Free Web NovelChapter 120: Chapter 120: She Calls You Uncle (Part 1)
Elliot Sheridan had always been self-disciplined, never paying any mind to the women who threw themselves at him.
Joanne Donovan believed he was saving himself for her—until another woman appeared.
She took a long drag from her cigarette, the fine white smoke swirling before her eyes. If she had a way to get rid of that woman, then she had a way to get rid of this Amanda Thorne, too.
She suddenly found herself captivated by the cigarette’s scent. She took a deep sniff; it was exactly the same as Elliot Sheridan’s.
This man, Elliot Sheridan—she was determined to have him.
Tossing the cigarette butt aside, her slender hand picked up her phone and dialed a number.
Back in the private room, a man arrived midway through.
He wore a black pinstripe suit, the white shirt underneath unbuttoned at the top, giving him a look that was both wicked and handsome.
Unlike Elliot Sheridan’s rugged handsomeness, the man before her exuded a kind of androgynous beauty.
A very beautiful man.
Georgia Thorne silently appraised the newcomer.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp poke in her side. The man’s fingertips were pressing into her waist.
She turned her head, and the faint scent of smoke washed over her. His deep eyes were watching her with a clear warning.
"I don’t mind you looking at me a little more."
Elliot Sheridan was extremely possessive; he didn’t want Georgia Thorne’s attention focused on any other man, not even his friend.
Ethan Fletcher sat down casually across from them, tut-tutting with a wicked grin. "Sharon, is this your little lady? She looks so fresh and tender."
Elliot Sheridan’s cold eyes narrowed at him in displeasure.
’This guy. He’s just playing dumb.’
’I already sent him the photos, so he must know who Georgia is.’
Ethan Fletcher gave Georgia Thorne a mischievous smile. "Little sister, how old are you? Why don’t you tell your uncle?"
Georgia Thorne blushed, flustered by Ethan Fletcher’s teasing words.
She turned her head, her watery eyes looking to Elliot Sheridan as she gently tugged on the hem of his clothes under the table.
Elliot Sheridan shot a cold glance at Ethan Fletcher. "If she calls you ’uncle,’ are you trying to imply you’re my senior?"
At his sinister tone, Ethan Fletcher immediately backed off.
’As if I’d dare to pull one over on Elliot Sheridan!’
Ethan Fletcher had come over to discuss business with Elliot Sheridan.
The two of them didn’t hold back, speaking freely right in front of Georgia Thorne.
In truth, Georgia couldn’t understand most of it. The conversation involved not only figures from the business world, but even more from the government.
Georgia ate quietly, listening to the unfamiliar names they mentioned. Only one stood out to her—Quincy Rhodes.
Quincy Rhodes was the mayor of Portmire—the city’s first-ever female mayor.
She was a formidable woman, one who had become strong and independent after her husband’s death.
Georgia sat quietly to the side, finishing the sweet wine in her glass. She thought it tasted quite nice.
She picked up the bottle, poured herself a little more, and took another drink.
Georgia Thorne could hold her liquor. While the two men were talking, she finished off the rest of the sweet wine in the bottle all by herself.
Her mind was still clear, but a blush had spread across her fair cheeks, making her look even more radiant and dewy.
"You like this wine?"
Georgia nodded, her lips parting in a smile that revealed faint dimples. "It’s delicious."
"Want me to get you a couple of bottles to take home?"
"Okay!"
This wine was from Iris Tolliver’s private collection, an exclusive blend.
The production of this sweet wine was very limited. Guests who wanted to drink it had to make a reservation in advance and wait for over a month at a minimum.
He’d specially had the manager send it over today because he heard Elliot Sheridan was bringing a young woman with him.
The wine wasn’t just sweet; it was also very potent and had a strong kick that hit you later.
Most women would be completely drunk after just a glass or two.
"This wine is pretty strong, you know."
"Is it?" Georgia looked dazed, thinking only that the wine tasted nice.
"She can hold her liquor pretty well," Elliot said, having witnessed Georgia’s tolerance before. "Have someone send two bottles to my apartment later."
Ethan Fletcher readily agreed. After all, they were practically brothers.
After finishing their business discussion, Ethan Fletcher left.
The door closed, leaving the two of them alone in the private room.
His long fingers tilted Georgia Thorne’s chin up. "Was the wine good?"
"Delicious!"
"Is that so? A shame I barely got a few sips in before you finished it all by yourself."
Georgia blushed. She didn’t know anything about wine, she just thought it was delicious and had accidentally drunk a little too much.
Her incredibly moist eyes gazed helplessly at the handsome face just inches away. "Then... what should I do?"
As she spoke in a soft, breathy voice, the fragrant aroma of wine wafted from her lips.
"Let me have a taste... and see what that wine is like."
’The wine is all gone. How is he going to have a taste?’
Elliot could barely contain himself. "Are you full?"
Georgia blinked, feeling his quickened breath above her. "Should... should we go home now?"
Finally understanding what the man wanted, Georgia buried her face in his chest and whispered, "Okay."
Once again fully disguised, Georgia was pulled into the man’s embrace, her other hand intertwined with his.
As they walked through the lobby, she could feel the eyes of every woman in the vicinity turning toward them.
Georgia tried several times to pull her hand away, but he only squeezed it tighter.
"Don’t move."
Georgia blushed. "I think everyone’s looking at us!"
Elliot grunted in response. "Then why don’t you hide a little deeper in my arms?"
"..." Georgia was speechless. ’No matter how I hide, they’ll still see me. It’s not like he can stuff me in his pocket.’
Elliot shielded Georgia as she got into the car. He then straightened up and glanced toward a dark corner in the distance.
The corner of his mouth lifted in a cold smirk before he walked around the front of the car and got in.
The car drove to a hotel.
Georgia paused. "Why are we at a hotel?"
"There’s a car following us. We’ll have to make do at a hotel for tonight, okay?" Elliot squeezed her soft, pale palm.
Georgia had been drinking, and the delayed effects of the alcohol were starting to hit her. She felt a little sleepy.
She didn’t think much of it. The hotel belonged to him, after all, and he had his own exclusive suite inside. It wasn’t likely to be dirty.
So she agreed.
When Georgia got out of the car, her legs felt a little weak, so Elliot simply scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the hotel.
The on-duty hotel manager saw that it was their own president and hurriedly came forward.
Georgia hid her face, revealing only her long, beautiful black hair. To be safe, she buried her entire face in Elliot Sheridan’s chest.
The manager stared in astonishment at the woman in the president’s arms, but couldn’t see a thing.
The president, who had always been aloof with women, was brazenly carrying one into his hotel.
’Is this world-shattering news or what?’
Georgia’s cheek was pressed against Elliot Sheridan’s chest. Listening to his steady heartbeat, she slowly felt her own heart begin to beat in time with his.
It was a strange and wonderful feeling.
Georgia’s face grew warm. As she heard the unfamiliar man’s voice droning on, her slender fingers gripped Elliot Sheridan’s sleeve even tighter.
Elliot turned his head and shot him an icy glare, and the hotel manager immediately fell silent.
’I must be seeing things today!’
Once inside the room, Georgia finally got out of Elliot Sheridan’s arms.
Her face was beet red from being held so tightly. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked up and met the man’s deep, dark eyes.
"Why don’t you go take a shower first?"
Georgia had just nodded when Elliot Sheridan swept her up and carried her into the bathroom.
He closed the door, and Georgia realized he had set her down but wasn’t leaving.
She pushed at him. "You go out first. I’ll be quick in the shower."
Elliot grabbed her wrist. His dark eyes burned as he said in a husky, domineering, and insistent voice, "Together." ƒгeewёbnovel.com
’He’d been holding back his desire for her for a long, long time.’
Afterward, he carried Georgia to the bathroom to clean her up, then held her in his arms as they fell asleep together.
The next morning, she awoke languidly in Elliot Sheridan’s arms.
When she opened her eyes, she was met with the sight of his handsome profile. She playfully poked at the dark stubble on his chin, which felt hard and prickly to the touch.
