephine remained silent. After all, she knew there wasn't any point in explaining herself when her roommates already had preconceived notions of her.
• Thankfully, there weren't many classes that day, so Josephine spent most of her time in the library. When she finally looked up from her books to rest her weary eyes, the sun had set, and the library was nearly empty. She proceeded to pack her bag and rub her sore shoulders, and only then did she suddenly recall it was way past her time to head home.
• Sh*t! Without further delay, Josephine bolted out of the school and made a beeline for the familiar car parked at the gate. “Sorry, Gordon! I forgot about the time!”
• “Hurry up and get in the car, Ms. Quillen. Mr. Lambert's waiting for you at the mansion.”
• On their way back, Josephine was plagued by an overwhelming sense of fear and dread. Sh*t! How did I miss the time? He said I had to be home by five-thirty every day!
• Meanwhile, the chandeliers in the mansion were brightly lit, but the chilling aura in the air was palpable.
• As soon as she stepped into the living room, Josephine saw Maverick puffing away at a cigarette and an ashtray full of cigarette butts. The smell of stale smoke was so overpowering that she couldn't help but cough several times. “Sorry, Mr. Lambert. I forgot about the time.”
• Maverick curled his lips into a half smile. “Ha. How brave of you to let my words go in one ear and out the other.”
• It was only this morning when I told her to be home by five-thirty, yet she still has the cheek to be late by two hours. Does she think she can get away with it by simply apologizing?
• “No, no. I really forgot the time,” Josephine replied while frantically shaking her head. Argh. Is there even a point in explaining myself now? He won't believe me, anyway. He's already convinced I'm disobeying him on purpose, so whatever I say will sound like pathetic excuses to him. It's only been two days, but I think I've gotten a good understanding of him... He's a cold and heartless man, and that's the person I'll have to put up with for the rest of my life.
• Maverick coolly stubbed out his cigarette and walked toward Josephine. “Who's the man you met up with?”
• Josephine said nothing as her big, sparkling eyes met the man's sharp, unyielding gaze.
• “You wouldn't want to know. I doubt you'd believe what I say, anyway,” she muttered. She might seem weak and delicate, but she was also stubborn as a mule.
• “Follow me upstairs,” Maverick instructed before turning around to walk up the steps.
• Having caught a glimpse of Rosa's sympathetic gaze, Josephine bit her lip and plodded behind the man.
• Before long, Maverick had settled into a couch. “I must say that you're quite the stubborn and stuck-up young lady. Have you forgotten I can wipe out the entire Quillen family with a snap of my finger?”
• “I know. I've never doubted that,” Josephine answered. After all, Cliff wouldn't have had to give her away to protect the Quillens if Maverick weren't that powerful.
• “Is that so? I can't tell,” Maverick sneered. I think she's only using school as an excuse to head out and sleep around with other men. That's why she forgot the time!
• Josephine instinctively took a step back as his intimidating gaze sent a chill down her spine.
• “Will you still be going to school tomorrow?” Maverick added. He wanted Josephine to say no, but to his surprise, the woman refused to play along.
• “Yes. I will,” the woman said, though there was a hint of fear in her voice. What if Maverick were to show up at the university to investigate? Would her cover be blown?
• Although Cliff had already transferred Jasmine's information to her school, plans were never as smooth sailing or impeccable as one would hope.
• The next second, Maverick stretched out a hand and ripped off Josephine's shirt, exposing her fair, tender skin. “Clean yourself up! You're not allowed to come out until I say so!”
• Before Josephine could say anything, she found herself locked in the massive bathroom and staring at the bright floor tiles. That's right! I'm indeed dirty. He has tarnished my innocence, and I'll never be able to wash off the shame I feel!
• With that thought in mind, she stood under the shower and scrubbed herself till she was almost red and raw.
• Flynn, why haven't you returned? I've been waiting for years... You said you'd be back for me, so why aren't you keeping your word? For all I know, it may be too late when he returns. Even if my love for him can wait that long, I'll no longer be the free woman I was. I've signed the marriage certificate and sold myself away...
• When Maverick finally opened the bathroom door, he found Josephine huddled in the corner of the shower, her skin red and patchy. Worst of all, her forehead was also burning up.
• Maverick lowered his head, and Josephine’s lips connected in a rough, hungry kiss. His dick hardened, begging to be freed from his pants. He ground against her, eliciting moans from her.
• He nibbled on her neck, biting and trailing kisses down her collarbone. He sucked on it and she moan. She parted her legs more for him to gain access.
• “Do you like that?” Maverick asked and she moan yes.
• “Look into my eyes and respond when I ask a question.”
• His powerful tone brought about shivers and she met his lustful eyes, saying yes. He plunged two fingers into her, causing her to wince at the discomfort of having something inside her after a long time. Her pussy wrapped itself around his fingers and he has begun to pump faster into her. Maverick pulled his fingers out just before she orgasm and sucked them, driving her insane.
• “Do you want dick?” He tapped at his boner and she nod, spreading her legs wide.
• He freed his dick from his trousers and lied teased her pussy for a while. Later he hanged Josephine’s legs on his shoulders and harshly drives his dick into her pussy. He waited for her pussy to get accustomed to his size before he begins to ram into her. Finally, both of them cum, Maverick rolled off her in no time.
• This woman is clearly holding a silent protest. She's running a high fever because she intentionally showered with cold water! How dare she play the victim card...
• With that, Maverick shouted for Rosa and had her move Josephine into a guest room.
• “Mr. Lambert, Ms. Quillen is burning up. Should we call for the doctor?” Rosa asked anxiously.
• Maverick, however, said nothing as he stood aside and watched Josephine frown in her stupor.
• “Flynn... Flynn...” the woman began muttering. She was dreaming of Flynn Cheswick, and to her delight, he had returned to rescue her and whisk her away to live happily ever after.
• Needless to say, Maverick was mad. Why is she calling another man? Who the h*ll is he?
• Annoyed, he stormed out of the room without saying a word. Less than two minutes later, the sound of a car leaving the mansion rang out.