The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 947 - 926: Anxious and Nervous!

Chapter 947: Chapter 926: Anxious and Nervous!

Uh?

Could this woman be any less patient?

Her impatience is making him really nervous, okay!

Isn’t it said that women are usually nervous the first time? Why is it the complete opposite with them?

"Hurry up!"

Uh?

"Okay!"

Then...

"Ah!!!"

A piercing scream shattered the silence of the entire villa, the sharp sound echoing in the room for a long time, "It hurts, it’s killing me!"

"Damn it, I haven’t even gone in yet, what are you screaming for!"

Morgan Sanders felt like he was about to cough up blood from frustration. She hadn’t even started yet but was already screaming in pain and asking him to hurry up. He suspected that this woman was pretending to be drunk to torture him as revenge, for all the years he had been indifferent to her while circling around Bella Gordon.

"So are we doing it or not?"

He couldn’t stop now, but with the woman making such a fuss, he didn’t have the bravery to continue. He was truly afraid she was in pain, "Does it really hurt that much?"

Mia Rowen looked at him with innocent eyes, "Isn’t that how they scream in TV series?"

Morgan Sanders: "..."

Really, damn it, is she acting out a TV drama at a time like this?

Morgan Sanders felt like he’d been screwed over. This was damn maddening!

"Mia Rowen, dare you scream like that again?!"

Morgan Sanders felt a gnawing resentment, but he couldn’t vent it because he realized that he simply couldn’t bear to punish her at this moment. After a long sigh, he eventually said, "Sweetheart, stop messing around. TV shows are all lies; it doesn’t hurt at all!"

After saying that, Morgan Sanders felt quite despicable, coaxing her while she was drunk. It was his first time doing something this dishonorable, so he was feeling quite guilty!

"Really?"

"Really!"

But just as the word "really" fell, the bedroom door was suddenly pounded on urgently. The servant, who had been woken up by his noise and was brewing hangover tea, was now frightened by the scream and thought something had happened!

"Young Master, how is it going?"

"No, no, that’s not right, how is the Young Mistress?"

"No... no... nothing’s wrong!"

Morgan Sanders, whose face was already flushed from trying to hold back, immediately turned beet red from nervousness and embarrassment. He feared the servant might barge in at any moment and that would be truly shameless. "You... you don’t..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted!

"Bang!"

Morgan Sanders’ heart stopped dead in its tracks from the shock.

One second, two seconds...

Instead of the imagined voice of the servant covering their face and scrambling away with an apology, it was the woman’s pained voice that came out first.

"Mia, what’s wrong?"

He looked up to see the woman vigorously rubbing her own, a shock as chilly as a basin of cold water poured from head to toe, extinguishing the fiery desire instantly without a trace, but the woman had no mood to answer his call, only wrinkling her brow and muttering about the pain, then shouting at the servant waiting anxiously by the door.

"Aunt Orchid, I’m fine, we were just rolling in bed, making love!"

"Mia Rowen, shut your mouth, when did we ever do it?" Nothing had happened, and yet this woman’s words made Morgan Sanders feel as if he couldn’t show his face in public. He dared not raise his voice, not wanting to spread the story among the servants.

"Morgan Sanders, you scoundrel, didn’t we just do it? How dare you deny it?"

"Cough cough cough..."

The servants didn’t hear what Morgan Sanders said, but Mia Rowen’s loud voice was naturally heard, "Young Master, Young Mistress, please continue, sorry for the interruption!"

Damn it!

Now the whole villa’s servants will be gossiping that his skills are lacking, that rolling in the bed sheets made his own wife scream in pain. As a man, this could easily strip him of his dignity!

"It’s fine, it’s fine, you didn’t see anything!"

Now Morgan Sanders was thoroughly disheartened. After such a disruption, if he still felt in the mood, he reckoned he really would be a beast.

"Enough!" Morgan Sanders pulled over the quilt and covered the woman whose upper body was red from his kisses. Then he leaned in and kissed her mouth, which was full of the smell of alcohol, "Stop it, I’m taking you to bathe!"

"No, I want to sleep. I’m tired!"

She said and did not let Morgan Sanders go bathe, reaching out to directly embrace the man’s firm waist, her head selfishly resting in his arms, then holding him tight, she closed her eyes and fell asleep!

Morgan Sanders felt as if his head had literally been split open. This girl flirted with him like she was out of her mind, flirted until she was done, then irresponsibly closed her eyes and went straight to sleep without even letting him take a cold shower!

He really couldn’t believe that such a reckless and irresponsible woman existed in this world.

And yet, he couldn’t even get angry about it!

Forget it!

If sleep is what she wants, then sleep it is. After all the commotion, he was worn out himself!

Morgan Sanders thought that sleeping with a woman in his arms for the first time would keep him awake, but he never expected to sleep so deeply. The next day, he was woken up by the woman’s screaming.

"Morgan Sanders, you scoundrel, how dare you take advantage of someone in distress, forcing yourself on me while I was drunk?"

Mia Rowen angrily threw a pillow at Morgan Sanders’s head. Seeing the myriad of kiss marks across her chest and then the red lips on the man’s chest that matched her own mouth, Mia felt this was way too unfair for her. To think it all ended without her feeling a thing?

Her first time, her first time!

Although she guessed it was her who made the first move after getting drunk, since it seemed unlike Morgan Sanders to let go of Bella Gordon so quickly, nor did it seem something he could do on his own initiative. Besides, the red lips imprinted on his chest told its own story.

But since it had happened, being a woman, she should be unabashed about it. After all, it was an opportunity to bridge the distance between them, seeing that she was drunk, whatever she did could be forgiven!

"I forced myself on you?" Morgan Sanders, hit by her pillow toss, frowned and opened his eyes only to see her eyes staring at him furiously, wide as lanterns. His gaze fixed on her bare upper body, and he stiffened for a moment before squeezing a few words through clenched teeth, "Do I really need to pull out the evidence of your crimes against me from last night before you’ll stop this nonsense?"

"Criminal evidence? What evidence?"

Mia was immediately confused, and by the time she realized the man was staring at the flower-like marks on her chest, she panicked and quickly pulled the quilt over her front, "Morgan Sanders, you hooligan, who allowed you to look at my body?"

"What should have been seen and felt, or not, has all been seen and touched. There’s no point in hiding now!" As he said this, being presented with such a view first thing in the morning, Morgan Sanders’s body still reacted distinctly, "Why didn’t you cover up when you were sleeping with me last night?"

"Morgan Sanders, you scoundrel! How dare you sleep with me and not let me know!"

Morgan Sanders: "..."

"It was you who slept with me!"

"Alright, alright, it was me who slept with you!" Hearing this, Mia got so angry that she stood up from the bed immediately. Before he could react, she lunged at him, "Making me bear the blame for you sleeping with me, now I’m going to pay it back and sleep with you again!"

While saying this, Mia was already recklessly kissing the man’s face, panting and still fuming, "Since we’ve already slept together, I can’t let you be the only one with feelings, while I felt nothing. I’m not going to be on the losing end of this deal, I’m going to sleep with you once more!"

Morgan Sanders: "..."

She can’t stand to be on the losing side in such matters?