Chapter 188
Marsha wondered why this jelly wasn’t sweet. Charles was still in a daze. All he could feel was Marsha’s tongue gliding lightly along his lips, sending a jolt through his chest.
Marsha, however, scrunched her brows. This jelly tasted terrible. She wondered if she had forgotten to peel off the wrapper. She lifted her head, studying Charles intently. Then, she decided not to give up. She was going to taste it.
Pooting, she reached forward and yanked off his bathrobe. Charles' gaze locked on Marsha’s striking face. His eyes narrowed slightly, his breaths growing heavier and uneven. His voice was deep and raspy as he inquired, “Marsha, are you…?” Heat surged through him like a tidal wave. His hands curled into fists as he fought to restrain himself.
But Marsha didn’t answer. Instead, she lowered her head and kissed him again. The moment their skin touched, it was like a wildfire had been ignited. The flames spread instantly. Charles could no longer hold back. He flipped her over and pinned her beneath him as he captured her lips in a deep, searing kiss. Their bodies pressed together, burning with intensity. The air grew thick with desire.
Beyond the sheer white curtains, the moon quietly slipped behind the clouds, as if too shy to watch. Just as things were reaching their peak, a heavy ashtray came crashing down on Charles’ head.
Marsha tossed the ashtray aside and pouted in dissatisfaction. “Hmph. This jelly tastes awful. And it burns,” she muttered to herself, then dozed off.
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the white curtains, casting a glow over the mess-strewn room. On the bed, Charles and Marsha lay sprawled out. The bright light touched her face, making her eyelashes flutter. She groggily opened her eyes. Still drowsy, she stretched—only to realize she was hugging a man. A man?
The thought made her sleepiness vanish instantly. With a shriek, she shot up and looked at Charles—who was still fast asleep—straight off the bed. Marsha pointed a trembling finger at him, her face burning with rage. “Charles Jennings, you filthy scumbag! What did you do to me last night!”
Her mind raced as she wondered about her virginity and why on earth she was in bed with him. Charles clutched the back of his throbbing head as he staggered up from the floor. Flashes of last night flickered through his mind. His expression darkened immediately. His jaw clenched as he growled, “You seriously have the nerve to ask me that? You don’t remember a single thing you did, do you?” Asha blinked in confusion.
Charles let out a bitter laugh, his patience snapping. “I swear, I never want to see…” With that, he spun around and started out. Marsha grabbed a pillow and hurled it at his retreating figure. “Like I want to see you!!!”
She stood with her hands on her hips, fuming. She had spent the night with him, yet somehow, she was the one getting the short end of the stick. The door slammed shut behind him, leaving Marsha alone in the silent room. She rubbed her temples, her head still heavy with the lingering ache of a hangover. What on earth had happened last night?
Dragging herself out of bed, she took in the mess of clothes scattered across the floor, reeking with an unpleasant stench. Fragments of the night before clashed through her mind as she stood frozen in place. She had thrown up all over Charles, kissed him, stripped him, and then knocked him almost cold. She remembered a panther… Shurmas are and Charles was definitely going to hold this against her.
After breakfast, Suzanne and Auto drove his car, and Olivera’s son, Nene, blocked her path to Ar's office. The roads were packed with morning traffic; finding a parking spot proved difficult as she stepped out.