Unexpected Encounter with my Boss (Vincent and Tiffany)

Then, Vincent turned around and walked out mechanically.

Tiffany finally returned to her senses after the sound of his footsteps had vanished for a while. "Could he be... sleepwalking?"

She turned around, hesitantly looked at Vincent's glass, and gulped. She only felt a little thirsty just now. But now, she felt extremely thirsty.

It should be fine for her to use his glass. Nobody would know after she washed it and put it back in its place.

After making up her mind, Tiffany approached the glass. She had already picked it up and filled it with water before she realized it. Looking at the water in the glass, she couldn't help but take a few sips.

Suddenly, she sensed someone looking at her. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a figure standing at the kitchen door, giving her a shock. Her hand slipped, and she dropped the glass on the ground. It shattered to pieces. Tiffany squatted in a panic, trying to pick the fragments up, but someone stopped her.

Vincent grasped her wrist, forcing her to tiptoe slightly and lean on him. She could instantly feel his body warmth because they were both wearing thin silk pajamas.

He seemed to feel something and lowered his head to gaze at her.

Meeting his deep eyes, she felt even more panicked. She broke free from him and was about to step back.

Upon seeing that, Vincent squinted and reached out again. Instead of clasping her wrist, he hugged her waist with one hand while holding the crook of her knees with the other.

When Tiffany felt her body leaving the ground, she realized he had scooped her up. Dumbfounded, she grabbed the collar of his pajamas with confusion. "Mr. Lewis?"

Vincent didn't respond. He simply carried her through the living room and up the stairs.

"Mr. Lewis, where are you taking me?" Tiffany attempted to jump out of his arms, but he held her so firmly that she couldn't break free.

She didn't dare to make too much noise for fear of waking up the others. If they saw this scene, she would be unable to explain it.

Vincent carried Tiffany into the guest room. After entering, he put her on the bed.

Before she could get up, he was already pressing her down from behind. He tightly wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed himself against her belly. "Mr. Lewis!" Tiffany was shy and scared.

She tried to push his hands away, but he drew her back and held her into his arms. Now, he was holding her so tightly that she couldn't get away.

After a while, she heard Vincent's steady breathing come from behind. She wondered if he was asleep.

Biting her lip, Tiffany tried to pull his hands off her again. Despite struggling for a long time, it was all in vain. Even when he fell asleep, he could still hold her so tightly to the point she couldn't move at all

She attempted to unclasp his fingers until her hands were sore. Even if she managed to push his hands away slightly, he would just pull her back into his arms and hug her tighter.

Gradually, she became sleepy and couldn't resist it anymore. She then drifted off to sleep.

...

When Vincent opened his eyes in the morning, he felt a soreness in one arm. When he sniffed the air, he smetted a faint fragrance that he found to be rather familiar

Lowering his head, he looked in disbelief at the woman curled up in his arms who was sleeping soundly. "Tiffany?"novelbin