Chapter 32
Donald’s point of view
“More than five seconds,” I said with a faint smile as I advanced gently towards her. remarked, pointing to the phone’s display
“Hey, don’t send it!” She tried to grasp it while standing on tiptoe. “Give your phone to me and bring it!”
I lifted it high in the air, and all she could do was jump “You keep your word, and I’ve come! Please, Donald, hand over your phone to me! Don’t post that on the internet!”
It’s fascinating to see her worried. I want to tease her more the more nervous she gets. she follows step by step.
“I’m going to upload,”
“No!” She dashed over in a frenzied manner.
This flurry…. the entire person swooped down on me.
I reclined and sank onto the plush sofa. Instead of hurrying forward, I savored this situation and gazed at her with rapt attention “Are you so anxious to be snatched up in my arms? Do you want to do anything similar to what you did the prior time?”
“No!” Her cheeks flushed. “Hand over your phone!”
“Isn’t it already here? Take it on your own.”
“Your hand must be lowered! I’m not getting it!” “Donald, if you do this again!” she screamed fiercely.
I was intrigued by her angry expression, so I leaned my head against hers and kissed her soft lips.
She blinked open her eyes, her face expressionless.
I turn over and squeeze her under my body, and touch her with my big hand, kissing her on the sensitive spot.
Trista’s point of view
“Donald!” I said almost reflexively as I pushed my hand against his.
He paused for a moment, bowed his head, and continued kissing me. “Get up!” I said as I rushed to keep my mouth shut.
“Donald! You hear me? I ask you get you up!”
“If my memory serves me well, you just went for it?” “Rubbing about on me, isn’t that a hint?” he asked, his face contorted.
“What are your thoughts on this? All I want are those images….”
“You certainly want me,” I say.
“Get up!” I slammed my fist into him, furious “What are you trying to accomplish by calling me so late? fuck me!”
“Fuck you?” He cast a seductive glance at my body.
“Because you don’t want to erase those photos, and I didn’t say anything, I left to take a break!”
I rose with a strong desire to leave.
“Who let you go?”
I retaliated angrily. “My feet are firmly planted on the ground. I’m free to go wherever I choose! It has nothing to do with you!”
“Don’t you want the picture?” he asked softly.
Again!
Every time, he threaten me with this reason!
“You’re not going to give me the photo!” I’m furious. Even if I had done anything heinous that night, I was completely unaware of it. How could he continue to threaten me? It’s far too much! That’s excessive!!
“Come here.” He knelt on the sofa and patted it. “Sit here.”
I’m not interested in going at all.
“Perhaps I’m in a good mood, and my phone will reward you.” He patted the sofa once more. “Come here.”
Trust him for once.
He got up and went to fetch something as soon as he sat on the sofa. After a while, I noticed a hair dryer in his palm.
What exactly is going on?
Is he going to comb my hair?
Donald seemed to be stroking the bottom of the pot and rubbing my hair around as he pressed the switch!
“What are you doing, Donald?” I felt that my head was almost rubbed off by him, and my hair must be rubbed into a ball by him, “can you blow hair?”
“Yes.”
His actions told me that he was definitely the first time to help people blow and took me as an experiment.
I can’t stand it anymore. “Hot! You did it on purpose, Donald!”
He was pressing his massive hand against my head as I tried to stand up.
With his palm, he softly fingered my long hair while holding the hair dryer higher.
“Are you all right? Is your guest room equipped with a hair dryer?” I retorted aggressively.
“No, won’t you ask?”
“It’s none of your business if I don’t blow my hair!”
“NO. What happens if YOU get a cold?”
“It’s not you’re getting a cold; it’s mine! What is it that it has to do with you?” I’m furious!
“You don’t have to pay to see a doctor or take medicine? Do you have any cash on hand? Are you able to afford it?”
“I said fiercely,” I added angrily “Then I’m going to die! Don’t be concerned!”
“When you’re dead, I’ll come get you.” My hair was softly teased by him. “A funeral and a guard of honor are also planned…. It’s a substantial sum of money.”
“Then you let me die on the street!” I raged.
“Do you want to scare the sanitation workers who sweep the floor early in the morning?” He brushed my hair back and continued, “Life is not simple for most people. Do you want to aggravate the situation? Where is your moral conscience?”
“Isn’t it a waste of my time if the sanitation workers call the cops and the cops discover me?”
“Your time is precious!” I exclaimed, enraged.
“Of certainly,” he says. Slowly, he blew my hair. “Can you tell me how much money per minute I have?”
I’m on the verge of puking blood. “OK, Mr. Donald, I know you’re fantastic!”
“Just know.”
The hair dryer was finally turned off by him. I leapt to my feet. The shape must be awful after being blasted by him for so long!
Just as I was ready to walk away, my gaze was drawn unwittingly to the shadow cast by the window. Is it just me? My hair is so straight and smooth since I’ve combed it that way.
“It’s good, isn’t it?” His face was begging to be complimented.
I gave him a blank stare. “I don’t think you have the potential to be a hairdresser anymore.”
I returned to my guest room, banged three locks, and thought to myself, “This bastard won’t sneak into the balcony in the middle of the night, will he?” Close the balcony door and secure it.
After all of this, I was eventually able to climb into bed and sleep soundly.
The phone rang the next morning, waking me up from my slumber. I took it and examined it. It had an unusual number on it.
“Hello?”
“Are you alive, young lady?” Heidi was giddy with delight “Is it true that I’m not dreaming? You were ripped up, Mrs. told me thatat, and I thought you were terribly…. Really….”
Heidi found herself unable to continue and crying uncontrollably.
“Please, Heidi, don’t weep. It’s a lengthy tale. Fortunately, I was rescued.” I awoke from a deep slumber and propped myself up. “I’m alright, don’t worry. I’m not in any way harmed.”
“Really? If everything is okay, God bless me. I’m going to inform both the Lord and the Lady….”
“Wait!” I swiftly came to a halt. “Don’t tell them about it just yet,”
“Why? When the master and wife found out you were kidnapped, they were distraught…. In the morning, they didn’t eat a single mouthful of porridge…. T….”
“Really? Perhaps celebrating by hiding in the room.”
I can’t believe what these plays expose to the public!
“That is correct. The master just expressed his regret for you. He also produced his will, which he stated was intended to be handed over to you. He didn’t think something like this would happen to you….”
“Really?” What an amazing performance! Last night, I had an accident. Until this morning, my father was distraught. Isn’t it a tad late?
I’m not going to be deceived again by these hypocritical families!
“Yes, lady, I witnessed with my own eyes that the master’s will is duplicated and in his hands!”
“Do you have any idea where he put it?” With trepidation, I inquired.