Marked By The Billionaire

Chapter 6: Let’s Continue What We Started

Lucy did not turn her head and only heard the voice, but she could tell the voice was from the man who had violated her in the elevator.

With a grin hovering in the corners of his eyes, William George pressed his naked body close to Lucy.

He had meant to leave after changing his clothes but had a glanced at his bruises unconsciously, and delayed putting them on.

She broke into the room as a complete surprise.

His hot breath hit her ears, and her body went stiff.

William smiled more obviously, and was exceptionally contented with this result. He was close to Lucy and nearly bit her white neck. “Let’s continue what we started.”

Lucy looked frustrated and turned back slowly, but when she saw William, she changed her expression in an instant. Her eyes were nearly dripping tears and she looked very pretty and charming.

Her delicate, pink lip opened slightly, and she reached out her slender, white fingers to draw lines on his chest. “Let’s continue to have sex, and enjoy your body.

The last two words were stressed in tone, and she swung her bag forward in a violent rage to hit his head.

“I let you taste my body!” she yelled, striking him with her bag. When she saw there was a swollen bruise on his forehead, she stopped.

“It felt good!”

William looked dully at her.

A woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets, it was wrong to take actions.

Lucy swung her bag and hit him again.

William knew that there were so many women who wanted to have sex with him. Even if they were just one night stands, they still needed it.

What he did to Lucy became an immoral behavior, and she took actions against him.

He touched the swollen bruise on his head, “You are a real fiery little pepper.”

William smiled and raised his lips, “I like it.”

Nobody had ever interested him as much. Lucy was the first one.

Lucy couldn’t stay at the hospital, so she ran downstairs and tried to stop a taxi.

When she arrived at her door, turning the key two times to open it, she noticed the familiar decorations and smell. Lucy breathed a sigh of relief in the end.

She thought of the man and gave a shudder. She could have been raped by the man if she hadn’t run away with her quick wits.

She sat on the sofa and took an apple from her table. It seemed that what she ate was William’s, at the same time, and she chewed the apple fully and said those who were handsome were not as good as expected.

Her chest felt sluggish, and remembered Byron at the hospital again.

She once imagined their encounter again, and wondered what would happen next. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Thinking about it over and over again, she found there was nothing good.

Lucy threw down the apple core, and went to the sink.

The tips of fingers seemed to have the touched the man’s chest, and she instantly felt goosebumps.

She washed her hands with soap over and over.

She spent the rest of the afternoon reading, and eventually it became night. The moonlight was cold and delivered a soft light through the window.

Lucy sneered at William in her brain, which improved her mood and helped her vent.

She raised her soft hands, and clenched her fists. She would hit him hard if she met that scoundrel again!

William lay on his bed for a long sleepless night.

He walked to the hall with his bare feet to open the fridge, twisting open a bottle of water, and poured it into his mouth.

The cold water glided down his esophagus, which cleared his head.

But he was stubborn, and without exception he got everything he wanted.

Unexpectedly, he failed to get what he wanted when he had confronted Lucy over and over again. Every time failed.

It was really miserable.

In New York, it was impossible that he couldn’t get what he wanted with his strength.

“Master,” Dan said. William ignored and smiled an icy smile.

Dan was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. He doubted that those who displeased his master were so stupid.

“I’m looking into a woman whose name was Lucy.”

“Everything was about her from his birth to now.”

On the sofa, William sat back with his slender legs crossed. His actions made him look like a noble.

Dan replied, and glanced again at the wound on his master’s forehead. He thought to himself it might have been the woman, Lucy, who’d hit him, so courageous.