NovelBookChapter 1799
Andrew easily caught Chantelle's hand mid-strike. Then, he stepped forward sharply, pinning her against the wall
in one smooth move.
"You-" she growled, the spark in her eyes flaring with real anger. She lifted her knee, aiming a kick at him.
However, Andrew was faster. His leg slipped between hers, firm and unyielding, stopping her in place.
Chantelle's breath caught. She could feel the pressure of his muscular thigh locking her in place, and her
heartbeat pounded wildly.
How could this jerk be so damn forceful?
They were face to face, so close their noses nearly brushed.
"Don't test my patience. You lost a bet. Now honor it. Don't makeforce your hand," Andrew whispered in her
ear.
Chantelle felt a rush of heat that made her squirm. It was not from fear, but from something far more confusing.
"You're hurting my hand, you brute! Let go, Andrew. That's an order!" she snapped, though her voice lacked the
edge it needed.
Andrew did not budge. He swept her into his arms without warning and carried her up to the third floor. With a
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Then, he dropped her on the bed. Her body bounced once, twice, as she scrambled upright. Her mouth opened,
ready to yell. However, something soft landed on her face. She pulled it off, glanced down, and her entire face
went red.
It was a pair of black tights.
She held the sheer fabric in her hand, immediately sensing how thin it was.
"Put it on, or I'll help you," Andrew said as he leaned against the frame, blocking the only exit.
Chantelle's ears burned. "Y-You had this prepared in advance? You really thought this through, huh?"
Andrew grinned. "Of course.
Chantelle remember what you toldlast time? You said you liked it whent was a little rough. Well, here | am
being rough. Isn't that what you wanted?"
Chantelle opened her mouth to deny it, but he cut her off first.
"Doesn't matter if you didn't mean it. I like it, and that's enough."
She wanted to strangle him. There was no way out, and she could not make a scene. If Francesca or the others
crunning in, she would never live it down.
She puffed her cheeks and demanded, "Fine! I'll change. Happy now, you shameless pervert? But turn around.
You're not watching."
Andrew shook his head and replied casually, "You're putting it on for me. Why would | turn around? Hurry up and
change into the tights. I'll give you a full review after."
Chantelle silently cursed him for being a disgusting pervert. Then, she yanked off her work clothes.
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Chantelle's long legs flashed first,
pale and smooth. Then, she stapiad
pulling the black tightSup het thighs.
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Her usual elegance turned into something undeniably seductive.
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