Chapter 9 Being Jealous

The cell phone rang so loud and sounded impatient that it disturbed Louisa's long sleep after a night of making love. With her eyes closed and her brows furrowed deeply, her right hand fumbled around to find where the damn thing was. Cursing in her heart why, when her strength had not wholly recovered, she had to make an urgent call that might not be important like this. She squinted as soon as he managed to reach the cell phone under her butt, looked at Cory's name, then answered the call and called out,

"What's fucking wrong with you, huh!" Louisa pressed the loudspeaker and threw the cell phone aside to continue sleeping. Her life was still floating around in dreamland, repeating how great her night with Dean was. If it hadn't been for Cory's call, Louisa would have loved to sleep until this afternoon or linger in bed enjoying her holiday for a while.

"Come on, Lovebird," said Cory, embarrassed. "Don't you know what time it is? We will meet one of the beauty companies that will use your services, Louisa! Wake up, girl!" he ordered.

"Oh... Cory... can you delay it for tomorrow?" Louisa whined, not accepting that she had to be separated from the soft mattress she was on now. "My body feels like an elephant has hit it," she complained.

"Fuck!" Cory screamed, stunned beyond belief. He could imagine how Louisa would spend the night with Dean. OK, it looks like fans' guesses from both sides are correct. They were like two lions in one cage, wild and hot. He massaged his forehead, which felt tingling when he heard Louisa's reply again. "I knew Dean would make love to you until your bones broke!"

"Then just delay it; I'm sluggish," said Louisa, pulling the blanket over her head.

"Are you nuts? Get up, Lou! I'll come to Mr. Cross's house. Get ready, or I'll kick your ass!" Cory threatened, then hung up the phone.

"Damn it!" Louisa cursed, forcing herself to get up from her laziness before Cory came along, grumbling and cursing. She yawned and widely scratched her head as she gathered all her soul, still lulled by the beautiful flower of sleep. Then, look around where the glass walls with ivory-white curtains are exposed. It makes sunlight penetrate and provides warmth to the skin. Her gaze stopped at the floor where her clothes, shoes, and sling bag were scattered innocently. Likewise, Dean's white shirt was slung on the sofa while the owner was gone.

Louisa got out of bed, put her bra and panties back on, and then put on Dean's shirt as she walked towards the balcony. Louisa was amazed to find Dean's residence had a beautiful landscape in the morning. The expanse of blue sky is decorated with white wisps floating in the sky, plus hills and the roofs of luxury houses full of glamour inhabited by Hollywood actors and actresses. No wonder this area has fantastic prices, thought Louisa in amazement. Combining masterpieces from the Creator and top Hollywood stars adds a plus point to Beverly Hills. Meanwhile, the palm trees waved in the wind, directing Louisa down the balcony to observe Dean swimming in his private pool.

Louisa leaned against the guardrail, enjoying what she saw now while holding back a shy smile. Dean's athletic body was only covered by black shorts that tightly wrapped his plump buttocks, showing off his sculpted, broad shoulder muscles. His white, slightly tan skin glistened under the sunlight as if he had transformed into the most expensive pearl. The movement of Dean's hands from up to down towards the edge of the pool reminded Louisa that yesterday, those strong arms had confined her, holding Louisa's hands above her head while Dean's lips moved to give a wet trail. Just like that, Louisa shuddered in horror, still feeling Dean dominate her body.

She tilted her head, propped her chin with her right hand, and called, "Hey, Bunny!"

Dean pulled over to the pool's edge, wiped his wet face and hair briefly, and then looked up. He waved his right hand while smiling cheerfully as if their fight at the club was meaningless. Is it that easy for Dean to forget that? Louisa thought. She shook her head silently, feeling that Dean wouldn't care. It's better if she admires Dean and all his charms that don't fade, even if he looks at them for too long.

Damn! Louisa thought, tempted by the sculpted muscles there. Her hands were itching to touch Dean's broad shoulders, especially the hairs under the centre of that charming body. Louisa has marked that area as her favourite now.

"Hi, Babe. Dreamed about me last night?" Dean asked.

"No. But I still feel you in my body," said Louisa honestly, causing a blush on her cheeks. It's wild why she's so blunt about saying things that should be kept under wraps. But It can't be denied that Dean is a handsome, damn sexy man, right? No wonder so many women are really into that man, she thought.

"Come down!" Dean ordered, then climbed out of the pool and grabbed the towel slung over the wooden chair to dry himself.

"Come on up. My legs still hurt for walking, Mr. Cross," said Louisa, laughing out loud, throwing a teasing eye roll at Dean.

"You order me?" Dean asked with his hands on his hips. "You will know the consequences, Louisa."

"Aw, I'm waiting for your punishment, Mr. Cross," teased Louisa, rolling one eye and sticking out her tongue, knowing that after this, Dean would invite her to fall into that pleasure again.

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Dean kissed Louisa's wet shoulder, which smelled of lavender soap when Louisa had just finished cleaning herself. More precisely, after they had spent quite a long time making love there. This was all because of Louisa's provocation, who joked that this was morning exercise, which should be done regularly in addition to getting to know each other. Dean laughed out loud, agreeing with Louisa's crazy idea while praising that the girl was just as crazy even after they argued at the club.

Dean helped dry Louisa's silky honey-brown hair while the girl was slathering her skin with facial moisturiser. In front of the mirror, the lovebirds, intoxicated with passion, exchanged mischievous glances, implying that the love they had already ignited could not just be extinguished. Dean bent down and kissed Louisa's neck, immediately awakening the girl's hair. The centre of her body reacted again, longing for the sensual touch Dean was giving.

Louisa started to become addicted, and this feeling could not be let go so quickly, even though his common sense told her to set limits. Louisa looked up, enjoying the small kisses that became more and more demanding as Dean's right hand wandered under the towel of the red pyjamas she was wearing. Dean smiled a crooked smile when his right fingers found Louisa's valley. I'm so wet and waiting to be pampered. He bit Louisa's earlobe lightly until the girl moaned.

"Did you enjoy it, Lou?" Dean asked as the harmony excited Louisa's wild side.

The girl's eyes became misty again; her whole body immediately throbbed from Dean's attack. Damn, and damn, she cursed. She wanted to stop, but the pleasure paralysed Louisa for the umpteenth time. All he could do was a weak nod and a look full of hope that Dean would continue his game.

"Not now, Babe, we have to work," said Dean, stopping the action, which earned Louisa an expression of disapproval. The man giggled, then sent a soft kiss on the lips to calm his girlfriend, then took a little hair gel to style her copper brown hair.

"What's your plan for today?" Louisa asked, spraying vanilla perfume on her neck and behind her ears.

"Me? I was going to meet my colleague from Seoul a few days ago; we agreed to collaborate on an album project for one of the singers. Why?" replied Dean, now wearing a grey shirt with a vertical pattern.

Louisa was stunned for a moment, admiring Dean's body shape. "You're fucking hot, Mr. Cross."

"I consider that a compliment, thanks," said Dean, kissing Louisa's head. "You're interested in my work, Ms. Bahr?"

"Just asking, Dean. Have conversations like this never happened to you and a woman before me?" Louisa sneered in annoyance while wearing a casual suit with a white crop top and a pink mini skirt.

"No. I don't like them interfering with my work or personal life," answered Dean, still observing Louisa's reflection in the mirror. "What about you?"

"Cory will come and say there is a beauty company that wants to use my services to advertise their products," said Louisa, proud of her achievements.

"On my recommendation," continued Dean arrogantly, making Louisa turn around with a surprised face. "I don't want you to offer something to other men like yesterday, Ms. Bahr. Clothes too revealing, men's seductive gazes like you're offering your body to them. I can't stand seeing that man drooling."

"Shit, Dean! You have no right to do that!" Louisa exclaimed angrily at Dean's unilateral decision, who was so happy to interfere in her affairs. "Being my date doesn't mean you're controlling my life, Mr. Cross! What are you fucking doing, huh?"

"I don't wanna fight, Lou," Dean sighed, trying to calm Louisa's anger.

"You did it, Dean!" Louisa pointed angrily. "You didn't even discuss that with me, Cory! You think you can decide what I do because you're the head of my agency?"

"Lou..." Dean grabbed Louisa's arm but was pushed away roughly.

"Don't fucking touch me, Dean!" Louisa packed up her things and left without paying attention to the man's voice.

Dean ran, wearing only black boxers and a grey shirt, chasing Louisa down the stairs one by one while trying to keep the girl waiting for her manager to arrive. Unfortunately, Dean's words were considered passing wind by Louisa, who was already burning with emotion.

"Lou!"

"You're a crazy bastard, Dean!" Louisa screamed as Cory opened the main door to call the girl. "Cory, let's call it a day at the company. Let the bastard behind me take care of the rest."

"What?" Cory gaped in disbelief, throwing a questioning look at Dean. "Ah, now I understand why Ellie's company called me at night if it wasn't for your request, Mr. Cross. Come on, it's not fair, Boss."

"Arrange your meeting with Ellie's company, Cory; I don't want to lose money," said Dean, throwing responsibility at the man with the long eyes. "She deserves it."

Cory rolled his eyes before finally following Louisa, leaving Dean alone in his big house. Dean took a deep breath, rubbing his face angrily, feeling it would be challenging to arrange Louisa's life according to her wishes. It's like putting two stones together in a tight little box. No one wants to give in and be defeated, Cory thought.