Chapter 189
"Okay, then you must do it as soon as possible." Darcy Harrington choked, didn't dare to press too hard, if it backfired, it would be worth the loss.
"I see."
After hanging up the phone, Alena Wright sat on the sofa silently, her whole body shaking, and her whole body was a little helpless.
If she wants Waylon Gray to help her, she must go to please Waylon.
What should she do?
On the other side, Darcy hung up the phone and threw the phone on the table, making a crisp sound.
Yves Kelly looked at her with a smile: "It seems that you and Alena's sisterhood relationship is not so reliable, you are like this, she still refuses to help you?"
"Huh..." Darcy snorted coldly, her face full of grim dissatisfaction: "She didn't treat me as a friend, otherwise she wouldn't hide so many things from me."
Yves was not interested in listening to the stories between women like them. He leaned lazily on the sofa, keeping his hands on his knees, and tapping rhythmically: "What about now? If Alena still refuses to help you, what are you going to do?"
What to do?
Darcy squinted her eyes, and evil grew out of her guts: "Since she is unkind, don't blame me for being impolite."
If Alena is so unkind, don't blame her for being impolite
For Waylon, she did everything.
She doesn't mind making that scene a reality, and Alena will be the heroine doing her part.
When the last afterglow of the setting sun fell from the horizon, Alena was still trapped in the entanglement between heaven and man.
After a long time, thinking of Darcy's kindness to her, she slowly raised her head, sniffed slightly, and made a decision in her heart.
After so many years of sisterhood, she will never abandon Darcy.
As for Waylon's request, she should fulfill her obligations, although this obligation is somewhat ridiculous in terms of her current relationship with Waylon.
When the footsteps stopped at the entrance of the study, Waylon was facing the direction of the door, with a cigarette in one hand and a wine glass in one hand, his brows were deeply frowned, and there was a cloud of mist in his eyes.
When the knock on the door sounded, his calm face suddenly became harsh.
She actually came!
Alena's hand was still in the air, maintaining the posture of knocking on the door, but the door was suddenly opened from the inside, and a long shadow stood quietly behind the door.
Meeting his deep eyes, Alena's hard-earned courage dissipated little by little, and when she spoke, she brought a shaking voice: "Waylon..."
"Did you think about it?" Waylon interrupted her with a cold voice, a sneer flashed across her eyes.
Since she's there, why bother to pretend not to be there?
His eyes seemed like a sharp sword, Alena was stabbed all over her body, and it took a long time before she nodded hard.
Waylon turned around and left, looking at the woman standing still at the door and snorted coldly, "Aren't you coming in?"
The door was closed, shutting off the warm yellow light in the corridor.
Alena was on the sofa, looking at the silent man, and hesitated to say: "Waylon, I..."
"Take off." Waylon listened to her lazily speaking nonsense and interrupted her directly.
A simple word made Alena's face pale, and her blood faded instantly.
Waylon squinted at her, the corners of his mouth becoming more and more sarcastic: "What? You want me to help you?"
He was about to stretch out his hand as he said, Alena was so scared that she backed away immediately.
"No!" She screamed, clutching her clothes, fighting between heaven and man in her heart.
Waylon didn't rush, and he sat on the sofa gracefully with his legs folded, his face with distinct corners of his eyes indifferent like a God of war in the dark, without the slightest warmth and emotion.
It seems inevitable!
Alena lowered her eyelids in resignation and whispered softly: "I agreed to meet your requirements, then you must promise me."
Waylon looked at her coldly, then gave a cruel smile, a few seconds later: "Okay."
For the first time in her life, Alena felt as if she was making a deal with the devil, and she had no second choice.
After taking the first step, the rest of the road seems to be much smoother.
Alena gritted her teeth, turned her hand behind her back, and fumbled for the zipper on her dress.
Waylon's eyes followed Alena's movements and walked, and as her movements became colder and colder, it became cold to the bone.
Alena took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
For Darcy, you must not hold back!
As soon as she gritted her teeth, the palm of her hand slowly moved down, the zipper was opened little by little, and the snowy, white skin on her back was exposed to the air.
The summer dresses are thin, without the zipper, the delicate collar bones are loosely exposed on the shoulders, and...
Waylon's eyes darkened, and he squeezed a word between his teeth: "Let you please me, not let you perform a striptease here."
Alena's complexion became stiff, and the humiliation spread quickly from her toes to the top of her head. Her whole person was like a ripe apple, which looked more delicious and attractive.
Waylon looked away, and his voice was a little abnormally hoarse: "Hurry up and roll over."
Alena trembled, and quickly pulled the zipper, revealing only her slender and white neck.
Although there is no need to take off her clothes, Waylon is still waiting for her to please him. This torture has just begun.
She walked step by step, her eyes were stained with a layer of mist, purity and ambiguity were intertwined with each other, which made people want to bully her even more.
Waylon sat motionless, his eyes fixed on Alena who was coming towards her, his eyes were cold.
He wanted to see what step the woman could do in order to achieve her goal.
But Waylon obviously underestimated Alena's determination. She walked straight to him, hesitated for a moment, and slowly squatted down.
Alena stretched out her hand tremblingly and touched Waylon's tie little by little.
The black bow tie is very beautiful. She hadn't imagined the scene of taking it off before, but at that time, every movement seemed very difficult.
She worked hard for a long time, the bow tie not only did not loosen, but became tighter and tighter.
Alena was a little anxious and couldn't help but raise her head to watch Waylon's reaction.
As soon as she raised her head, he happened to crash into the man's deep black eyes. Waylon said with a cold smile: "It doesn't matter if you can't take off my tie. It seems I should let you learn more."
Alena's heart was tight, and she quickly lowered her head. Since it is a humiliation that is destined to be inescapable, let's make a quick fight.
The beautiful finger crossed the man's apple, Waylon's eyes darkened, is this seducing?
Alena didn't seem to notice, she tried to concentrate, and soon the tie was taken off.
Waylon threw the tie aside, and his stern voice revealed beyond doubt: "Go on."
Continue, but it is...