Chapter 8 It Won't Be An Easy Life

"You want me to relax? What do you think if I ride on top of you?" Cara told him off.

All she wanted to do now was to curse. 'Why was this fucking man so bossy?' she thought. Who gave him the right to even force her to have sex with him?

"Fine," Nehemiah agreed in an aggressive voice. "Try to ride me if you like!"

Alas! Cara was shocked. Nehemiah glazed at her eyes intensely. It was as if his deep beautiful eyes suddenly shifted to naughty evil look as he lifted Cara and put her on top of his body.

Hours later, as much as Nehemiah still had more energy left in his body, their bodies gave up from countless orgasms and pleasure they had. The two went off to sleep. Nehemiah fell into a deep slumber while Cara needed only less sleep.

Disheveled, she got up first from the bed and covered herself with the blanket. She carefully examined the man who was still sleeping.

Although Nehemiah was a director, he was much more handsome than even an A-list star. 'He is rich, ' Cara said to herself, 'but...' This was the exact reason why she was determined to stay away from men like him. She just wanted to live her ordinary life peacefully and happily.

Cara already had made up her mind. The truth was, deep down in her heart, she knew she couldn't have much interaction with this man.

It was not until noon when Nehemiah woke up.

"You are awake."

Cara got a stool and sat at the edge of the bed. She already had her clothes on. Her round glistening eyes were full of charm.

"Yeah," Nehemiah answered in a low voice.

He looked at her as if nothing happened. He usually did not allow any person stay in his room. Cara was the first person who spent the night with him at his bedroom. Besides, he found Cara as someone he wouldn't mind seeing first when he woke up.

"Mr. Nehemiah, since you mentioned that I will be your lover, as your lover, can I put forward some conditions?"

Cara held her cheeks with both hands, and her black hair fell on her shoulder softly, which showed the little woman's charm.

He narrowed his eyes in confusion. For him, what Cara did was as stupid as a rabbit running to a wolf to say, "Can you promise me a few things before you eat me?"

"Speak," Nehemiah uttered in a cold voice.

He grunted and sat up lazily on his bed. As he leaned against the headboard, the blanket unwrapped from his body, perfectly exposing his buff chests.

Cara just swallowed down from the sight. 'Dang, ' she thought, 'He is really good-looking.'

She mustered up herself and confidently said to him, "I don't want your money, your luxurious car, or this extravagant villa. I just want you to promise me one thing. That's all. I won't force you to do anything else. Do you want to know what it is?"

"Oh? What is it?" Nehemiah asked in awe. Nehemiah sat on the right side edge of the bed. He found Cara to be more and more interesting. This was the first time he encountered a woman who didn't want these things after having an affair with him. 'Does she want something bigger?' he thought to himself.

"Do you want to be Mrs. Mo?" he straightly asked Cara.

Nehemiah Mo took the lighter on the bedside table and lit a cigar. His deep eyes fell on Cara, with so much wonders in his head.

"No," Cara insisted.

'Marrying you is the last thing I'd do, you moron! What a fucking demon, ' she thought to herself.

"Oh?"

Seeing such disgust in her eyes, Nehemiah squinted his eyes maliciously. Indeed, he had no plan to make this girl his wife. But the disdain in her eyes made him feel particularly unpleasant.

This made Cara felt uneasy. She quickly blinked her eyes and suddenly shifted to an innocent look. She shook her head and replied, "Sir, I... I... I didn't mean to disrespect you. But I know myself and what I deserve. A rich and handsome man like you will definitely not marry a girl with lower social rank like me."