A Wild and Hot Cutie

"Forget him..."

Alisa looks scornfully at Davis, and sneers, "Do you want me to be like he has not appeared at all? Davis, you are so cruel."

Davis holds her shoulders. "He's gone, he's dead, do you understand? But we are still alive, we have a future, we can't live in the shadow of the dead. Do you understand?"

Alisa looks up and stares fiercely at Davis, her chest rising and falling.

"Asshole, you have no idea how uncomfortable it is to lose a loves one?"

Davis's eyes become dim and his voice is low, "I understand...te pain of losing Perry has been lingering in my heart so far. I often wonder how old she should be if she is not dead... Because I can't bear that pain, I don't want you to live with that shadow for a lifetime." Alisa cries out, "But, but he is our son..."

Yeah, that is their baby, how could she forget him easily.

Impossible, she can't be wiped out in her life.

Although she couldn't know what he looks like, she remembers forever that he has been to her life.

And Davis, cruelly wants to wipe out all these traces, just as if he has never been there.

"Forget him, you must forget him."

Davis's tone is so rigid that there is no room for discussion.

Alisa throws everything in her hand onto Davis's body, and hurries to the bedroom.

She slams the door heavily and then lies in the quilt.

Then she hears the sound of the key turning, and footsteps come in.

Alisa intentionally buried her head in the quilt.

Davis stops by the bed, and he bends down and holds her in his arms.

In this way, he hugs her tightly.

At first, Alisa is desperately struggling. Later, she is exhausted, and she simply stops moving.

In this way, he hugs her from behind her and remains motionless. His strong heartbeat comes from her back.

From morning till noon, the two people stay in the same posture like this and never change.

"Davis, let me go, what are you doing?"

Alisa finally couldn't help but starts to growl.

Davis says earnestly and stubbornly, "Many years ago, I lost my sister Perry, and then I lost my mother. I finally encounter you, but now I have lost my son, and I do not want to lose you It's..."

His voice is low, full of tenderness, and full of persistence.

In these circumstances, Alisa's mood begins to change from turbid to quiet.

Yeah, she almost forgets. He is the baby's father. When she is in a coma, he takes care of her without a doubt. When she is in pain, he is silently waiting by her side. When she is crazy of losing the son, it is he who has been encouraging and supporting behind her. She lost her baby and feels very distressed.

In fact, Davis suffers no less than her.

But he is a man, he needs more reason to support and bear everything.

She only cares about her feelings, and almost ignores that he is also emotional.

"Sorry..."

She turns, and reaches out to hug him, climbing like a koala, on his chest.

"I'm sorry, I know. You're upset too, aren't you?"

She raises her face and looks at him seriously.

"Let's hold hands together and come out of the shadows, shall we?"

Davis's eyes slowly become clear. He lowers his head and kisses her forehead gently.

"The only thing I have now is you. As long as you are happy, I am happy."

"Well, Davis, you're right, I will slowly cheer up."

Alisa is moved, and tears shed again.

"Really?"

"Yeah, we have to slowly learn to forget the pain. There are still many beautiful things in this world waiting for us to do."

Seeing Alisa finally wakes up from the pain, Davis finally relieves.

He looks at her deeply, "Yes, a lot of things are waiting for us to do, such as now, we should do something."

"What?" Alisa freezes slightly, Davis has rolled over and presses her under her.

They haven't had sex for nearly three months.

The wound on Alisa's body has healed, and Davis can do whatever he wants.

He rides on her and kisses her.

The hot kiss is like a storm, sweeping the hearts of two people, his breathing becomes heavy, his movements are even wilder and warmer... "Yes..." Alisa shivers, uttering a soft sound.

Davis grabs the soft lips and tastes it again and again.

The feeling of soothing, slowly hit Alisa's heart, her nervous body slowly becomes soft.

Davis's big hand penetrates into the bottom of her clothing, grasps her breasts and rubs it hard...

After the frenzy, Alisa's face glows ruddy, and she lies paralyzed in Davis's arms.

Sometimes sex is also a medicine for healing wounds.

Davis reaches out and pinches Alisa's nose, chuckling, "Are you high?"

Alisa's face is shy and she shakes her head in the quilt.

"Davis, you jerk..."

"You bitch..."

Davis presses against her again.

"Oh, you are so bad, come down..."

Davis penetrates into her body, Alisa suddenly looks pained, Davis suddenly pulls out, and holds her in his arms. "Where does it hurt?"

This is the first time Alisa has a sudden illness after giving birth to her child. Davis holds her tightly in her arms. The tearing pain comes suddenly, and Alisa couldn't control it. Sh could only subconsciously clump together. "Alisa..." Davis whispers in her ear.

But she couldn't hear it at all, and could only watch her sink into painful hell.

There is nothing he could do, and he just looks at her helplessly...

The painful torture lasts for an hour.

Alisa is lying on the bed paralyzed. After the pain disappears, all her strength is drained.

There is a faint smell of tobacco in the air.

Alisa slowly supports the bed and sits up. Davis sits on the sofa opposite the big bed, smoking cigarette.

"Davis, I'm thirsty..." Alisa says weakly.

Davis stands up expressionlessly, and gives a cup of hot milk.

Alisa finishes drinking milk, looking at Davis, Davis suddenly turns his face.

"I go out for a while."

Davis presses his cigarette butt and goes out.

Alisa looks at his back, feeling a little weird.

If it is normal, he would be by her side, soothing her gently until dawn, but today, this situation is too abnormal.

Alisa is very tired and tired, she couldn't afford to care about these, and gradually falls asleep.

It is another sunny morning, Alisa opens her eyes, she stares at the ceiling for a long time, and suddenly finds something missing.

Her heart is empty. Davis doesn't come home last night.

Alisa immediately wakes up, yes, Davis doesn't return all night...

Alisa presses the inner line at the head of the bed.

"Nanny, where does Davis go?"

"Master doesn't come back last night."

"Oh, do you know where that goes?"

"I'm not sure, or you'll call and ask him."

Alisa hangs up the phone and goes up to the bathroom.

The woman in the mirror has barely a few hairs on her bare head. The remaining ones are sparse and even more frightening. Even her eyebrows begins to fall...

Alisa shudders in shock, how could this happen? Is this her?

She has become so ugly, will Davis still love her?

Alisa suddenly picks up her brushing cup and smashed heavily on the mirror.

The cup and mirror broke into pieces.

"Miss Alisa, Miss Alisa, what's the matter with you?"

Nanny hurries in, Alisa picks up her hat with trembling hands, and puts it on her head casually.

"Davis, I'm looking for Davis..."

"Miss Alisa, Master is in the company now. Let me call him for you."

Alisa nods, and Nanny takes her cell phone, pulls Davis's phone, and hands it to Alisa.

Alisa holds the phone, her hands keeps shaking.

"Davis, I will see you."

As soon as the phone is connected, Alisa calls out.

The phone is silent for a while, "Davis, are you listening to me talking on the phone? Where did you go last night, and you will be right back, I want to see you."

"I'm in a meeting and call you later."

Davis briefly says a few words and then hangs up the phone.

Alisa feels very uncomfortable and always feels that she has been left out. In addition to seeing her ugly appearance in the mirror just now, she becomes more and more not confident in her heart. Now that she has no children, she feels that she is a burden on Davis.

The distance between him and her is getting bigger and bigger, he is rich and handsome, and she is an ugly and sick woman.

On this day, Alisa finally feels restless. She calls Davis several times in the middle, and it is Susan who picks it up.

"Miss Alisa, President is very busy today, or should I let him know you call him?"

"Oh, thank you. No need."

It is a hard day for Alisa.

But Davis actually does not return until more than ten o'clock in the evening.

"Davis, why are you back now?"

Alisa rushes to him angrily and asks Davis fiercely. She is now like a sullen woman full of anger. Although this is not her original intention, she is completely confused now.

Davis's face is dark, and he looks at her indifferently, for a long time, coldly, "What do I do, I have the responsibility to report to you?"

Alisa freezes, she never expects that Davis actually speaks to her in this tone.

"Davis, what do you mean?"

Davis's dark eyes stare at her for a long while, suddenly says coldly, "Let's break up."