Don't Annoy My Boss Daddy

Chapter 68 Take The Initiative

"Hollie, do you still need to pretend in front of me? Before you met Dylan, you cooperated with me very

much on bed. Now that you have another man, you have begun to resist."

Brandon's voice was cold. The desire in his eyes had long disappeared. I couldn't see any emotion in

his eyes when he looked at me.

Seeing him mention Dylan again and again, I was even more annoyed. What was wrong with Brandon

today? How did Dylan offend him? And nothing had happened between me and Dylan. Why was he

saying all this?

"Brandon, let me tell you, Dylan and I are not as indecent as you think. We're going to get married,

unlike you and me. This is just purely sexual!"

I looked at Brandon mockingly and glared at him, unwilling to show weakness. No matter whether I had

feelings for Dylan or not, at least the two of us were together for marriage, not just for sex.

Dylan was also a gentleman. We have known each other for almost a month, but he hadn't asked for

sex with me.

"You're already speaking up for him now. Hollie Hunter, don't forget, for the next six months, you're still

mine!"

Men had always been a kind of animal with strong possessiveness. This is especially true when two

males are competing for a mate. That was when their possessiveness is shown.

Although I was very angry, I couldn't refute it. I did promise Brandon just now.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, he glanced at me and then began to tease me again. Our recent

quarrel had turned me off, so no matter how hard he tried this time, I wasn't feeling it.

This time, he was not as patient as before. He just casually touched me a few times and then went

straight to the point.

"Brandon, stop, stop!"

I placed my hands on his chest and wanted to push him away, but he was like an unmoving mountain

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His actions became more frantic because of my resistance.

I was forced to endure his crazy demand. No matter how much pain I was in, Brandon didn't slow

down. Only now did I realize that in Brandon's eyes, I was just someone for him to vent his desires.

Even though the two of us had known each other for such a long time, he had no feelings for me. Other

than venting his desire, he didn't feel anything else for me.

About half an hour later, he finally finished up.

"Are you done? If you're done, I'm leaving."

Enduring the pain, I sat up and tidied my clothes. I didn't want to see him for another second longer.

"Are you in such a hurry to see Dylan?"

Brandon lay on the bed and did not stop me, but what he said made me angry again.

Since we met today, he had been talking about Dylan, which made me very uncomfortable. What had

my relationship with Dylan got to do with anything? Why did he keep bringing it up?

"It has nothing to do with you who I am going to see. I will remember my promise to you."

I didn't want to argue with Brandon anymore. I said these words coldly and stood up.

I was going to put on my clothes and leave, but the buttons on my shirt had been torn off. I couldn't

cover myself up at all.

I couldn't leave like this. I remembered the way he had acted earlier and got angry again. I wondered if

he had done this deliberately.

"Aren't you in a hurry to leave? Why aren't you leaving now?"

Brandon sat up and looked at me calmly with some triumph in his eyes.

"How am I supposed to leave like this? Brandon, did you do this on purpose? How am I supposed to

leave if my clothes are like this?"

I sat down on the edge of the bed. Seeing that the buttons on my shirt had fallen off and there was no

way to cover myself, I became a little annoyed.

"I can't control myself when I'm in the mood. Next time, you should take off your clothes beforehand so

that I won't ruin them."

Brandon didn't get mad at me for questioning him. Instead, he had a smile on his face.

"Why are you laughing? I can't leave like this!"

I had an urge to strange Brandon as I glared at him. He was so rough with me just now, but now it was

like he had forgotten about it. He was really a fickle man.

"Then don't leave."

Brandon stood up, put on his shirt gracefully, and then looked at me again. "I'm hungry. Go cook

something."

"What, cook? Why should I even cook for you?"

I rolled my eyes at Brandon and sat on the bed without moving.

I had just been tormented by him. Why should I cook for him now? Was I so desperate to please him?

"If you don't want to do it, then you can forget about eating tonight. You can't leave tonight anyway."

When Brandon said this, he had already put on his clothes. He turned around and left the bedroom,

leaving me alone.

After waiting for a long time, Brandon didn't come back. Was he really going to let me starve?

Thinking of this, I became a little anxious. I was so angry with Gabriel at noon today that I hadn't had

lunch. If I didn't eat dinner as well, I might really starve to death.

I looked towards Brandon's closet and then stood up. I glanced at the door. Brandon still wasn't coming

back, so I slipped into the closet.

I thought it was just a small closet, but when I entered, I found that it was a little too big. It was even

bigger than the bedroom.