Free Web NovelChapter 104: Chapter 104: Behave, I’m in a Bad Mood
This was a blatant attempt to bully her!
As soon as the words left his lips, the man’s dry hand slipped under the covers, moving toward her fair, soft body.
Elliot Sheridan had stripped off most of Georgia Thorne’s clothes in the middle of the night. Now, she was completely naked, her body pressed against his.
’He really is the worst,’ she thought. ’When she didn’t want to, he would force her. Couldn’t he learn to be a little gentler?’
’If he just coaxed her softly, maybe she would have agreed.’ freewebnovёl.ƈom
Georgia Thorne frantically grabbed his hand, her eyes dark and moist. "Elliot Sheridan, I’m still sick! You can’t touch me!"
"Your cold is already better. Besides, you wore me out last night. I think it’s time I get my compensation!" Elliot Sheridan’s lips curved into a smile, his meaning perfectly clear.
Elliot Sheridan wasn’t actually going to touch Georgia Thorne. She was just getting over her cold. No matter how aroused he was, he wasn’t that depraved.
He just wanted to scare her until she agreed.
This time, however, Georgia Thorne seemed dead set against it. She bit down hard, her dark eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
Georgia Thorne was truly afraid he would do something reckless. Her eyes red from crying, she said, "Elliot Sheridan, all you know how to do is force me."
"So you agree?" Elliot Sheridan smiled in satisfaction, lowering his head to peck the young woman’s lips.
"I’ve never met a man worse than you!" Georgia Thorne opened her mouth and took the opportunity to bite down hard on Elliot Sheridan’s chin.
This time, she really put force into it, leaving two neat rows of teeth marks on Elliot Sheridan’s chin.
There were even tiny, red beads of blood welling up from the impression.
"Feel better now?" Elliot Sheridan asked with an amused chuckle, holding the woman in his arms.
’Sometimes, you really have to push her, or you get nowhere.’
’This little woman obviously likes me too. I just don’t know what she’s being so stubborn about, why she won’t agree.’
"No!" Georgia Thorne glared at him. "Go away! Don’t touch me!"
"I’m not going anywhere!" Elliot Sheridan lowered his head, leaning close to her ear. freewebnøvel.com
"Georgia, I’m losing control!"
Georgia Thorne gritted her teeth. ’This shameless man!’
Elliot Sheridan truly hadn’t intended to touch Georgia Thorne, but men are prone to waking up aroused, and besides, Georgia Thorne suited his tastes even better than he’d imagined. He found her delicious.
Unable to bear it any longer, she cried, "...Elliot Sheridan, do you have any humanity? I’m still a patient!"
’I can’t do it. My body is already weak and limp. If he wears me out again, I probably won’t be able to get out of bed for the entire seven-day national holiday!’
"If I had no humanity, I would’ve taken you long ago. Would I have waited until now? Give me your hand!"
Without giving her a chance to refuse, before Georgia Thorne could even react, Elliot Sheridan had already grabbed her small, delicate hand, his large one guiding it.
"Elliot Sheridan, you..."
In all her life, Georgia Thorne had never imagined something like this would happen.
After his release, the man lay on top of her, his short, heavy breaths hitting her sensitive ear. Georgia Thorne’s face was as red as if it had been painted with rouge.
She pushed at the man on top of her, but he didn’t budge.
Blushing, she looked at him. Fine beads of sweat dotted his handsome face, and his deep-set eyes were staring right at her.
Georgia Thorne said in a small voice, "Get up!"
Elliot Sheridan gave a low, sensual hum but didn’t move, remaining lazily draped over her.
Georgia Thorne was helpless, so angry she felt like biting someone.
’Pervert! What an absolute pervert!’
’Before, all I saw was his nobility and elegance, his cold detachment. I must have been blind not to see his true, perverted nature!’
She had no idea what to do with *that* hand!
Little did she know, it’s in the base nature of all men to be a little perverted!
Afterward, Elliot Sheridan carried Georgia Thorne into the bathroom and washed her up thoroughly.
Feeling uneasy, Georgia Thorne washed her hands with soap more than a dozen times. She sniffed them; they only smelled of the fragrant soap.
But the thought that this hand had touched a man’s... essence... made her heart sink. She wanted nothing more than to chop it off!
The aftereffects of her cold and fever were a cough and a hoarse voice.
When Georgia Thorne came out of the bathroom, she saw Owen Sawyer standing in the living room. She lowered her head and scurried into her room.
Owen Sawyer had come to deliver clothes for Elliot Sheridan.
He had been hesitant when he heard the unfamiliar address.
Elliot Sheridan was very particular about where he slept. He didn’t like hotels, and he especially disliked staying in unclean places.
When he drove up to this residential complex, he was completely stunned.
Given Elliot Sheridan’s tastes, there was no way he would stay in such a shabby place. And yet, he had spent the night here.
Moreover, there was a woman’s bite mark on Elliot Sheridan’s chin. The teeth marks were too obvious.
When Owen Sawyer saw Georgia Thorne, he couldn’t help but breathe a quiet sigh of relief.
’Those two have broken up and gotten back together a few times now, haven’t they?’
’Actually, the President is very good to Miss Thorne. At the very least, she’s been the only woman by his side in recent years.’
Owen Sawyer only knew that Elliot Sheridan doted on Georgia Thorne, but he didn’t know that Elliot doted on her to the point of giving her his whole heart.
The moment Owen Sawyer retracted his gaze, he saw his boss looking at him with a cold, dark expression.
The hairs on his arms stood on end. He coughed repeatedly. "Sir, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be taking my leave!"
Elliot Sheridan grunted in acknowledgment, then got up and walked toward the bedroom, ignoring him.
Owen Sawyer made a hasty retreat. He was a total third wheel here, and all he’d get for it were cold stares from his boss.
He backed out of the small apartment and proactively closed the door behind him.
When Elliot Sheridan pushed the door open, he found Georgia Thorne changing her clothes.
She was only halfway dressed and jumped in surprise at the man’s sudden entrance, hastily pulling at her clothes.
She was still angry at Elliot Sheridan.
Elliot Sheridan leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Georgia Thorne leisurely.
Her long, dark hair was draped naturally over her back. Her fair fingers tucked a stray lock behind her ear, revealing it had turned bright red.
Whenever Georgia Thorne got shy, she had this one characteristic: the tips of her ears would turn exceptionally red.
Georgia Thorne picked up the clothes from the floor, her heart pounding. She didn’t know what he found so interesting to look at.
"Mr. Sheridan, could you please move aside?" Georgia Thorne clutched her clothes, wanting to leave.
Elliot Sheridan’s large frame stood in the doorway, blocking her path.
"What did you call me?" The man raised a thick, handsome eyebrow, his dangerous aura pressing in on her as he drew closer.
"My mistake. It should be Mr. Sheridan. Now move!"
Sure enough, when Elliot Sheridan heard those two words, his icy expression soured.
He pinned her between himself and the wall. He didn’t like Georgia calling him "uncle."
Her previous words were still vivid in his mind.
"You’re thirteen years older than me. There’s a generation gap between us. Just based on age alone, I can’t accept a man so much older than me..."
Georgia Thorne wasn’t afraid of him. "Mr. Sheridan, you..."
Before her crisp voice could finish, a warm breath fell upon her, and her lips were deftly sealed by the man’s, leaving her able to make only muffled whimpers.
"Such a sharp tongue. Give you an inch, and you take a mile, don’t you?"
’Georgia Thorne was definitely the kind of girl who would take a mile if you gave her an inch. She was acting so recklessly just because she knew he doted on her!’
Furious, Georgia Thorne threw all the clothes she was holding at him, but she still couldn’t push the man away.
Instead, he effortlessly caught both of her small hands, pinning them together above her head.
Georgia Thorne had never been his match, whether in strength or in any other aspect.
"Georgia, if you ever dare to call me that again, it won’t end this simply!"
Georgia Thorne was still fuming. She balled her hands into small fists and pounded on him. "Elliot Sheridan, you have a fiancée! Why do you keep bothering me?!"
"Fiancée? Have I ever personally acknowledged that?"
Georgia Thorne looked up at him. His handsome face and deep, well-defined features had captivated the hearts of countless socialites in Portmire.
