Love Coming from the Least Expected

Chapter 232

Hearing that, I felt utterly bewildered and flattered. Even if I had been dismissed due to a misunderstanding, does the CEO himself have to phone me and ask me to go back? I’m no one significant.

“Vonnie? Vonnie, are you still there?”

“Yes, of course!” I answered, snapping back to my senses. “Are you sure you’re not making a mistake here, Mr. Whitrow? I’m just an admin staff, not a technical staff.”

“There’s no mistake. Well, it’s decided, then. Come to work tomorrow, and your attendance will be counted as full.” After saying that, Richard promptly hung up.

As I stared at my cell phone, I bit my lip lightly. Only when pain registered did I realize that it wasn’t a dream. “How baffling! Could it be that God blessed me with good news since I’ve already suffered a misfortune today?”

Later, I told Christopher about the matter. A mysterious smile bloomed on his face as he rummaged in the closet. “No wonder you haven’t been going to work in the past few days. Since you’ve been idle lately, it’s good for you to go to work so that your imagination doesn’t run wild when I lack time to keep you company.” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Still, mystification engulfed me. I propped a hand under my chin in contemplation. “Well, I just find it perplexing. I’m nobody in the company, so why are they regarding me so highly? Could it be that they’ve discovered that I’m actually the kind of rare talent who has to be nurtured?”

“Perhaps it’s a gift from God.” Christopher handed me an evening gown. “Here, O’ talented one. Attend a party with me tomorrow in this, okay?”

“You want me to attend a party with you? What party is it?” Holding the evening gown out, I regarded it carefully. It was a stunningly beautiful gown he had specially prepared for me with matching undergarments in the same color.

“You’ll know when we’re there. Don’t worry; it’ll just be a few friends of mine. It’s just a small gathering with no one significant. As my girlfriend, you’ve got to make me proud lest those jerks disparate me as a saint who hasn’t touched a woman in years.”

Picking up the pink panties, Christopher brandished them before me with a smirk. “Do try them on. I picked them especially for you, but I might have gotten the size wrong.”

Duh! He must be wanting to see me change in front of him. A saint, he said? If he’s a saint, there’s no normal man in this world!

Ignoring him, I stuffed everything into the closet with the pile of sex toys. I wasn’t going to change before him. While we had had many wild exploits, I was still shy to do so. After all, he always stared at me with a penetrating look in his eyes every single time.

His gaze often perturbed me, making me feel as though I was his prey.

That night, Christopher didn’t do anything to me before sleeping. Conversely, he quickly fell asleep. At that rare turn of events, puzzlement swamped me. Is this the result of overindulgence? Should I buy

some terrapin or the like and cook it for him? Otherwise, what if his manhood shrinks from a nutrient deficiency in the future?

After sleeping for a while, the man rolled over and hugged me. Blinking open his bleary eyes, he groggily checked whether the covers were still intact around me. Upon noticing that I was not asleep, he muttered, “Why are you still awake?”

“I’m thinking of methods to nourish your kidneys. It’s indeed true that men can’t overindulge when they’re young. It looks like I can’t let you have your way too often, or I’ll be crying my heart out if you really can’t get it up anymore in the future.”

Christopher blinked when he heard that, awareness and amusement slowly returning to his eyes. Flipping the covers, he rolled himself over me and bit my lip. “Eve, do you know that you’re a minx? You’ve almost drained me of everything.”

“Then, get off me. Why are you so enthusiastic now?” By then, I could already sense his stiffness pressing against me.

“I know you’re feeling rather needy since you can’t even sleep. Why don’t I sacrifice for a bit and satisfy you once?” Though he said that, I knew it was a joke. He would never relent once he started until he had his fill.

As I lay on the bed, despondency flooded me. Is this really fine? Won’t it lead to impotence?

Once he fell asleep, I stealthily crept out of bed and took out all the sex toys in the closet. Then, I stuffed them into the deepest recesses of the closet in the living room. Hah! He’s not going to find them now. What an utter pervert to always have them on his mind!