Chapter 5 Go Home With Him

After the three left, Martin stood up with a cane in his hand and walked slowly to Rebecca. "Shall we go now? Let's pay Yosef a visit."

Rebecca took a deep breath and stood up. She felt like a lost soul. Things weren't up to her now.

Rebecca gritted her teeth and started walking out, but she didn't notice that the cane in Martin's hand, seemingly by coincidence, was in her way. She tripped over it and lunged forward.

She fell in front of Martin, reflexively grabbed onto his trousers, and then found her face pressing against his crotch.

"Wow. You are so enthusiastic!" Martin chuckled. "Are you thinking about giving me a passionate try? Don't worry. I think you will be satisfied." Martin seemed to mean something. "My eyes don't work, but I'm fully functional down there."

Rebecca's face bloomed bright red. She panicked, stood up hurriedly, and ran out of the room. Outside, she raised her hand to feel her face. Her cheeks felt like they had just spiked a fever.

It seemed like the only one who felt embarrassed was Rebecca. To Martin, it was business as usual. And only after getting into the car did he speak. "My people have found out Yosef's whereabouts. He's at the Kaiser Century, No. 107, Myron Road. Do you know where that is?"

Rebecca nodded but soon realized that Martin couldn't see it, so she said promptly, "Yes, I do."

It was her and Yosef's flat. They moved into it after their wedding and only visited the house of the Swain family occasionally.

"Okay, let's go there."

It was a large flat that had direct elevator access.

Rebecca's fingerprint hadn't been deleted from the elevator's biometric lock. She entered the elevator with Martin and his bodyguards. They went straight to the flat on the thirty-sixth floor.

Stepping out of the elevator, Rebecca and Martin walked to the entryway. Then, they heard a woman's voice from inside. "Ah! You're so big... Yet so comfortable... Faster. Give me more..."

Rebecca stiffened. Through the hollowed-out carved screen at the entryway, she saw a man and a woman. They were naked and entangled on the couch in the living room.

Her best friend, Paige Potter, was bouncing on top of Yosef, her delicate red lips spilling out moans with his every upward thrust. Her hands were braced on his chest, and her face was flushed, her body twisting with sweet, lustful agony.

"Oh, baby, you're so fucking tight."

Yosef held Paige's waist, and as he moved, he lifted and lowered her to him. Along with their mingled screams and moans, the wet sound of slapping flesh filled the room, which seemed to drive them insane with pleasure.

"You are such a whore!"

"Ah! Yosef!" Paige shouted. "Slow down... You're driving me crazy! I am a whore. Don't you like it? Do you like it shy and innocent like Rebecca? Aha... That's it. Faster, Yosef!"

"Hell no. Having sex with Rebecca is like fucking a still-warm carcass. She doesn't arouse me like you do, baby. I like fucking you better. Oh, you're so hot."

Hearing the voices inside, Rebecca felt her scalp tingle. She clenched her teeth as mixed emotions rampaged throughout her entire body.

Well, great!

At that moment, a deliberately lowered voice suddenly sounded in her ears. "I think he's wrong."

Startled, Rebecca nearly screamed, but she covered her mouth in a hurry.

She had forgotten that Martin was standing right there beside her.

"If a woman doesn't respond when she has sex with him, then he's the problem."

As soon as Martin finished his words, the two on the couch became noisier and noisier.

"Ah...I'm going to cum!"

"Ah! Give me... Give it to me!"

Yosef twitched for a few seconds. Then, he and Paige slowly calmed down.

Exhausted, Yosef slowly pulled out of Paige and watched some of his fluids flow out of her. Then, he beamed and reached for the box of tissues on the coffee table. He took out a few tissues, wiped himself up, and then casually threw the used tissues into the trash can.