Arrogant President Dotes on Me

Andrea approached to the dressing table, trying to cover herself as much as possible, thus she could take off her clothes one by one.

People around her were all buried in their own things, without any attention on her.

In this way, Andrea felt less shamed than before, and the moment she was about to put on her skirt, there was a heavy scream at the entrance of backstage.

"God! Who are you?"

"What are you gonna to do here?"

Suddenly, a flock of black bodyguards broke in, scaring the models immediately to cover their bodies with clothes.

"The boss requests you all go out instantly!"

On knowing it was the order of the boss, all models dared not say anything, and trotted their ways out with wearing clothes at random.

The skirt Andrea designed was not easy to put on so Andrea tried to be dressed while walking outside the door when more and more people had already gone out. However one of bodyguard stopped her, "Miss Anderson, wait please."

Andrea raised her head up, only to find that all bodyguards had stood in two rows in front of herself with a neat ninety-degree bow.

And stood...at the end of the array.

Andrea was shocked and looked in great amazement a man of more handsome a lot than that in news pacing towards her. What a nobly superior power he owned!

On the spot there were also scattered models, who had to stumble out with heads down, let alone to dress themselves well.

Baron glanced at the fleeting figures and fell straight on Andrea who was dumbstruck. While looking further down, he saw her bare collarbone and pink underwear, which made his eyes darkened immediately with a dangerous rage rolling.

"Strip in public! Are you into making yourself naked that much?"

He strolled with his long legs and approached her step by step, "It seems that my punishment is not enough so that you don't know who you belong to."

"What?"

Stunned, Andrea thought what did he mean?

Is that dream...

Immediately she appeared pale and fell down straightly as her legs were like taffy with clothes slipping down to the ground.

Then came the strong chest of the man, and Andrea was fiercely infected by his irresistible masculine charm as if at that night...so closed and familiar that made her trembling.

It turned out everything happened at that night was true! Unbelievable! Thus Andrea regarded it as a dream!

Forthwith, she got disconcerted, and said "Cheeky! Hoodlum!"

Baron smiled contemptuously, "Me? Or you brazen?"

She was, naked, lying on the chest of a man in a full view of the crowd.

It was not the matter of shame, but humiliation without any dignity.

Andrea blushed with such a case where she was tightly chained by two powerful arms while struggling to get herself dressed up.

"You bastard! Loose me! I told you I'd never signed any mistress treaty with you!"

Baron clung to her with his eyes getting darker and darker. Andrea, almost naked, was still writhing in his chest, which was virtually playing with fire. "You'd gonna to know whether you are the mistress or not"

Baron took her up to the dresser, and pressed her with his tall figure.

Bodyguards aside him timely backed out.

Knowing what he was going to do, Andrea was scared to become pale.

But it was the dressing room in public!

No, how dare you? I wanna call the police..."

What she wanted to say was stopped by an ardent kiss of Baron, so ardent that even Andrea could lose her breath.

Andrea hates this sense of embarrassment, slapping him desperately.

It was rape! Who could come to save her?

The man whispered to her ears with his gruff voice," You are my woman! You'd only undress in front of me."

Just then, Baron tore off what last remained her body.

Andrea felt a shiver, distinctly perceiving the man's sexual offend.

Again.

She was raped by this strange man without any affection.

Why? What mistake on earth has she done? Why has she been treated like this?!000