Chapter 5 Five

Ray glanced at Alexa who was sweating and still delirious.

"I want to throw up. Can I throw up on your face, darling?" she said with her eyes open and narrowed coquettishly.

How can you say that with this face, Ray thought.

"I'll get you some water," he said.

Before he had time to turn around, the hem of his jacket was tugged weakly by a thin hand. Alexa's eyes opened sadly, looking at him pleadingly. For some reason, he felt a little sorry and sat closer to the edge of the bed.

"Don't leave me, Bryan." She rose up a little and hugged his stomach tightly.

"I'm not Bryan. I'm Ray," said Ray simply.

Alexa chuckled. "Did you shorten your name from Bryan to Bray?"

Ray, "..."

Alexa took this opportunity to butt heads with his body and pushed him onto his back on the bed. On a whim, she climbed onto his stomach while looking at him intently. All that was in her view was an abstract, swaying face and triplets.

Shit! Her ears were ringing.

"Why did you cheat on me?" Her head fell on his chest, their hearts beating as one. "Do you really want to have sex with me?"

Her hand crept up to his face intending to caress it, but she felt the sharp hairs on the man's chin and chuckled. Maybe because he was annoyed, Ray caught her hand causing her to squeal coquettishly.

She raised her head. "Since when do you have a beard? So sharp, so tempting."

There was no answer, only he looked straight at her with his blue eyes.

"If I agree to sex, won't you leave me?" she asked quietly and shyly.

"I don't want that."

Her forehead wrinkled. Annoyed. The next thing that happened was he pulled himself up and sat up straight with her hair messy. She grinned. Ray remained silent as his shirt buttons were opened with a teasing movement.

"I want sex, but you have to marry me," she said again.

The shirt buttons in front of him were unbuttoned, his hard chest had protruded allowing her to give him a gentle massage. The man's skin was neither soft, nor rough, it was tougher than it looked. His muscles stood out firmly. She lowered his head to kiss his chin, licking it. There was a tingle in his short beard.

Meanwhile, Ray was still in the same position when Alexa sat down again.

After a moment, Ray caught her hand and backed away.

Annoyance was immediately written on her face. She hiccuped before exclaiming, "What? So you really don't want me anymore, Bray? You're satisfied sleeping with that bitch and want us to break up for real? Huh?"

Ray scratched her head, dodging her hands nimbly. But that didn't stop her. She made a pitiful dog face, there were even small tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Honey, come back to me, okay? As long as you agree to get married. Let's do it."

Ray had always been weak against women's whining. He is a man who really respects women and doesn't have the heart to hurt or be rude. He was still silent, while secretly contacting Jane.

While he was focused on his phone, he didn't notice when he was pounced on and fell onto the bed. Alexa on top of him.

"I assume your answer is yes." Alexa pulled off his shirt. The man didn't move until his upper body was naked. He was groped with her thin hands, but he just looked at her expressionlessly.

The hands on his body were shaking, Ray felt it. In a nightlife like this, he had often met prostitutes, it was clear that Alexa was very amateur.

Maybe they never even touched at all.

"Are you satisfied?" Ray held her hand, making her look at him.

"I'm not satisfied yet. I'm concentrating."

What drunk people say is nonsense.

"You want sex just so Bryan doesn't cheat on you? That's stupid," he continued.

"I'm much better than that woman, Bryan."

"How many times do I have to say it? I'm Ray."

"Yeah, yeah, Bray." Alexa didn't seem to be listening. "Are you sure her butt is clean? If you know the truth, I always take care of my butt every week. I'm a permanent member of a massage parlor. They provide aromatherapy scrub facilities too. My butt is well look, Bray."

Ray frowned. His expression was torn between wanting to laugh or cry.

"If you have sex carelessly, you can get HIV." She stopped because of the hiccups, her head getting heavier. "That woman is a prostitute, right?"

"Are you looking down on a prostitute?"

Alexa shook her head innocently. "I just don't understand their way of thinking." Her head fell completely because she couldn't hold it anymore. "Come on, Bray, I'm ready to make out with you. But let's not break up, okay?"

Sensing he wasn't moving, she took a step first. The straps of her dress were pulled down, showing off her smooth arms. There was a floral scent coming from her body.

Next she was pushed onto her back. Honestly, she almost fainted again, so before that happened, she immediately captured his lips, and he responded domineeringly.

Alexa immediately went blind.

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"Mrs. Greisy?"

"Ah?"

"You spilled the wine," scolded the handsome man across Alexa's table, making her clumsy. "Are you feeling unwell?"

Her mind was still blank.

What just crossed her mind? Yeah, she knew it was a dream she had last night—but why did it appear after all these years? Why could she dream of this man in front of her, when she had cursed him deep in her heart? And what was the damn dream last night?

The chronology she was able to remember was; she got drunk, scolded the bartender at Veloture, the was carried by Ray like a sack of rice, hugged him, unbuttoned his shirt, kissed his bearded chin and ... and ....

Is that really what happened?

Shit!

What a mess! This is no different from Jane's behavior, she is also like a cheap bitch.

But it was just a dream—just a dream, right?

"It was just a dream," she muttered.

"What dream?"

Ray was already nearby when he came to, and she immediately jumped to her feet. "What are you doing?"

"Why do you like screaming so much?" he complained, in his hand there was a clean napkin. "The wine you spilled fell onto your dress. It'll leave a stain."

"Oh, uh, okay, thanks." Alexa sat unsteadily, taking over the napkin. "Where were we?"

Ray sat down too. "Right down to the decoration of the club entrance. This event is a public event, but anyone who enters will be screened. Can you arrange registration seats for guests?"

"Okay."

"Do you understand what I'm talking about?" Ray looked at her skeptically. "You seem to have a lot of problems in your head."

The problem is you, asshole. Alexa thought.

"I'm fine. Are you sure you want to use my services?" She cleared her throat, returning to business mode.

"This is my apology about the incident at the other day. Also, I really liked Jane's wedding party that you planned. You were so detailed."

"I'm a perfectionist when it comes to work."

Ray shrugged. "I like women who can dedicate themselves to their work. I like women who are independent."

"You're seducing me?"

"Excuse me?"

Alexa laughed dryly, meaning she said that only to reduce her disgust at sitting alone with Ray. In fact, she didn't want to make small talk. It was just that Jane insisted on asking her to take on this project. "I mean ... I'm a single mother, it's natural that I'm independent. Not many men like independent women. Usually they like women who are spoiled."

Ray just found out about this fact, but he didn't comment.

"I like whoever gives me benefits," he answered haughtily.

"Oh, sure. That's your right." She refrained from rolling her eyes.

No wonder she was raped by him before, it turns out for him that it is very profitable for him to release his desires, really rotten man.

Then she was hit by the facts revealed by her dream last night.

Ugh.

"I can like anyone. So can you. You can like men, women, monkeys or oranges. There will be no restrictions," he continued.

From her point of view, somehow she felt like he had a lot of respect for women even though he was a bastard. When she had just arrived at this restaurant, Ray himself was waiting for her in the lobby and offered her his arm to hold, Ray also pulled out a chair for her, helped her choose her order, even wiped her dress that was stained with wine.

Very romantic.

If she didn't hate him, maybe she would float to seventh heaven.

"Did we know each other before?" Alexa asked idly, just wanting to see his reaction.

But the man looked confused. "This is the third time we have met."

Third time ....

Oh, that's all Ray uses to play dumb?

Should she be more sarcastic about it? How could someone forget who they hugged all night and even took their virginity? That night they probably stared at each other for more than a few hours. Alexa may be drunk, but Ray doesn't seem to be.

Alexa looked straight at Ray, giving off an intimidating aura.

"Don't you think we've met long before this, Mr. Ray Sanders?"

... to be continued ...