I opened my eyes to find him looking at me.
We were very close, and he was very handsome.
Normally cool and dignified, without his glasses, he had a slightly rebellious and carefree air about him. He looked like a lunatic really.
With looks and physique like his, I wasn't exactly at a disadvantage.
Thinking this, I took a deep breath, cupped Dashawn's face, and kissed him.
The man paused, his eyes smiling, and soon took the lead.
By the time I realized what was happening, my lips had been parted.
His large hand was on the back of my neck, the kiss becoming deeper and more intense.
It wasn't until I was completely out of breath that we reluctantly separated.
And I could only lean weakly in his arms.
Dashawn's hand was around my waist, the calluses rubbing against my delicate skin.
"So inexperienced, Edgar hasn't kissed you?"
I trembled even more, shaking my head. Edgar hated me so much, how could he possibly kiss me?
Dashawn's smile grew deeper, and he pressed me down beneath him. "Relax, we have the whole night. I'll teach you slowly."
Later, I realized that men are all big liars.
What "teaching slowly" – it was more like a bull in a china shop.
He only stopped when I begged for mercy.
When I woke up the next day, Dashawn was nowhere to be seen.
I assumed he had gone to work and got up to take a shower.
My clothes from yesterday were torn, with all the buttons on my blouse ripped off by Dashawn. Without any clothes to wear, I had to come out wrapped in a towel.
After taking a few steps, I saw Dashawn on the balcony nearby, talking on the phone.
"Check how much the Woodward Family owes, and make up for whatever amount it is."
"Grandpa disagrees? That's his problem, Frank Corporation is my call now."
His voice carried an undeniable authority.
After hanging up, Dashawn turned around and saw me, pausing for a few seconds as his gaze swept over me, his eyes darkening.
I felt a little weak in the knees under his gaze, remembering the craziness of the previous night, and instinctively turned to run.
My body suddenly lifted off the ground as Dashawn picked me up horizontally.
"Just finished helping you, and you're already turning your back on me? Do you really think I'm some sort of good guy?"
I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, blushing and lowering my head, not daring to look at him.
Dashawn smiled as he walked to the bed, placing me directly onto his lap.
I struggled to get down.
Dashawn held me firmly around the waist. "Don't move around, you can't afford the consequences."
As soon as he said this, I indeed didn't dare to move.
After hesitating for a moment, I said, "Thank you."
Regardless, Dashawn had helped my family out of a huge bind, and I should thank him.
"When the time comes, figure out how much it is, and I'll pay you back. It might take a long time, but I'll definitely repay you."
Dashawn buried his head in my neck, greedily inhaling my scent.
"No need to repay, just give yourself to me. Ten times the amount of money, I'd give to you too."
The warmth of his breath on my neck made me itch, and I couldn't help wanting to move away.
Dashawn held me tighter, not allowing me to move away.
"Am I supposed to be your kept… mistress?"
Dashawn didn't expect me to be so straightforward.
He kissed my nose tip, his tone playful. "Do you want to be a mistress?"
I didn't answer.
Naturally, I didn't want to, but it seemed there were no other options.
Even when the Woodward Family was at its peak, it couldn't match the Frank Family, let alone now that it was bankrupt.
Even if Dashawn was willing, the Frank Family wouldn't agree.
I wasn't foolish enough to entertain unrealistic fantasies.
Having made my decision, I looked up at Dashawn resolutely. "When you have a girlfriend, I'll leave."
"That won't do. Where would I find a girlfriend if you leave?"
