Chapter 2 Where's the woman from

Allen Harris gently put down his wine glass and walked over to the bed, his long fingers pulled up the corner of the comforter and he fiercely lifted it.

He saw a bright, moonlight-like body, which was white, flawless, exquisite, and dazzling.

"Hot, so hot, uh....."

Anne Miller hummed, then she bit her cherry red lips, her eyebrows frowned as if she was enduring a great torture.

Allen wrinkled his eyebrows, and his eagle eyes narrowed slightly, his brain immediately gave a judgment that this woman had been poisoned!

Her delicate wrists were bound by silk fabric, and she struggled helplessly, dense beads of sweat oozed from her pale pores and rolled in all directions along the curve of her body, forming an infinite reverie.

Anne wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids were heavy, her long eyelashes were slightly fluttering, and her five senses were exquisite and natural, without a single flaw and pretentiousness.

Allen's eyes deepened and his throat tightened inexplicably, he stopped looking at her, and then he pressed his long finger on the speakerphone and dialed "1".

"Mr. Harris, what can I do for you?" The butler asked politely.

Allen didn't speak immediately; he glanced at the woman who was still struggling and squirming, and he lightly pursed his thin lips, "Nothing." And he hung up the phone.

Allen walked over to Anne again, and he nimbly undid the silk on her wrist and roughly pulled her up.

"Where's the woman from, get out of here!"

Everyone in S City knew that he was a man who was not close to women; he had taken his job as a wife, so no one would give him a woman as a gift, everything here should be of this woman's design.

"Cool, comfortable, uh...."

Anne was grabbed by a pair of big cool hands and she left the hot bedding, she felt a little fresher, and she pounced on the person by instinct like a mosquito could smell the source of blood.

Allen was pounced backward defenselessly, the crystal light above his head shattered into countless neon lights in his eyes.

When the woman slammed into his chest, it was as if fireworks were blooming in his chest, and big bunches of fireworks bloomed with a bang, Pandora's Box was opened that would unleash all the evil greed and the vain pain of the human world...

He adjusted himself quickly; he held his breath and clenched his fists, flexing his near-extreme endurance against the woman's physical and mental assault on him.

"Damn woman! Get the hell out of here!"

Allen's eyes were fierce, and he raised his hand and pushed it towards her while letting out a roar of anger, as if he had hit on cotton, his strength was absorbed as much as possible.

"Uh......."

Anne was pushed out and she pulled off the bath towel that Allen had wrapped around his waist, slamming it heavily on the mattress.

Allen was so nervous that he reached out to grab the bath towel, but to his surprise, the shameless woman climbed on top of him with her hands and feet, which was like grape ivy, she would climb him whether the wall wanted to or not.

Allen's hard chest was once again hit with softness, and a rush of hot blood rushed to his brain.

Damn, he reacted!

The woman's skin was as white and soft as silk, her delicate collarbone and thinly cut shoulder blades was a feast for the eyes; the scent of natural nectar on her body was the scent of a lone maiden, and her whisper was the charm of infinity...

All his senses were mobilized, and his body was so hot that he was desperate to find an exit.

Anne's pink lips were slightly open, rippling with a seductive glow, and she eagerly searched for a man's lips, like a fish in the desert that longed for water.

Allen didn't move until the woman's incomparably soft lips pressed forcefully against his, and the unskilled kiss made every vein of his kiss burst.......