Don't Be a Tease, Mr. Blackwood

Chapter 106: Chapter 106: He Enjoyed the Slap

Alaric Blackwood had well and truly lost it, holding nothing back.

A wild, unrestrained ride...

Sophie Shaw was draped over the washstand, completely spent.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her up, and steadied her with one hand as he turned on the faucet.

Once she was clean, he opened the bathroom door, swept Sophie Shaw into his arms, and strode out, placing the boneless woman back onto the hospital bed.

Sophie Shaw was furious. And there would be consequences.

She glared at the man who sat down by the bed and gritted her teeth. "You’re a real bastard, you know that?"

"I know. And I’m satisfied."

SLAP—

A sharp slap landed across his face.

As expected.

Half his face was a little numb, but it didn’t really hurt.

The man’s lips curved up slightly. He was incredibly thick-skinned. He gave Sophie Shaw a roguish grin, looking as if he’d enjoyed being slapped.

"Feeling better now?"

"If not, feel free to give me a few more."

Sophie Shaw was so angry she was speechless.

She turned over, pulled up the covers, and faced away from Alaric Blackwood, ignoring him.

For the next few days, she gave Alaric Blackwood the cold shoulder and wouldn’t let him near her bed.

Alaric Blackwood had only sustained superficial injuries. He was naturally strong and well-built, so he could have been discharged long ago. But he insisted on staying in the hospital room, waiting until the stitches were removed from Sophie Shaw’s head wound so they could leave together.

Upon returning to Maplewood Estate, the first thing Sophie Shaw did was go to her room and take a proper bath. The wound on her head hadn’t fully healed yet, so she couldn’t wash her hair.

Wrapped in a bath towel, she stood before the mirror and parted her hair, struggling to see the scar on her head. The doctor had shaved a small patch to clean and stitch the wound. Thankfully, her hair was thick enough that the spot wasn’t noticeable whether she tied her hair up or let it down.

She cleaned the wound with an iodine solution, then gathered all her hair and tied it into a bun.

After changing her clothes, she came downstairs with her purse, ready to go out.

Alaric Blackwood followed her to the door. "Where are you going?"

"My car’s fixed. I’m going to pick it up, and then I’ll swing by the company."

"You’re not going to rest for another day?"

"The weekend is almost here. I can rest for two straight days starting tomorrow."

Sophie Shaw’s tone was flat, still maintaining that aloof, indifferent air—it was even a bit cold.

Alaric Blackwood didn’t stop her, letting her leave.

He stood on the steps in front of the door with his arms crossed, watching her with a leisurely air. He didn’t forget to remind her, "Honey, it’s Friday."

Sophie Shaw stopped at the courtyard gate...

She halted and turned back, her eyes meeting Alaric Blackwood’s on the steps. Her red lips moved, mouthing a single word: Pervert.

Alaric Blackwood raised an eyebrow. "Tonight, I’ll let you experience what a real pervert is."

"..."

Sophie Shaw shivered and quickly ran off.

She took a taxi to the dealership to pick up her car, then drove to Heart of the Ocean. Just as she arrived, her phone rang.

It was a call from Anne.

Knowing she had been in an accident and was hospitalized, Anne hadn’t asked her for a ride upon her return and was already home.

"Are you out of the hospital?"

"I am. I’m at the office now."

Anne exclaimed, "Are you serious? You just got out and you’re already at work?"

"I haven’t been in for days. I just wanted to come by and check on things."

"Are we on for tonight?"

"We are."

’Compared to facing Alaric Blackwood’s ’perversion’ back home, I’d much rather go out to dinner with Anne.’

After setting a time and place, she hung up and walked into the office building.

After catching up on the work that had piled up for days, Sophie Shaw took Assistant Sutton to the factory. In her absence, the HR department had continued its recruitment efforts, bringing fresh blood into every department. The managers hadn’t slacked off, either. The new equipment for the factory had arrived, and they had hired a number of new workers.

Everything was proceeding in an orderly fashion.

Rushing back to the company, she held a short meeting. The planning department had already finalized the promotional plan with the advertising agency. The next step was to secure a brand ambassador.

As soon as work was over, Sophie Shaw drove to meet Anne.

Anne had arrived early and had even ordered their food.

She pulled out a chair and sat down, asking Anne, "Do you know where Nina Halloway lives?"

"I do. Why?"

"Can you send me her contact information and address? I need to see her about something."

Anne looked at her, puzzled. "She’s Alaric Blackwood’s sister. Why do you need to go through me to see her?"

"I don’t want to ask Alaric Blackwood."

’I can just picture it. If I ask Alaric Blackwood for Nina Halloway’s number and address, he’ll just give me that wicked grin and say, "Want to know? Kiss me first." Even though I’m just imagining it, that’s exactly the kind of thing he would do.’

After dinner, she dragged Anne to the cinema, where they watched two movies back-to-back, killing time until eleven o’clock before she finally dared to go home.

’It’s so late,’ she thought. ’Alaric Blackwood must be asleep by now.’ frёeωebɳovel.com

When her car came to a steady stop in the courtyard, the house was indeed dark.

She breathed a sigh of relief, got out of the car, and tiptoed inside.

After changing into her slippers in the entryway, she used the moonlight spilling through the window to feel her way toward the stairs.

CLICK—

The floor lamp next to the sofa lit up.

Alaric Blackwood was sitting comfortably on the sofa, one arm draped over the armrest, eyeing her with a half-smile.

"Back so late, honey?"

"On purpose?"

Sophie Shaw froze. "You’re not asleep yet?"

Alaric Blackwood stood up and walked over to her. "How could I possibly sleep when my wife isn’t home yet?"

"You don’t have to wait up for me next time. It’s already very late..."

"It’s not midnight yet. And it’s still Friday."

"..."

The man lifted his arm and wrapped it tightly around her waist. "You’re the one who set the rules, honey. I have to obey them, don’t I?"

"Obey my ass! Did you forget what happened in the hospital room— Mmph..."

Her lips were sealed by his, and Sophie Shaw didn’t get a chance to say another word.

Alaric Blackwood grabbed her by the waist, lifted her up, and sat her on the back of the sofa. His body leaned forward, his knee wedging between her legs, and his large hand cupped the back of her head as he kissed her forcefully.

She pushed hard against his shoulders, managing to shove him back just a tiny bit.

The man pulled his lips away, his peach-blossom eyes twinkling like stars in the soft light.

"Tomorrow’s a day off. No work. You don’t have to get up early, honey."

He wrapped both arms around her waist to keep her steady on the back of the sofa, but she panicked, afraid the whole sofa would tip over from the weight of a full-grown adult.

"Let me down, I’m scared of falling."

"You won’t fall."

Alaric Blackwood buried his face in the crook of her neck, tightening his arms around her. He breathed softly in her ear and nibbled on its reddened tip. "If you want to change locations, honey, how about we go to the basement?"

A bomb went off in Sophie Shaw’s head.

"What?"

The basement!

’Did I hear him right?’

The man planted a kiss on her fragrant neck and, in a low, magnetic voice, said, "I have a collection of fun things in the basement. Aren’t you looking forward to it, honey?"

"Fun... things?"

Sophie Shaw’s entire face burned as her mind instantly conjured images of imprisonment, handcuffs, leather whips, and other indescribable scenes.

’I don’t even know why I’m thinking about this stuff. Maybe I’ve read too many novels, or maybe it’s just Alaric’s flippant, seductive tone making my mind run wild.’

"It’s late. Can we do this another day?"

She tried to negotiate with Alaric Blackwood.

"No."

The man gave her a punishing bite on the shoulder. She bit her lip against the pain, a muffled grunt escaping her throat.