Runaway Groom (Groom Series Book 1) (English Translation)

Chapter 39

Chapter 39: CCTV

Mew and I did it not just twice, but five times. Aside from doing it on my table, we also did it using my swivel chair, the couch, at the pantry, and lastly, in front of the huge window where you can see the beautiful city lights outside.

I'm pretty sure someone who will use binoculars from other buildings will be able to witness what we did. I just hope that no one did.

My chest and left cheek were glued to the cold glass window. Mew's hot body was pressed behind me.

He just finished for the fifth time. He gasped as he pulled himself out of me, trying to catch his breath. But I still felt his hard member on my butt cheek.

It's now 3:30 in the morning. I cannot believe this. Within an hour and a half, he has released five times. How did he do that?

We did not even rest. We did it one after another. Damn!

The two of us sat on the floor and leaned against the glass window.

My body feels so weak. I'm so sore down there. I feel like now that I sat down, I will never be able to stand up and walk again.

I calmed myself down. And that's when it all sinked in.

What the hell? I just had sex with Matthew! The last person that I want to be with.

I started regretting what just happened.

Very wrong, Gulf. I thought you didn't want him anymore? Tsk tsk.

I ran my palms on my face and forced myself to stand even though my knees were still weak and trembling. I walked slowly.

I felt Mew grab my wrist so I stopped to look at him.

"What?" I asked, tired.

"Where are you going?" his voice sounded more tired but you can sense the worry from it.

"I will get dressed. I have to bring Hugo home." I used my remaining strength to pull my hand. He released it immediately.

I went back near my table where our clothes are scattered. I picked up my clothes one by one and got dressed.

"Let me drive you home," he offered.

He started picking up his clothes and dressed himself as well.

"No need."

"You won't be able to drive. I insist."

I'm so mad at myself. I cannot believe that I let myself do it. I gave in to him! And five times! Five fucking times!

I was carried away by my drive for sex. I was unable to control myself.

"I said, no need!" I gritted my teeth. He was stunned by the sound of my angry voice.

"What? We'll just forget what happened? Like it never happened at all? You're going back to ignoring me? Fucking unbelievable, Gulf!" He was so frustrated.

"I don't have time to talk about this, Mew." I began walking away. "It was just sex. That's all. I just felt thankful," I added.

"Fuck! What do you mean you were just thankful? That was not sex, for Pete's sake! That was making love, dammit!" he almost cried out in extreme frustration.

But like I said, I don't have the time and energy for this argument.

"I still haven't forgotten about what you did to me, Mew. That sex wouldn't help me forgive you. Your dick wouldn't help me forgive you." I opened the door to my office and went out. "Please lock the door when you leave."