Chapter 67: Out of Control
James had intended to just have a quick taste, but the moment he touched Mia's chest, he completely lost control.
The caged beast broke free, dominating and aggressive, pressing forward step by step.
Conquering territory, seizing sweetness.
Completely taking away Mia's breath.
The moment he touched her, James's pride and self-control became fragile.
Unable to control himself, he wanted nothing more than to devour her completely.
Their beginning was like a blank sheet of paper.
Clean, pure, with only each other.
And they only allowed each other to draw on this blank paper, creating the image they desired.
Constantly trying, making them more and more compatible.
This thing that once disgusted him had become addictive because the person was Mia.
His childhood misfortune and his disgust toward sex were because of Victor and his mother.
One couldn't control his lower half, fooling around everywhere, only knowing how to make babies but not take responsibility.
The other, in the name of love, used every means to get close to Victor, seduce him, get pregnant with him, give birth to him, and use him as a tool.
Not just his mother, Victor's other women were all the same, each with impure intentions, doing this thing to achieve their goals.
Absolutely disgusting.
All these years, he kept himself clean, never letting women get close.
Not because he had no physical desires, but because he didn't want to touch those women who approached him with ulterior motives.
Even if their bodies were clean, their hearts were dirty.
The higher your position, the harder it is to meet someone pure.
Many women appeared around him, but not one caught his eye.
He played with people's hearts and could easily see through them.
Those women thought they hid their intentions well, but to him, they were clumsy.
Not one of them had pure intentions.
Only Amelia was different from those women.
She had no agenda, simply treating him well.
Mia was the second one.
The day Amelia went abroad, he saw her off. On the way back from the airport, he got distracted and hit Mia. He got out to check.
Mia picked herself up from the ground, dusted herself off, and waved at him saying it was fine.
She kept her head down, he couldn't see her eyes, his gaze searching.
Not wanting to waste time, he leaned into the car to get his checkbook, planning to write her a check.
He had just grabbed it and straightened up when, caught off guard, she threw herself into his arms.
It was a trick the women around him had used to death before.
With a cold face, he was about to throw her off rudely when she pushed him away first.
She looked up at him from his arms, her face full of pain, saying: "I'm sorry, I twisted my ankle."
As she spoke, she used the car to support herself and stepped back on one foot.
It was summer, her ankle was exposed, visibly swollen.
His gaze swept over it, then returned to her face.
Those were eyes so clean they didn't contain a trace of impurity, and her aura was the same, no strong perfume smell, only her natural scent.
She was clean.
He didn't reject her closeness. The safe distance he kept with other women never existed with Mia.
He never rejected her, then grew to like her closeness, even became obsessed with it.
From clothed to unclothed, countless times he wanted to merge her into his body.
Since getting physical with Mia, he had been well-fed by her. This was the first time he'd been hungry for so long.
Too absorbed, James didn't notice that Mia, pinned against the sofa exchanging intimate breaths with him, was acting strange.
The maid busy with dinner in the kitchen accidentally caught a glimpse, and at her age, was flushed red by James's passion.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would find it hard to believe that James, usually so cold and keeping everyone at a distance, could be so passionate with Mia in private.
Just one glance, and she dared not look that way again, focusing on her cooking.
See no evil.
On the sofa, James was losing more and more control, his whole body pressing onto Mia.
Mia, who had been immersed in her own strange emotions, suddenly snapped back to awareness.
Just as Mia was about to push James away, his phone rang.
Mia took the opportunity to push him off.
James was brought back to his senses by the ringtone.
He had lost control.
Looking at Mia's uncomfortable expression, James got up, pulling her back with him.
When he lost control, he forgot there were other people in the house.
No wonder Mia had that expression.
"I'm going to the bathroom."
Mia noticed his gaze on her face and, afraid he'd see through her, hurriedly got up and headed to the bathroom.
James watched Mia "shyly" escape to the bathroom, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Although Mia hadn't yet returned to the state he loved most, she was clearly softening. James's gaze followed her back, and his eyes, dark with desire, held a touch of tenderness.
The phone rang again, interrupting James's mood once more. He withdrew his gaze and coldly pulled the phone from his pocket.
He didn't need to look to know who was calling at this time.
James's long fingers swiped, and without looking, he answered directly, "Make it quick."
On the other end, Louis stood in front of the car with his name on it. He had just received the car keys from James's subordinate, and immediately after the person left, he called James.
The car he'd been dreaming about.
James had actually given it to him.
Without even telling him, just had someone drive it to his parking spot.
Giving him a surprise.
Just for this gesture, Louis automatically converted James's obviously annoyed words into a term of endearment between friends.
He had just come back exhausted, and when he saw the car, he was so moved that if James were in front of him, he would hug his leg and thank him like crazy!
While waiting for James to answer, he had already circled the car several times.
The more he looked, the more he loved it.
The love for James in his heart was about to overflow, and he had to express it, "James, you're my best friend."
Those other three friends no longer deserved a place in his heart!
Same good friends, how could the difference be so huge?
James was speechless.
"Get lost!"
He knew Louis was definitely calling about the car, but he didn't expect him to be this disgusting.
"James..."
"Don't want the car anymore, huh!"
"I'll get lost right now."
Louis, who could bend and stretch.
He hung up immediately, very decisively.
He had to understand, during Mia's special period, she couldn't have sex with him.
James's bad temper right now was perfectly normal.
Louis quickly forgot about James.
He tossed his phone aside casually, looking at the car like a treasure, sitting inside, touching this, then touching that.
Couldn't put it down.
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Luxe Haven
Mia didn't cover her mouth until she walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
She turned on the faucet and suppressed a dry heave.
Her chest felt so uncomfortable, just like morning sickness.
Especially uncomfortable.
She clearly loved James's closeness, loved the feeling of being intimate with him.
But why, when he got close to her just now, did her body have a rejection reaction?
What was wrong with her?