She Becomes A Hot Sensation After A Scandalous Affair
Chapter 97

Chapter 97: Chapter 97

"Mmhh..." Madeline’s eyes twitched when the sun from the window hit her face. She opened her eyes slowly and stared at the hotel ceiling in a daze for a while.

She was still collecting her thoughts, trying to make sense of what happened last night.

However, it didn’t take long for the realization to dawn on her. Because the throbbing sensation in her pussy and the dried cum on her belly and boobs told her everything.

She had been utterly and mercilessly fucked by Lancelot Grant last night, and the first question that popped into her mind was:

’Is it really okay for us?’

Madeline turned her head to the right to stare at Lance, who was still in a deep sleep. She never knew that a man could still be so breathtakingly handsome after wild sex and alcohol.

But here he was, sleeping peacefully, unbothered by the sun that hit his face.

"Lance, is it really okay for this to happen?" Madeline asked. She knew Lance couldn’t answer her, but that was better because she feared being disappointed once he woke up and told her that everything that happened last night was just a mistake.

She kept staring at him and finally leaned sideways before resting her head on his chest, feeling his warmth and listening to his heartbeat.

’This feels like a dream,’ Madeline thought. She wasn’t someone who was crazy about boys, but she had to admit she was one of those greedy and obsessed girls when she fell in love.

She dedicated her life for a year when she was dating Jon, with all the ideas of marriage, starting a family, getting pregnant with his child, and growing old together.

"I was so sappy," Madeline chuckled at her own idea of a happy family. But she lifted her head and stared at Lancelot Grant, who was still sleeping. "But can you be happy with me, Mr. Grant? Let’s get married, have a family with a child or two, or more if you want to. I will be a good wife—though I guess that depends on me because I still want to be active in showbiz even after I have children."

Madeline giggled like a teenage girl as she let her sappy, naive teenage girl idea run wild in her mind.

Satisfied just by imagining it, Madeline tapped Lance’s cheeks a few times and said, "Just kidding, I know you’ll eventually leave me, anyway. I can’t expect someone like you to marry me, so let’s just enjoy our sweet time together while you’re still into me."

Though Madeline had hope in her heart, she knew her position well.

All the loving words they spoke last night were just pillow talk.

’Even if everything I said is true, then I dare not hope for too much from you,’ Madeline thought. She smiled bitterly as she got up and separated herself from the man who gave her the warmth she needed last night.

"Sleep well, Lance. I’ll freshen up and call the hotel’s restaurant to bring us breakfast," Madeline said as she entered the bathroom.

**

"Urgh..." Lance woke up feeling groggy. His body was sluggish, and he had a headache, so it would probably take a while for him to recover.

"Good morning, Mr. Grant..."

Lance opened his eyes slowly and saw his beautiful vixen wearing a lavender-colored sundress, smiling at him as if they were already married.

It was quite funny, though, because Lance was still naked while she had already bathed and dressed for today, as if what happened last night was just one of his wet dreams about Madeline again.

But the moment Madeline leaned in and kissed him, Lance finally realized he wasn’t dreaming.

"Wake up and wash your face first. I already prepared breakfast for you in the living room. I ordered ginger tea. It’s good for curing a hangover," Madeline said sweetly before walking out of the bedroom, not even giving Lance time to process everything that happened last night.

"So it’s not a dream..." Lance murmured.

Her beautiful, pearly body.

The sexy hips and big boobs.

And also the warmth inside her pussy.

It was all true.

Lance swallowed his saliva. He looked down and realized that his morning wood had turned into a complete hard-on just because he imagined what had happened last night.

Never in his life had he ever realized how much he wanted a woman right after he had sex.

Usually, he’d abandon the women he fucked the night before or compensate them with money in exchange for their services because he immediately lost interest in them after sex.

But not with Madeline.

Even after they had such a passionate night together, he still wanted Madeline, even more so than last night.

"Fuck, this is bad..." Lance muttered. "Is this some kind of magic? Bewitchment magic? Or did she chug me out with a love potion while I was asleep?"

Lance knew that he was just talking nonsense right now, but he still believed that Madeline must’ve done something to make him unable to resist her, as if he had been led by his nose.

’What should I do then? Can I even break our contract after this?’ Lance wondered.

In the midst of his confusion, Madeline opened the door again and scolded him, "Wear your boxers, Mr. Grant. The breakfast will get cold."

"Why are you still calling me Mr. Grant—"

Slam!

Madeline shut the door again, leaving Lance hanging on to his words like an idiot.

He sighed. This girl disrespected him again, and he didn’t even know if he actually liked it or not.

Lance got up from the bed, put on his briefs, and washed his face before walking into the hotel suite’s living room.

Madeline sat cross-legged, eating a fruit platter while staring at the beautiful ocean view from the wide window.

She turned her head towards Lance and smiled at him. "Come and sit with me, Mr. Grant. Let’s have breakfast and a chat."