Chapter 81
The feeling is really good.
If you compare John and Michael, John doesn't measure up to Michael at all.
I really don't know what I saw in John back then.
I feel a bit regretful and embarrassed. What if my ex-boyfriend is nothing special? As long as my current boyfriend is amazing, that's all that matters!
I didn't even have time to listen to the conversation between John and that man. By the time I came back to my senses, they were both gone, leaving only me leaning against Michael with weak legs, unable to stand up for a long time.
I even patted Michael's shoulder with a bit of disdain.
But Michael was quite pleased with himself.
"You! I brought you here to watch a good show," I said with a playful pout.
Michael smiled, "Didn't we already watch the good show?"
I was speechless. Michael wasn't listening to me at all! This is ridiculous!
"That man next to John was introduced by me. He's going to take all of John's remaining funds. By the time John realizes what's happening, it'll be too late."
Michael leaned beside me, listening to all this, a smile appearing on his face.
"My wife is really amazing."
I reached out to cover his mouth.
"Don't call me that randomly. I haven't married you yet."
Michael smiled, "Then how come when you used to call me your husband, you didn't say you hadn't married me yet?"
I sighed helplessly.
Okay, I guess I have a little bit of a problem too.
Michael's little desires weren't satisfied at the restaurant, but when we got in the car, he pushed me down onto the back seat and his body immediately pressed against mine.
The car door closed tight, the atmosphere inside slowly becoming intimate, even the temperature seemed to rise a few degrees.
Michael's gaze stuck to me and didn't leave for a long time.
"Nancy." His voice had a seductive charm that made me unable to help focusing all my attention on him.
"Michael." I suddenly spoke up. "Has anyone ever told you that sometimes you're just a total seducer!"
"Does Nancy like this seducer?" He wasn't shy at all. He even reached his hand up from under my skirt. My whole body trembled, and I wanted to push him away.
Does Michael want to have sex with me in the car?
But it was too late. I've always known that no one can stop Michael from doing what he wants to do.
At this moment, looking at Michael, I couldn't help but gasp.
"Michael, you..."
"Nancy." His voice became even more seductive. Just calling my name made me unable to move, as if he had cast some spell on me.
"We haven't tried having sex in the car yet. Why don't we give it a try?"
I pouted.
I can't stop Michael from doing what he wants anyway.
Sighing helplessly, I patted Michael lightly. "Mr. Johnson, what do you want to do?"
Considering Michael gave me a wonderful weekend, I can cooperate with him a bit.
The car kept shaking. Watching Michael's satisfied expression, the last bit of shame in my heart slowly disappeared.
After all, this isn't the first time having sex with him. I've seen him in every way.
At the final moment, I was cupping some liquid, and Michael took tissues, helping me wipe bit by bit.
Michael's tone was full of pride. "Our Nancy is really great."
I sighed. I originally wanted to bring him to watch John get played, but how did it end up with me getting played by him?
"Michael." I suddenly spoke seriously.
Michael looked up at me.
I sighed and said, "Did you plan this all along?"
Michael smiled. "Actually, I've wanted to have sex with Nancy in the car for a long time, but I was worried Nancy would think I'm a pervert."
"In fact, no matter where, as long as I'm with Nancy, I can't control my desire."
In front of me, Michael's penis seemed to show signs of awakening. I quickly waved my hand and said.
"It's about time. We need to go back right now! We have to work!"
Michael didn't want to. He grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go.
"But..." His waist moved, and his penis moved with it. Then it slowly began to unfold and grow larger, appearing before me, still releasing white liquid, as if hinting at something.
I covered it with my hand.
"Michael, we really must get back now!"
When I said "must," I enunciated very clearly and seriously to show how important this was.
When we got back to the Johnson Group, Michael was clearly in a good mood. Walking all the way up, I just felt my hand was really sore.
But as soon as I returned to my office, I found someone waiting for me outside.
Jane!
She hadn't appeared for so long that I thought she was planning to hide forever, but she showed up again.
Seeing her, I slowly raised my eyebrows.
"Ms. Ross, long time no see."
Jane smiled. "Amelia arranged for me to work at the Johnson Group. We'll be colleagues from now on."
I raised my eyebrows slightly.
Could Amelia do something like this?
However, since Jane appeared, it proves she has some plan. Maybe working together, I can investigate her background more clearly!
Michael didn't know about Jane coming to work at the Johnson Group.
When he found out, his brows furrowed. "I'll fire her!"
I quickly stopped him.
"You don't know how bad my reputation is outside. Everyone says I'm arrogant at the Johnson Group, and anyone who offends me gets kicked out. If you fire Jane now, how bad will my reputation get?"
Michael might not care about his own reputation, but he definitely cares about mine.
I stopped his hand from making the call. He frowned and said, "Then I'll have the Ross family call her back."
"No need," I said directly. "Since Jane appeared, maybe I can find some information from her."
I didn't find any information from Jane, but... Jane did come to cause me trouble.
It happened to be the Johnson Group's quarterly meeting. In front of everyone, Michael praised the various new projects submitted by the project department I lead.
Jane suddenly spoke up: "Ms. Smith, out of so many projects, you picked out the most promising ones. This kind of vision is worth learning from for all of us!"
I smiled. "Just a coincidence."
Jane looked up at me. "How can there be so many coincidences? Besides, looking at the project proposals for several of those projects, you can't see anything special about them at all. Ms. Smith, do you have some inside information?"
Jane kept pressing me. Obviously, the colleagues in the project department, including some leaders, all turned their eyes to me.
"Or maybe these projects weren't actually picked by Ms. Smith, but just submitted through you?"
Every sentence Jane said was aggressive.
Michael anxiously tried to explain to me, but I held him back.
"Of course not. Every proposal was personally selected by me."