Overflowing Hidden Feelings: This CEO Is Hard to Please!
Chapter 429 - 429 A beautiful night

Chapter 429: A beautiful night Chapter 429: A beautiful night After Wavy left the room, he made a phone call.

A charming woman’s voice immediately answered on the other end of the line, “You dead man, where have you been? You haven’t contacted me for so long.”

“Well, I’m contacting you now, aren’t I? If you’re going to be so magnanimous, maybe I should just keep not contacting you.”

The woman on the other end of the phone immediately became anxious and said in a sweet voice, “You’re just a bad, heartless person. Where are you now? I want to see you right away.”

Listening to her eager voice, Wavy casually said, “I’m in room 02 on the top floor of the Gable Hotel. Come and keep me company.”

“Alright, give me half an hour, and I’ll be there.”

Before Wavy could hang up the phone, the woman on the other end had already hung up.

Wavy held the phone and couldn’t help but say to himself: Once a woman has tasted the pleasures of sex, she can be even more anxious than men.

For some reason, suddenly, Wavy began to lose interest in women.

Until now, he couldn’t even count how many women he had made love to – just that there were many. Of course, he had also enjoyed it and did not think it was a criminal act.

Such affairs between men and women always involve mutual consent.

Wavy had made love to different types of women – voluptuous, skinny, long-legged, seductive, sexy, cute, lovely, spirited, bold, shy…

Out of all these women, there was only one type he hadn’t been with.

That is, a woman that Wavy truly loved.

But where could he find such a woman who could make him fall in love? Wavy thought that the word “love” was a joke to him. He wasn’t like Arnold Johnson, who was so celibate that he wouldn’t even touch a woman’s finger unless he loved her. If Wavy were to become like that, it would have to be because he couldn’t perform sexually.

Otherwise, he would rather die on top of women every day than be a celibate man.

Shaking his head, he started thinking about how to torment Arnold Johnson, as that was the more important task at hand. He figured that Lily Lee wouldn’t disappoint him.

As far as he could remember, Lily Lee’s moaning skills were top-notch. In Metropolis, none of the women he slept with had moaning skills that could compare to hers.

Her moans were absolutely irresistible and stimulating. They put those women in ***-themed movies and TV shows to shame, which was why Wavy always kept her number. Wavy was the kind of man who loved novelty, and a woman who could leave her number with him was very rare.

While Wavy was happily thinking about how Arnold Johnson would react to hearing Lily’s moans, the doorbell rang.

Wavy glanced at the time. It had only been twenty-five minutes. He didn’t expect her to arrive so quickly.

He pressed the button, and the door automatically opened.

A tall and well-proportioned woman with long curly hair, a seductive figure, and bewitching eyes entered the room. Her gaze seemed to be capable of hooking one’s soul.

From head to toe, this woman radiated something called “sexy.” Most men, upon seeing a woman like her, could hardly resist allowing their imaginations to run wild and would even wish to press her beneath them and thoroughly enjoy her body.

Undoubtedly, this woman named Lily Lee was an enchantress.

With her soul-hooking gaze, she slowly walked towards Wavy, step by step…

If she were approaching an ordinary man, he would surely have thrown himself at her like a hungry wolf. However, Wavy was no ordinary man. Although he liked having sex with women, that didn’t mean he was indiscriminate.