"Hiss-it hurts."
Lucy's slender hand, like bamboo shoots, grabbed the sheets under her body. She bit her red lips tightly to prevent herself from overflowing any more. A man on her body was holding her legs around her waist and pushing forward.
She frowned tightly and locked the unruly man in front of her. Jack deserves to be an old hand in S city. No woman will not indulge in that pair of long and narrow dark brown pupils.
However, Lucy, who had tasted sex for the first time, was full of hatred. She just wanted to create a fake scene, but she never thought that Jack would play a full set with live ammunition.
Not long ago, she found out that her fiance had cheated on Jack's sister. After seven years of sincerity, she was fed to the dog, but she couldn't swallow this tone. After trying every means, she came up with this way of revenge.
Since Jake is her brother, if she sends their bed photos to Mistress and her fiance, their faces will be very wonderful.
Lucy planned so, so she followed Jack into the hotel and came down with ecstacy in his red wine, but she never expected that the ecstacy sold on the black street was mixed with chun medicine.
Jack was unconscious at the moment. She endured severe pain and bent down to pick up the mobile phone that had been in camera mode. Before leaving Jack's body completely, she was pulled back in an instant.
The more she resisted, the more excited he was. I don't know how many times he asked for it that night.
In the International State Hotel and the Presidential Suite, when the glimmer of morning light shines through the white curtains, Lucy's bitter cold eyes sweep across the lean man who can't reach an inch on the bed. In front of her, she is covered by hatred. She hates Jack and hates his sister even more.
Click, click. . .
In the camera, Lucy was lying gently on his side, and the two appeared naked. The white body in the photo reflected deep and shallow kiss marks. She forced herself to smile sweetly and greasily, and Jack's quiet sleep was beside her, and many photos were captured from every angle.
The painful price of revenge, she lost her virginity to the enemy's brother, so what?
She just wanted to take nude photos on Ian's face, and then proudly said to him that Jack, the most dazzling golden bachelor in S City, was much better than him. It was Lucy who didn't want him, and their wedding ceremony was cancelled.
Lucy choked back the severe pain under her body, turned over and got out of bed, holding a mobile phone full of bed photos in her hand, and gritted her teeth to look back at Jack who was sleeping quietly in bed. Her beautiful face had no extra expression.
Her cold eyes swept the pen and paper on the bedside lamp cabinet and casually wrote: "Yesterday's performance was so bad that when a cowherd was not worthy, I will give you a few hundred yuan to buy some medicine to tonify the kidney."
When Lucy finished writing, she still felt unsatisfied. She took out five hundred yuan from her bag and took a pen to write two big words:
Whoring money. . . .
She looked at the note over and over again, and a sarcastic smile hung on her lips.
Jack, blame your sister. . .
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The waiter at the front desk of Jizhou Hotel hung up the phone with a face of stupidity, and the two little girls almost cried with fear.
Overnight, they were all dismissed.
The famous chaebol of S City, DaShao Jack, was furious and kept asking the hotel manager who sneaked into his room last night. . . .
"Was that waiter Sunny last night?"
"I don't know, Sunny had diarrhea yesterday. We don't know who took her place. Who entered 8618?"
The hotel lobby manager came up with a dark face. He was scolded for his dog's blood all morning and did not dare to breathe. Mr. Jack has always lived in the exclusive room 8618. No one will enter this room without authorization except the waiter.
Who the hell is it? He doesn't know either.
Mr. Jack only said that someone had entered, but he didn't lose anything. I don't know why Mr. Jack was so angry.
Jack held the paper with provocative words in his hand, and the graceful font made him feel cold.
His unruly face was full of storms. He tried to recall the past night, but he couldn't remember it.
Jack leans on the head of the bed, with a pair of sharp and absolutely cruel eyes under his unruly broken hair. He pinches his thin lips and presses the piece of paper under his mobile phone. He will not let go of anyone who dares to offend him.
Woman, dare to lightly lift the tiger beard, you are still the first, no matter who you are, he Jack will dig you out.
The hot spring sun can't drive away the haze of Jizhou Hotel at all, and all the employees on duty last night were dismissed. . .
Lucy has a white T-shirt with dark blue denim shorts, and light beige bare boots perfect her slender legs.
When she walked out of the International State Hotel, her mobile phone was filled with photos of her falling on Ian's face in love rat. Her mind was erratic. . .
She walked aimlessly in the noisy market like a ghost whose soul had been taken away. The pain of her body was far less than the pain of gouging out her heart when she lost her lover. . .
Passers-by who passed by kept passing by, hitting her shoulders and arms. People kept passing by her shoulders in her ears, hitting her shoulders and arms, but they couldn't hear anything buzzing in her ears.
The sun shines on the lovers who embrace each other, and they walk sweetly with their shoulders, just like she and Ian in those days. . .
Lucy's mind flashed through all kinds of sweet past events with Ian. Memory flooded her like a flood. She stopped and looked hollow at the big screen standing on the street. It seemed to show the figure of love rat Ian entangled with another woman in bed. Tears suddenly fell like broken beads.
"Lucy, give me a baby? Like me and like you, will you?"
"Lucy, your parents are gone, and I... I'll give you a home."
She needs to cry, and after crying, she doesn't want to think anymore.