Chapter 264
The unfamiliar yet passionate kiss made Mikayla feel shy and also somewhat excited.
Jerome’s hand slid down her back, causing her skin to tingle and shiver.
Mikayle ifted her body to welcome Jerome.
That night, their desires ran rampant.
Mikayla was immersed in her illusion of finally getting a response from her lover..
And there was Jerome. Despite his usual calmness, he indulged himself without holding back.
Neither of them understood why the other had changed, but neither had the energy to think about it.
They intertwined themselves with each other desperately. They gave and took without hesitation. It was as if all their passion were released on this very night.
The night was cooling. But inside the room, their passion was blazing like fire.
The next day, Mikayla woke up thirsty.
She instinctively reached out for a glass of water by the bedside, but she found nothing,
e soreness an
She felt an stiffness in her body and arms despite only moving just a little
She struggled to open her eyes and found herself lying on an unfamiliar bed.
Judging from the furnishings in the room, it seemed to be a hotel room.
Suddenly, she remembered being kidnapped by Johnny last night. She jolted up from the bed.
The blanket slipped down, exposing her bare shoulders.
She quickly wrapped herself in the blanket and looked around cautiously.
There were no surveillance cameras or recording devices set up.
But how did she end up in a hotel when she was in that rundown house in the mountains last night?
Johnny wouldn’t have been so kind as to bring her here.
Just as Mikayla was desperately trying to recall what happened last night, there was a noise from the balcony.
She looked up and saw Jerome in a bathrobe, holding his mobile phone.
“You’re awake?” Jerome asked.
It wasn’t her imagination, Mikayla could hear a hint of satisfaction in Jerome’s voice.
She was able to tell what had happened last night that caused the discomfort she felt all over her body.
“How’re you feeling? I- As Jerome leaned closer to Mikayla and tried to express his concern, she slapped him across the face.
Jerome easily dodged it and grabbed her hand.
He glared at her bare shoulders and asked, “You still have the energy to hit me after what happened last night? It seems like I should’ve worked harder.”
“You shameless son of bitch!” Mikayla felt embarrassed and withdrew her hand.
She retreated under the blanket and said, “How dare you touch me!”
Jerome seemed to have expected this reaction of hers. He played a recording from his phone.
Mikayla frowned and listened to Jerome’s incredibly hoarse voice.
“Mikayla, look at me. Who am I?”
“You’re Jerome, my husband!” Mikayla sounded excited and proud.
“Are you sure you’re not going to regret it?” Jerome was trying to suppress himself from the temptation.
“Of course not!” Mikayla panted lightly. Her tone was flirtatious. “Jerome, take me now…”
The remaining two or three seconds of the audio were her moaning and whimpering.
Then it cut off.
Mikayla’s face flushed red.
She could imagine the circumstances in which this audio was recorded.
