She Becomes A Hot Sensation After A Scandalous Affair
Chapter 94

Chapter 94: Chapter 94

Madeline dried herself with a towel, then used a hairdryer, and finally wrapped herself in another towel from the hotel.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t find a bathrobe in sight, probably stuffed somewhere. So, the extra towel was her only savior.

She looked at herself in the mirror, and her cheeks reddened because the bathrobe barely covered her body.

She had to sacrifice the upper part in order to cover her butt, making her boobs almost spill out at the top.

Even so, the towel could only cover her butt. It almost looked like a tight minidress for Madeline. The only difference was that she didn’t wear any underwear under it.

’Oh, whatever, I’ll change into my pajamas quickly,’ Madeline told herself. ’Lance is not in the bedroom anyway.’

Thus, Madeline opened the bathroom door, and her heart jumped when she saw Lance sitting on the sofa near the bed. He had taken off his shirt and unbuckled his belt.

He closed his eyes—possibly sleeping—while holding a bottle of Bourbon upside down, with all its contents spilling out on the carpet.

Madeline peered at him suspiciously. She tiptoed out of the bedroom and opened the door leading to the suite’s living room.

She saw another empty bottle of Bourbon on the table.

’He must’ve been drinking a lot,’ Madeline thought. ’Why would he drink so much anyway? Isn’t it better to just ignore me and move on?’

On top of that, Madeline was surprised that he’d drink here. She thought he would leave the suite when Madeline slammed the bedroom door shut.

Madeline wanted to kick this bastard out, but she realized he also had the right to sleep in this room more than Madeline.

Thus, she walked towards the drunk Lance, whom she believed had already passed out.

She took the bourbon bottle from his hand and put it near the drawer.

Madeline stared at Lance’s handsome face and muttered, "Why are you so cruel, Lance? I really trusted you. Wait, maybe it’s my fault for trusting you. I shouldn’t have trusted another man after what happened with Jon."

"If only you’re not such a scum. It would be nice if a man like you could embrace me," Madeline added.

She might sound shallow, but truthfully, she preferred Lance’s aesthetic much more than Zane’s or Jon’s: Especially, his deep green eyes, meaningful grin, and chiseled body.

On top of that, his voice was very nice, smooth, yet husky, like thick chocolate she couldn’t wait to taste.

He was simply her perfect type.

Unfortunately, his aesthetic went to waste because he was just a shell of a terrible man.

Nevertheless, that didn’t stop her from staring at his sculpted chest, abs, and down to the huge tent bulging in his pants

Madeline gulped.

Whatever Lance was dreaming, it must’ve been very hot because he was having a hard-on right now.

"Maybe if I can—" Madeline had that perverted idea for a moment before she shook her head, stopping herself in time. "No, don’t be an idiot, Madeline. Don’t act like a slut off-screen."

Knowing that sleeping in the same room with Lance would only distract her so much. She decided to wake him first, telling him to go to bed and she’d sleep in the living room.

Madeline leaned forward and tried to wake him by tapping his cheek several times.

"Mr. Grant? Lance, wake up," Madeline said.

...

There was no response from Lance.

Thus, she leaned closer and tapped his cheeks harder. "Lance, wake up. Go and sleep on the bed. I will sleep outside."

"...Huh?" Lance finally responded. He opened his eyes slowly, and the first thing he saw while he was half drunk was the beauty that haunted his dream every day, only wearing a towel that barely covered her pearl-like hourglass body.

Her boobs almost overflowed, tempting Lance to pull her closer and lock her in his embrace, making sure his little vixen couldn’t escape his grasp anymore.

And he did just that...

Madeline sighed, thinking he was finally awake. "About time. Go and sleep on the bed. I’m going to—AH!"

Madeline was caught off guard when he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his embrace, forcing her to sit on his lap while they faced each other.

Lance smiled at Madeline with his glistening, emerald eyes. Showered by the moonlight from the window behind him, he asked, "Why are you rewarding me? Am I forgiven already?"

"What reward? L—Let me go, you jerk!" Madeline yelled while trying to hit Lance’s chest a few times.

But that didn’t hurt him at all.

It felt like she was trying to excite him with her catty attitude.

Lance’s left hand slowly rubbed her waist and hips. "You’re wearing a tight towel, with a sweet scent lingering on your body and damp hair. Is this a reward? Compensation? Or do you want me to do something?"

"T—That’s because I just took a bath, you pervert!" Madeline said. She tried to break free, but Lance was like a hunter who forbade her from running away.

Lance wasn’t that drunk yet. He was still fully conscious of what was happening right now. But the alcohol was enough to encourage him, making him do the things that he’d refrain from doing when he was sober.

"Really? Did you take a bath for me? You are really full of surprise, Madeline," Lance chuckled. His right hand went down and pulled the bathrobe, barely covering her butt, making her squeak adorably. With her butt exposed, Lance pulled her deeper into him, making sure that her pussy was rubbing against his bulge.

He slapped her soft yet plump butt.

PA!

"Hii—!" Madeline squeaked weakly. She suddenly lost her will to struggle just after one slap on her butt cheek.

"Do you know what I dreamed of just now?"

Madeline shook her head, her body trembling with nervousness and excitement.

Lance smirked as he boldly confessed, "I dreamed about fucking you raw, shooting all of my cum inside you, so you will have to bear my children. That way, you will never leave me, my little vixen."