Chapter 6 What Are You Talking About

Touched by the scene, Jonathan kissed the corner of her eye, "Why are you crying?"

"I don't know. I feel so uncomfortable..." Confused, Vivian unconsciously fiddled with a button on his shirt at his chest and muttered, "Untie it, okay?"

Ignorant innocence was the most seductive.

Jonathan's possessive instinct as a man was aroused, and his mind was filled with the desire to have the woman! His desire knew no bounds, and he wanted more than hugging and kissing. Every cell of his body was clamoring!

Jonathan pulled her hand to the button of his shirt. His deep voice was hoarse and enchanting, "As you wish."

"Mm..." Vivian was extremely anxious.

Now she felt half-conscious and found it strange that she couldn't control herself. The desire was driving her to break free! Sure enough, she was aware of what was happening.

To him, this was also new.

... She opened her tearful eyes and happened to look into his slanted, deep eyes.

Those dark, wise eyes seemed to be glittering soft light, and the sensation from his palm was just like his personality: domineering, powerful... Amid the numb temptation, she couldn't help but hold him.

Jonathan bit her earlobe, "You're mine."

Early the next morning.

Feeling parched, Vivian rubbed her messy hair and opened her eyes. Craving for a cup of water, she moved but found her body aching all over.

"Ow... ouch..."

What was going on? Why were her legs and arms shuddering? And, this... tearing pain...

"Ah..."

Memory swarmed back to her mind, and Vivian sat up from the bed with a start. In horror, she recalled what happened last night and muttered, "This is not real, definitely not real! It's a dream? A cream dream?"

Vivian swallowed and plucked up her courage to turn to the side.

Jonathan's icy and handsome face loomed large. Looked like he was still asleep. His chestnut hair covered his forehead softly, and now he didn't look unapproachable as he usually was.

Her heart sank, and Vivian almost went crazy. What had she done last night?

She slept with this man? But he was a bisexual pervert!

Abruptly Jonathan opened his eyes. Still in drowsiness, he held Vivian into his arms.

"Ah..." Caught off guard, Vivian fell, reached out to push him, and forced a smile, "Heh heh, Jonathan, well... looks like we have a misunderstanding here."

"Huh?" Jonathan stared at her blankly.

"Heh heh." With an awkward smile, Vivian freed herself from his arms and pulled a blanket over her, "Last night, it was an accident..."

Hesitant in her speech, she didn't really know what to say. Not only did she lose her virginity to such a man, but her self-esteem was also destroyed!

What happened exactly last night? Why did she turn so strange? She was not that kind of woman who would drool at the sight of handsome men! What went wrong?

Jonathan remained silent for quite a while but didn't look away. Faced with his composure, she couldn't help feeling guilty and swallowing.

"Humph!" Jonathan sneered like a knife cutting through a metal surface, and Vivian's heart gave a physical lurch.

With no clothes on his upper body, he sat up, and the blanket slipped off. In fear, Vivian immediately closed her eyes, "Ah..."

Jonathan tittered contemptuously. What was the point of closing her eyes now? They had done everything.

... Her face burning with shame, Vivian closed her eyes tightly and spoke incoherently, "Put your clothes on... I can't talk with you like this. Actually, actually, this means nothing to you! It's too common in your life..."

"Common?" With a straight face, Jonathan asked seriously, "You mean the matter that you forced me to sleep with you?"

"What?" Dumbfounded, Vivian glared at him shockingly, "Argh, how could you say that?"

"Am I wrong?" Jonathan lifted the blanket, got out of bed, and pulled on a loose night-gown. While tying the belt, he looked at Vivian, "You jumped on me."

"Ugh..." Vivian was left speechless. Fretted, she scratched her hair and held back her anger, "What do you want?"

"Simple."

Vivian's nape was held fiercely by Jonathan's palm. His strength was irresistible. Bowing his head, he poured out his grievances in a ferocious tone, "It's a woman's obligation to only sleep with one man across her lifetime!"

When he looked into her eyes with his dim and deep eyes, Vivian felt like being drawn into a vortex by a strong force.

Jonathan bent over, his thin lips brushing against hers, "Fulfill your responsibility!"

Gosh... this world had been turned upside down. Was there any justice left?

"Huh?" Vivian pushed Jonathan away. Since talk didn't work, she would stop being nice, "Obligation? Responsibility? Are you kidding me?"

Silently Jonathan frowned at her.

"Mr. Luke, how many people have slept with you? I'm afraid you couldn't count it. Even someone should be held responsible, it will not be me!" Vivian squinted at him and sneered, "You even want men! You're sick!"

Jonathan pursed his thin lips, his bushy eyebrows knitted, and his face turned ghastly pale, "What are you talking about?"

"Ha!" Vivian tittered, "Am I wrong? Am I not the 'prince' you ordered last night? How could a man like you talk about obligation and responsibility? Mr. Luke, open your eyes. I am a woman! Don't you think you should hold a man responsible for you?"

Filled with indignation, she picked up her clothes that scattered on the floor and rushed into the bathroom.

Her phone was vibrating in her pocket. It was from the team leader. Vivian glared at the screen until the sockets hurt and the corners of her eyes were wet. Filled with hatred, she gnashed her teeth! In retrospect, she knew her abnormal behavior last night should have something to do with that cup of water she drank in the lounge!

Inexperienced, she fell into a trap so easily!

For the so-called headlines, she lost herself to Jonathan twice... Now her chips were all gone!