Because You Are My Lady novel (Sharon and Stanley)

"Close your eyes!"

The man's cold and hoarse voice resonated into Sharon's ears, and her heart trembled as she closed her eyes in obedience.

On second thought, it didn't make sense.

She didn't come here to let him molest her. She had a serious business to talk to him!

She opened her eyes and began to struggle, but he constrained her petite body that she couldn't struggle out of his clutch. Hence, she could only weakly protest to express her reluctance.

Stanley's breathing quickly became heavier. It had been a year, and his body had gotten used to her. He would be stimulated sensually the minute he touched her, just like now. The more she struggled and twisted her body, the more sexually excited he got as the fiery sensation was burning inside him.

"Don't move!"

There was a sense of warning in his cold male voice.

If it went on like this, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't do anything.

Hearing this, Sharon became more anxious. Her lips were sealed and she could not speak, so she could only mutter an inaudible hum to express her dissatisfaction. She was so anxious that cold sweat started to drench her. He was getting more and more aggressive as he pushed her to the sacred office desk and pressed her waist against the hard corner of the desk, making her uncomfortable. She was starting to be worried and horrified.

The memory of that night a year ago came back to her. It was a rainy night and he was drunk, much like now. She was crying and crying but he insisted on getting on her and they did it for the whole night. She couldn't hold back anymore and her tears burst out like rivers.

When Stanley realized that she was crying, it was too late. He frowned, looked at her wet eyelashes, and hissed, "Why are you crying?"

Sharon sniffed and whined, "It hurts..."

Stanley stared at her, dumbfounded.

He was moving gently enough, and it still hurt?

Glaring at his faintly suppressed desire and the impatience in his eyes, she felt as if her heart was stabbed fiercely. Resisting the grievance in her heart, she gritted her teeth, rubbed her waist with her trembling little hand, and explained with a smile, "It's not your fault. It's the inkstone that hurt my back."

Her smile was uglier than crying!

Her explanation was barely acceptable.

Stanley was so annoyed that he pulled a tissue to wipe her tears without any tenderness. After all, he had lived with a group of rough men for several years, and he was used to being tough, so it was hard to change his behavior at the moment.

Sharon felt as if he had scrubbed a layer of skin off her face. It was so painful!

The tissue was thrown away. Then, he lifted her hips and covered her forcefully...

The next day.

When Stanley woke up, his chest was heavy as if it was pressed by a stone. He looked down and saw Sharon resting her head on his chest and her upper body was lying on top of him. She wrapped her arms around his waist like a koala hugging a branch and wouldn't let go.

Last night's scene in the study flashed across his mind. She was lying there, taking and accepting his thrust.

Starting to feel hot, Stanley took a deep breath to suppress his inner desire. He then pulled her hand away, got out of bed, and

went to the bathroom.

It seemed that he couldn't restrain his urge again last night that he made love to her for half the night.

After taking a shower, he emerged from the bathroom, looking gloomy. He was irritated at his loss of control.

He was great at controlling himself, but it was not the first time that he wanted Sharon so badly just like last night. Almost every time, he would lose control over her.

Looking at the woman who was curling up on the bed and sleeping soundly, he pushed the door open and went to the study. The study was in disarray with the confidential contracts and documents scattered haphazardly on the floor. Half of the things on the desk were thrown on the floor by him due to his excitement last night.

After tidying up the documents, Stanley rubbed his eyebrows and his expression turned to the worse.

How could he be so crazy?

It was not like him at all!

When he went downstairs, Hazel had already prepared breakfast. When she saw him coming downstairs, she smiled and said, "I'm going to go upstairs and call you, Young Master. You're right on time. Come on. Breakfast is ready."

"Make me a cup of coffee."

"Okay."

A few minutes later, the coffee was ready. Hazel brought the coffee to the table and looked at the second floor, but it was quiet. She withdrew her gaze and looked at his cold face, and blushed timidly as she saw several small red marks on his neck. She probably could figure out what had happened upstairs last night.

"Ahem." Hazel cleared her throat and asked with a smile, "Young Master, have you promised to go easy on Madam?"