Emily's hand trembled, nearly dropping her phone into the sea.He was actually on the yacht!Emily bit her lip, unsure how to respond."Do you want to see me?" Mr. Satan's message came through again.Gritting her teeth, Emily replied with a simple "Yes" and hit send."Emily, not now."She was rejected.But Emily wasn't too upset. Mr. Satan had warned her before, hadn't he? He didn't want to turn on the lights or take off his mask; it was all about not revealing himself."I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come. I won't do it again," she replied."No need to apologize. As I said, you never need to apologize to me. Emily, I promise you, when the time is right, I'll let you know the real me.""Okay."As the screen darkened, Emily attempted to put her phone back in her bag, but another message popped up: "You looked beautiful today."Those words seemed to carry a warm, moist heat as they penetrated her ears and heart.It was like his hot breath in the dark night, spraying on her neck and whisper
The atmosphere was heating up.Familiar darkness and a familiar scent enveloped Emily. Satan, the newcomer, lingered ambiguously near her ear and neck, "Speak."Emily's whole body felt hot. She turned her head to avoid his hot, moist lips, "What do you want from me in return?""Hehe," Mr. Satan chuckled lightly, his large hand covering her abdomen, sending shivers through her body. He nibbled on her earlobe, blowing into her ear, "You know."What Emily couldn't stand the most was his way of speaking.They hadn't done anything, just hugged and talked, but she was already horny.Mr. Satan's husky voice came from behind, then her body lightened as he lifted her, heading straight for the bathroom.Mr. Satan's lovemaking today was rougher than usual, as if he wanted to possess her completely. He held her waist firmly, thrusting into her, commanding her, "Look at me."In the darkness, Emily, softly moaning, was forced to look into his eyes, feeling his thrusts. She felt like she was not onl
Emily was awakened by Olivia's call at seven in the morning."Emily! Let's go eat Australian lobster!"After being "tossed around" by Mr. Satan in various positions for almost the whole night, Emily was so tired that she couldn't open her eyes properly. "Olivia, can we do it another day? I'm really sleepy...""Don't be like that! The lobsters today are amazing, you won't regret it."Emily sighed. "We're having lobster for breakfast?""Yeah, they just arrived fresh from Australia this morning. We have to eat them while they're still fresh! Come on, I was your chauffeur and bodyguard for free yesterday, give me a break, okay?"Emily didn't have any more excuses to refuse.After hanging up the phone, she was wrapped around the waist by a big hand. With a little force, she was pulled back into a hot embrace.The curtains were tightly drawn, not letting in a single ray of light into the room. Emily lay with her back to Mr. Satan, unable to move as he held her.For the first time in many da
Emily was furious, pushing Nathan's hand away. "Nathan, are you out of your mind?! You're the one who wants a divorce, and you're also the one who doesn't want it. What exactly are you trying to do?!"Her voice was loud, but luckily the seafood restaurant was empty in the early morning, with only a few staff glancing over.Nathan, who usually cared a lot about his image, grabbed her hand and dragged her towards a private room. "Let's talk inside.""I'm not going! Nathan, let go of me! If you keep this up, I'll scream for help!" Emily resisted, firmly holding onto the wall to prevent him from dragging her away.Nathan smirked coldly, "Emily, you've become quite hot-headed after a few days apart. Tell me, who is the man you've been with?""Who I'm with is none of your business!" Emily clenched the wall tightly, refusing to be dragged.A waiter, noticing the tense situation, approached and asked, "Mr. Reed, is everything okay?""It's none of your concern. My wife and I had a little argum
In the seafood restaurant, the waiter handed Sophia the bill. "Madam, could you please settle the bill?"Sophia angrily took it and tossed it aside without even looking. "How much is it?""It's a total of $120,00."Sophia snapped her head up. "I only had a few lobsters! Why is it so expensive? Are you trying to extort me?"The waiter hurriedly explained, "Oh no, that's not the case. Besides your table, there's also the bill from the table of those two ladies just now! They ordered more, so naturally, it's more expensive."Sophia pounded the table. "So you should ask them for money! Why should I pay?"The waiter was puzzled. "But, isn't that lady Mr. Reed's wife? They said Mr. Reed would settle the bill, but since Mr. Reed left first, we have to ask his assistant, which is you."Assistant?Sophia was speechless with anger.To make matters worse, the waiter asked again, "Aren't you his assistant?""Yes!" Sophia gritted her teeth as she reluctantly paid the bill with her card, seething w
Wilson escorted her to the backstage.It was a cramped room of less than twenty square meters, where three or four dozen young and pretty car models had to do their makeup and change clothes. With other staff members coming and going, the room was crowded.Emily frowned. It seemed like today's work was destined to be challenging."Jackson is here," Wilson whispered.Emily turned around, finally getting a good look at Jackson.He wasn't dressed in a suit and tie. Instead, he wore just a black leather jacket over a black vest, tightly hugging his chest and abs, perfectly outlining his muscular physique. Below, he wore loose jeans with a skull emblem painted on the pockets.He didn't look like a boss.But he was the one who signed her paychecks. Emily touched her nose, lowered her head, and followed behind Wilson, trying not to let Jackson see her.Jackson approached and stopped just as he was about to pass them. Stepping back, he stood imposingly in front of Emily. He was tall and stron
"What?!" Wilson gasped, then quickly covered his mouth, not daring to show any flaws to Jackson.Many renowned stylists had been rejected by Jackson, and Emily's situation might be even worse.Wilson shook his head, sighing.With Jackson on-site, everyone began to work efficiently. Apart from necessary communication, no one dared to say more than a word.Emily first glanced at the makeup table and toolbox. The makeup products and tools were quite complete. The model girls sat in a row in front of the makeup mirrors, waiting for her makeup.She felt like her back was on fire, scorching hot. Emily knew it was because Jackson's gaze felt like it could tear her apart.As long as her makeup was slightly off, this man would probably instantly grab her by the collar and throw her out.She rubbed her hands, took a deep breath, and forced herself to calm down.These model girls all had good looks, and the difficulty of makeup wasn't particularly high.Having learned a lot about makeup in recen
Emily almost fled, not even having time to snatch her glasses back from Jackson's hands, rushed straight for the exit.A black Maybach, like a panther in the dark night, was parked under the shade of trees at the entrance of the venue. Emily took a long look before finally confirming that it was Mr. Satan's car and hurried over.Mr. Satan still wore his white mask, opening the passenger door for her and smiling as he looked at her, "Why the rush? Was there a tiger chasing you?"Emily grabbed Mr. Satan's hand, using his strength to easily hop into the car and slamming the door shut.What was Jackson's deal just now? Suddenly taking her black-framed glasses and saying those inexplicable words.Emily didn't want to dwell on it, so she forced herself to calm down and smiled, "No, just worried you were waiting too long, so I rushed over."Mr. Satan raised an eyebrow but didn't pursue it further, starting the car.This was her first time riding in Mr. Satan's car. The interior was extremely