BXBX NOVEL Chapter 517 517
"I have been wanting it for a while. I just don't want to do it yet because you're still recovering from bulimia!" Vernon stated. "Do you think I can hold it for this long had it not because I care about you?"
"Oh, of course, I know that," Chloe smiled. "Honestly, I'm not sure when will be the best time for us to do it. Besides, your size is too big…."
"Then I can help prepare you, so you will be able to fit my size after getting used to it," Vernon tried to convince Chloe. He was at his wit's end now and would be grieving if he got a NO for an answer.
Chloe giggled, "You are so eager about this. Can't you wait a little longer?"
"I'm trying," Vernon said. "But I can't guarantee myself. Why don't we do it now?"
"Well, we can't go for more," Chloe said. "The bet is still on, and we're still not on the same page about Dorothea, remember?"
Vernon gritted his teeth. This goddamn bet and problem with Dorothea needed to go away so he could finally fuck his woman!
"Unless, you want to call it a truce," Chloe offered. "You should hand me my phone, then we might be able to hit it tonight."
…
Vernon closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His body was shaking because he was trying his best to say no.
'We can do it later. We can do it later,' Vernon kept chanting inside his heart to calm his raging heart… and raging cock.
As much as he wanted to fuck his beloved, he still had to maintain his rationality against her.
If he gave her the phone, he'd definitely contact Dorothea. And it would indirectly give the idea that Vernon was easily defeated with a bit of seduction.
'Well, technically, I am already defeated right now, but her safety is still my number one priority, no matter what,' Vernon thought.
"I can't do that. The bet is still on and I don't want to call a truce that will harm you or Mackie," Vernon said.
"Are you sure?" Chloe asked again.
"Yes, I am 100% sure."
…
Chloe sighed. She thought if she could seduce Vernon to give up. But it seemed that she had grossly underestimated his willpower.
"Well if you say so," Chloe accepted. She gave him a light peck that surprised Vernon as a parting gift. "You should release my waist now, so I can get up."
…
Vernon was reluctant to release the smooth waist that he liked to hold, but he had to give in, or else he might lose this battle of wits and willpower against Chloe.
He released her waist, and she got up.
Vernon stared at Chloe for a while and asked, "Will you maintain this persona in front of me even after our bet is done?"
"Depends," Chloe grinned. "I might have to be a bit more active to give you reassurance, but I still prefer you to be the eager one."
"And I don't mind spoiling you as well," Vernon said. He grabbed a pillow and covered his crotch to hide his obvious bulge. "Now go, or I might change my mind."
Chloe chuckled, "Good night."
Vernon was alone again in his bedroom. He dropped his body on the bed and sighed, "Well, this is for the best. Chloe is still trying to contact Dorothea, so I have to protect her even if it's against her will."
"She definitely has to repay me by giving me a good BJ later though," Vernon said. He put his finger on his lips, tracing the area that had been nibbled by Chloe just now.
If he could be honest, that kiss was so hot yet short.
He was unsatisfied, but that was all he could ask for now.
"Tsk, that old bitch needs to die or something, so we can get this over with."
**
Dorothea entered a lavish presidential suite in a hotel not far from Vernon's apartment. She tossed her bag on the nearest sofa and walked towards the long window pane with the view of glamorous New York.
It was beautiful, especially at night, but it wasn't her main focus.
She kept her eyes on a building not far from this hotel, a tall building called Phoenix Tower.
Dorothea stood there for a good minute, sighing full of woe, "This place is nicer than that small rented apartment I had to live in for two days. But there is no Chloe, or Mackie, or even Vernon."
"Now that I lost my opportunity, I don't know what I should do to pass my time…" Dorothea said. She turned around and ambled towards the bed.
She sat on her bed, staring emptily at the wall in front of her.
To say that she was sad was an understatement. She was in such a heartbreak right now.
She truly wanted to reconnect with her son and reunite with her granddaughter and daughter-in-law.
"Well, this is my punishment now. No matter how much I lament, I still won't be able to get my happiness," Dorothea chuckled, full of self-depreciation. "Now, what should I do to pass the time until my death?"
Dorothea was thinking about returning to her old self and started another round of drinking until she blanked out. She could pass the days like that until she suddenly got a heart attack and died.
"That doesn't sound too bad. At least I don't need to be reminded of my failure every single day since I'll be too busy getting dead drunk," Dorothea said.
As she was busy deciding whether she should take heroin until she overdosed and died faster, her phone suddenly rang.
Dorothea raised her brow. She sat on the sofa and grabbed her phone.
She checked the caller ID and picked it up instantly;
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"What is it, Nigel?" Dorothea asked. Nigel was the manager of Gray foundation, and he was the man who had full control over the charity works.
"Madam, I got the memo that you want me to halt the fund for the scholarship awardees for three months. Are you sure about this, Madam?"