Devil CEO's Contract Lover

Chapter 19 Stress

I know Damon is a good swimmer, but I never learned, and holding my breath is not something I'm

good at!

Damon was shocked at my resistance and realized he was unknowingly immersed in her goodness.

Damn! She's just a shameless woman, he shouldn't be so engrossed.

Looking at the person lying down beside him, Damon suddenly thought, how long has it been?

How long has it been since he had the freedom to control his desires, but today he lost control over her

body!

The room smelled of lust, and I closed my eyes, tears falling down, hating myself for what I had just

done.

Damon was sleeping right next to myself, and when I opened my eyes I could see his chest with the

scratch marks I had just left.

"Tiffany and I haven't had sex, and I've been stressed out lately, so I'm taking it out on you." Damon

said indifferently.

My body went cold, I was just a tool for him to vent his stress, and Tiffany was the one he really loved

and cherished.

All of his actions just now were just mocking me, it must have been so smug for him to see me revel in

the pleasure he was giving me, right?

"Treating a pregnant person like that, Damon, you really are more cold-blooded than I thought." I said

in annoyance.

"My force was well controlled, and again ......" Damon smiled wickedly, "You seem to look like you're

enjoying yourself too, am I wrong?"

"I didn't! You're talking nonsense! I was forced by you!" I was poked by him and defended myself even

louder.

They really were a bit like a couple having a falling out, counting each other's faults, and I duly stopped

talking.

That's not possible. Damon and I are just in a trading relationship, a couple? No way in the next life!

I know what kind of person Damon is, he won't give up easily when he is sure of something or

someone.

This is true for the company and even more so for Tiffany! And I am the least valuable in his eyes!

"It was forced at the beginning, what about the end?" He just wanted to see me dumbfounded.

Usually I was always flailing, making it look like I was hard to get close to, and only occasionally was I

rendered speechless by his words.

"Is that what you ask of every woman you've ever fucked?" I pulled the covers over me.

I feel dirty, why can't my whole body be controlled through my brain and played with by this man with

abandon!

"I won't be like them, forced by you, and ask with a smile when I can be pleasured by you again!" I

said.

The afterglow of the pleasure still left a red cloud on her cheeks, and the way she earnestly defended

herself seemed so cute.

"I, I've only touched you as a woman, and before Tiffany and I got married, I would only touch you as

well."

Talking like how much he cherishes love, he only touched me alone? How is that possible?

Wait! What does he mean? Something like today, will it happen again in the future?

"Don't even think about it again!" I pulled the covers over my head, my face heating up again at the

thought of being unclothed with this man.

Damon reached out and turned off the lamp, it was cozy with Tiffany, but it seemed like he had never

had desire for her.

From the beginning, he thought it was pure love, but what was wrong with today? He's so out of

control!

Forget it, it's better not to think about it, it's just a special situation, what man hasn't been excited

before?

I just happened to be right next to him when he wanted it.

When I woke up the next day, I reflexively looked at the spot next to the bed and Damon wasn't there.

I was confused for a moment, remembering all the details of last night, and I pulled back a small crack

in the covers.

My body was dry, my clothes were in good shape, the room smelled like flowers, and the sheets had

obviously been changed.

Who had changed my clothes? It was Damon? He's not that nice! Who was it ......

Did the maid change it? My cheeks flushed with shame, not wanting to get up and be laughed at by the

people outside.

I dawdled for half a day before I got up from the bed, I couldn't starve myself to death in the room for

this, could I?

I went downstairs while looking at the maids' eyes and found nothing unusual, so the discomfort in my

heart was much better.

"Miss, are you coming down? I'm going to ask Damon to join us for dinner." Linda said with a smile.

"Damon, is he home? I thought the company was busy today?" I asked, puzzled.

"Damon said he wanted to take the day off and is now doing his morning exercises." Linda was

obviously happy.

"Do you think Damon is staying for Monica's birthday?"

"Birthday ......" I smiled slightly, it seemed my persuasion had worked a little yesterday.

Monica and Wesley are coming back today and must be in a good mood seeing that Damon is home

on leave.

"Miss, this is the change Damon made for you!" Linda said.

A change? I should say he finally got his conscience down, right? For Damon, except for Tiffany, no

woman is worth changing for him.

In the interval of thinking, Damon came back, wearing casual clothes, a little sweat on his forehead

after exercise.

As soon as I saw him, I remembered last night's "punishment" and my cheeks were burning again.

Linda handed me a towel and glanced at Damon with her eyes, meaning I should hand it to him.

I pulled the towel and walked over to Damon and said in an unfriendly tone, "Here."

I hadn't forgotten how he had humiliated me with his words yesterday, and he had never been nice

about it.

Damon took the towel, as if he didn't care about my attitude, and wiped his sweat.

I put the company down for the morning and went outside for a workout.

A red cloud rose up on my face, which Damon found interesting.

When I lifted my head without thinking, I actually saw Damon's meaningful smile. Bastard!

I turned around to wash up and Linda brought me a bowl of nutritious congee made with minced meat

and various diced vegetables.

I took a sip and it seemed to taste pretty good, while Damon ate plain white porridge with a few small

butterflies of light vegetables in front of him.

"Tomorrow my brother Austin will come back too." Damon said suddenly.

"Who are you talking to?" I looked around and there seemed to be no one else but me, "Talking to

me?"

"Who else but you?" Damon secretly laughed at my confusion, or childishness, Tiffany wouldn't do

such a cheap thing.

"But I've never heard you mention your brother." I wondered.

Not only did Monica and Wesley not mention it, but Linda didn't mention it much either, and there was

no room for him in the villa, but I had heard of such a person.

"He was more rebellious than me, pursued his dream of photography at a very early age, had a very

different philosophy than the family, and over time, parted ways with the family and would rarely return

during the year." Damon said with a sip of plain water.

"It's not called rebellion, I think it's good, he seems smarter than you, why don't you ......"

I only said half of it, trusting Damon to know what I wanted to ask.

"Do I have a choice? There are only two children in the family, my brother has already left, and if I leave

again, who will support the family estate?"

Damon said with a faint gloom around his eyes, which didn't seem to be his favorite topic.

"I don't understand, I have nothing to inherit from my family, except the family name." I replied.

But in a flash, my heart seized up again, and I questioned Damon apprehensively and carefully.

"In the future, when our baby grows up, will he/she also inherit the family business like you?"

I just wanted the baby to grow up healthy and didn't want him to have an unpleasant childhood.

"Maybe." Damon sighed slightly and looked up with another kind of teasing smile, "But that doesn't

seem to have anything to do with you, does it?"

How the baby can be, whether it inherits the family business in the future or goes abroad for further

studies, has absolutely nothing to do with the name Sofia.