Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Blanche Capra’s eyes widened as if she wanted to poke a hole in the man in front of her.

The base of her ears rolled up for a split second while his tongue continued to seduce her mouth.

She felt as if she was completely lost in this man’s kiss for a moment, unable to stop herself for a long time.

A shudder travelled from her brain to her entire body, and Blanche Capra almost went limp, so much so that she forgot to even say no.

“Hiss …”

“York Charlie you’re a dog aren’t you?”

York Charlie bit her hard on the lip and she winced in pain, barely jumping up to whoop him.

Those stray thoughts from earlier were also interrupted by the bite and Blanche Capra glared hard at him.

“Any more kisses and I’m afraid you won’t be able to hold it.” He said ambiguously, lifting her chin, with a bright smile in his eyes.

At that, Blanche Capra’s entire body went limp, her back arched and she twisted her head away from him.

“Just you? I’m not casual enough to commit to you.” She rolled her eyes.

With those words, she unbuckled her seatbelt and surreptitiously pulled on the car door, still hunkered down.

Before she could say half a word, the car turned on again, and this time, the speed was comparable to a race car.

The windows were originally half open, and due to the speed of the car, the wind kept pouring in, messing up her hair and blowing her clothes up.

“Stop the car!” Blanche Capra screamed as hard as she could as she shivered and grabbed one side of her seatbelt.

But York Charlie ignored her.

For nearly ten minutes she was in a state of panic; this man was crazy, wasn’t he? At this time of the night, he wanted to find death? Don’t drag her into it!

Not far away, a villa was lit up, Lincoln drove into the villa, threw the key to the security guard and dragged Blanche Capra up the stairs.

The security guard took the keys and his eyes travelled between the two for a second before a cold light shot through him and he went weak in the knees almost touching his little heart.

Mamma mia, President Charlie was terrifying.

Who was that woman next to him though, he’d never seen President Charlie bring back a woman other than Shireen Miller.

In the shadows, a security guard silently made a phone call after seeing this scene.

“You’re sleeping here tonight!” York Charlie said and walked out of the room without giving her any chance to refuse.

She stood dumbfounded in the room for a long time before coming back to her senses, shit, she was actually forced to be taken home by York Charlie!

And on top of that, she couldn’t even refuse!

Blanche Capra sighed in resignation and began to take in the room’s structure and décor.

The room was dark black, the couch, the curtains, the table, the chairs, the wardrobe, all black.

She stared in disbelief and swallowed, not really able to compliment such a preference, the whole arrangement of the room mystified the place.

“A veritable ventriloquist.” Blanche Capra muttered.

By the time she’d seen the whole room, half an hour had passed and York Charlie still hadn’t appeared, and she was about to go out when a maid came in, carrying a tray with a plain white bathrobe on it.

And at the top, gold underwear …Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Miss Capra, President Charlie has asked you to take a bath first, he’s in the study reviewing papers, and asked you to meet him in the study after your bath.”

The words were incredibly ambiguous and the maid’s face filled with a smile as she stared at her for an instant.

Ahem, ahem, Blanche Capra’s face flushed red, uncomfortable with being watched like this, and she had to grab her dressing gown and thank her, leaving her with something to do.

After the maid left, she picked up her underwear and winced, but finally put it in the bathroom, filling it with water and sinking her entire body into it.

The bathroom had been locked by her and she didn’t have to worry about it.

An hour passed.

She stood at the door to the study in her bathrobe, stumbling for a few seconds before finally knocking on the door, Blanche Capra feeling the need to educate York Charlie on the fact that having men and women in the same room together was a particularly bad thing!

“Come in.”

She pushed her way in, only to see York Charlie with his head down, brushing down a few large words on a folder, and seeing as he was indeed busy, she could only swallow the words that filled her stomach.

Blanche Capra sat on the sofa and waited and waited until she fell asleep.

The man finally finished approving all the documents and looked up at the woman, her body was sunk in the sofa, her hair was softly cascading, her bathrobe was loose, half of her snow-white shoulders were bared, it was really seductive.

York Charlie stood in front of her, his lips a little dry and a fire screaming in his throat as he yanked hard on his tie and threw it to the floor.

It was the same action that woke the woman up, and it was the sight of him undoing his tie that she saw with half-smiled eyes, and Blanche Capra sat up sharply, looking at him warily.

“Whoa.”

A corner of the dressing gown was sitting on her, and as she rose she also ripped it open, which made the bulk of her skin even more noticeable.

York Charlie leaned down and propped his hands on the couch, “Am I to understand that you’re hitting on me?”

“Shut up.” Blanche Capra brushed a red face, but stretched her neck out and shouted hard.

“Blush what?” York Charlie stared at the scarlet on her face, a probing look with a smirk in his eyes.

She skimmed her head under her breath, “Where am I blushing?”

He sneered, the corners of his lips swirling into a perfect arc as his hand gently cupped her smooth jaw, “You Blanche Capra have moments of shyness?”

He remembered vividly the first time they had met and she had kicked him in the face.

Blanche Capra was forced to raise her face as one large hand restlessly probed under the skirt of her dressing gown, calloused and fondling her snow-white thigh.

Blanche Capra was on fire, snapping to her feet on fire, a foot raised and kicked at him, “Have you never seen a woman before? I’m Moon Wright’s lover, do you have to ask him if you want to sleep with me?”

“Believe it or not, if he knew, he’d serve you up immediately.” York Charlie sneered.

He squeezed her smooth ankles, sneered, and forced her into the corner of the couch, dropping in her ear, “The more you resist, the more I want you.”

He peeled off her dressing gown, and the next second, footsteps sounded outside the door.

Without waiting for the two of them to react, the person at the door pushed his way in, and when he saw the scene, he covered his mouth in shock and screamed.

“You, York …” The moment she pointed at Blanche Capra, a surprisingly heavy glint of murderous intent appeared in her eyes and faded away.

Shireen Miller stood in the doorway, her face full of tears, and held back hard, so that a few lines of tears flowed from her eyes.

Blanche Capra pushed the man out of the way as she saw Shireen Miller crying a little sardonically.

She and York Charlie weren’t real, but the scene had certainly hurt Shireen Miller.

But she was also a little fired up, how could she have been misunderstood if it wasn’t for this man. Blanche Capra glared hard at York Charlie.

York Charlie was unimpressed, sitting gracefully on the sofa, his legs folded together, his large hands resting idly in his lap.

He didn’t think Shireen Miller’s sudden appearance was just a coincidence!

Only, he looked at Blanche Capra for a reaction, and there was no rush to speak.

Shireen Miller took a few steps in and wiped her eyes with her hand, a gesture that I could see …

“Miss Capra, I remember that Moon Wright has favoured you a lot, if he knows that you have done this kind of thing …” The gesture was pitiful, but the words were indeed sarcastic.

At those words, the few moments of guilt in Blanche Capra’s heart also disappeared, and she only felt a surge of anger in her heart.

“I’m not interested in stealing a man from you, and since you don’t want me to appear here, I’m leaving.”

Blanche Capra smiled a wide, leathery smile.