Chapter 30

This time, Summer had come alone.

The special honor made her feel like she was levitating.

Eason gave her a pair of house slippers. As soon as they walked into the living room, Summer hugged him from behind. Her voice shook with emotion. "Mr. Lavigne… Don't turn on the lights."

Eason had been suppressing his desires the whole night. With the way she was provoking him, he suddenly felt a blaze inside of him.

He turned around and gripped Summer's wrists, pressing her to the sofa.

"Mr. Lavigne…" Summer called out to him over and over again in the darkness. Her voice was as silken as water.

Eason clutched her wrists. However, as he listened to her chant his name urgently, the burning desire inside of him slowly died down.

When he didn't move, Summer took control instead. She flipped them over and straddled his thighs. Clinging to his neck, she leaned in.

The hand he had around her suddenly tightened. Deep down, he felt repulsed when she got close to him, but he suppressed those f