My Fair Stunner novel (Faye and Colin)

Chapter 34 Vent

When Colin leaned over, Faye bit on his lip vigorously.

Colin tilted his head and tasted his own blood.

"Bite me?"

Colin raised his hand to touch the blood on his thin lips, glancing at Faye with a faint smile.

Seeing the evil look on Colin's face, Faye felt somehow suffocated and said, "Do you want to go crazy?"

Figuring out what was Faye thinking, Colin sneered, "Do you take me as a vent because you feel upset?"

Faye admitted generously, "Yes, will you let me go?"

Colin stepped back and put his hands in his pockets, "What if I say no?"

Faye lowered her eyes, smoothed her wrinkled clothes and said, "If you don't allow me to do that, you don't come to me again."

As soon as Faye finished speaking, she turned around and fell on the doorknob to open the door.

Colin stepped forward, put one hand on the door panel above her head, leaned against her body, and sneered, "OK, you can do that. If Ms. Nash wants to do something crazy, I'm sure to accompany you in case you go out to cheat on me."

Faye didn't look back from beginning to end, but was almost collapsed on the door panel by Colin.

Afterwards, Colin picked her up and walked towards the sofa. Faye pressed his shoulder with her chin and said in a lazy voice, "Colin."

Colin said in a low voice and smiled, "Are you tired?"

Faye turned her head, looked at his rolling Adam's apple and said, "You are indeed...sexual and sensual."

Gently raising his eyebrows, Colin didn't expect that Faye would say something like that.

Colin walked to the sofa with Faye in his arms and sat down. Faye bent her knees and sat on his legs. Her white slender fingertips swept across his Adam's apple. Colin raised his hand to touch the long hair behind her, and asked in a low voice, "Do you like it?"

Faye didn't answer.

Colin smiled noncommittally, "I'll let you touch it in the future."

Faye paused on the tip of her finger on Colin's Adam's apple. And said, "Don't get me involved in your relationship with Hank Farrell."

Colin leaned back to distance himself from Faye and asked, "are you feeling bad?"

Faye answered honestly, "a little."

Colin snickered, "I've told you earlier that it's better to follow me than to follow Hank." Faye didn't say anything, and he felt lucky that he was too exhausted to quarrel with Colin. The two sat quietly on the sofa for a while until Robert knocked on the door of the lounge.

The annual meeting downstairs has reached midfield, and it's Colin's turn to speak on the stage.

Robert had been arranging for other senior executives to take turns on the stage. It seems that they couldn't hold on any longer, so he had to bite the bullet and knock on the door. Hearing the door ring, Colin took Faye Nash to the sofa and got up to open the door.

When the door was opened, Robert said with a smile face that was uglier than crying, "Mr. Farrell, it's your turn to speak on the stage."

Colin nodded and said, "well, let Mdam Farrell have a rest and don't let others disturb her."

As soon as Colin finished his words, he strode toward the door ready to go out.

As soon as Colin took a step forward, Faye followed up.

Hearing the footsteps of high heels, Colin turned back.

Faye's face had returned to normal, "I'll go downstairs too."

"Have you had a good rest?" asked Colin.

"Yes." said Faye Nash.

When going downstairs, Faye Nash deliberately took a few quick steps to keep a distance from Colin so that she can hide herself in the crowd. Colin walked behind with his hands in his pockets and looked at her. He turned his head and asked Robert, "Can you guess what she was thinking?" Robert, "..."

Boss, I don't even know what you're thinking, let alone Mdam Farrell?

Robert felt bitter, but he didn't say anything about that.

Hearing no reply from Robert, Colin glanced at him and walked downstairs.

When Colin went downstairs, the spotlight fell on him unexpectedly.

Glancing at the lamplighter, Colin smiled with thin lips, and walked to the stage.

Colin's appearance is his most unique advantage. Just one stand on the stage is enough to attract everyone's attention.

With a microphone in his hand, Colin looked at the audience and joked, "Who just made fun of the lamplighter to shine on me? Why couldn't I take a break?"

As soon as Colin finished his words, the audience burst into laughter.

After a few words of tease, Colin put aside his flirtatious remarks and said solemnly about the profitability of Farrell Media last year and its development plan for the next year.

Although Colin usually behaves inconspicuously in his private life, he seems to have changed into another person when it comes to work.

Colin likes black. Most of the other senior executives wear white shirts while he is another different type because most of his shirts are black. But when he goes to the nightclub, he would wear Satin red and blue shirts and all other colorful shirts.

With one of his hand on the microphone, Colin spoke with the other hand holding the microphone.

Several female stars who were close to Faye whispered under the stage.

"Mr. Farrell is always so handsome!"

"But he is indeed fickle in love."

"Have you heard that Mr. Farrell has changed another woman recently? It was that woman who scratched his neck two days ago."

"Wasn't that scratch made by Mason Long?"

"No, I saw Mason the day before yesterday in Cocanel. But Mr. Farrell's scratch was made in Alovarance."

As soon as one of the female stars stopping saying anything, the rest of the female stars sighed.

"No wonder someone lost her special guest this year, and so did Central position."

"She doesn't deserve that position. I don't like her for a long time."

Several female stars was gossiping while Faye was leaning against the wall with a glass of champagne to listen.

When she was distracted by their words, the hall suddenly quieted down with faint laughter filled with air.

"Mr. Farrell, please share your stories with us. You've dated countless women, but you don't fall in love with anyone. So we are curious about what kind of woman a man like you will be fond of?" With a sly of smile on his face and bad attitude from his eyes and eyebrows, Colin said, "I like those who look serious."