Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 81

Shawn embraced her tighter and tighter, exhaling his hot breath on her neck.

Sharon was a little flustered and was also scared.

She was afraid that he would go too far. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

As time went by, she became more and more anxious.

Shawn started kissing her cheek continuously while mumbling softly, "Sharon..."

Sharon gritted her teeth and gave him a hard kick.

"Ouch..."

Shawn grunted in pain. He let go of her, took a few steps back, and fell to the ground.

Sharon's heart was beating very fast as she was scared out of her wits. She saw him sitting on the floor, his pale face twisting in great pain.

Sharon felt a little heartache and wanted to see him. Finally, she gritted her teeth, turned around, and ran away.

When Peter exited their room to look for Shawn, he was shocked to see Shawn sitting on the ground motionlessly.

"Young Master!"

Peter hurried over and called Shawn who was shutting his eyes, "Young Master, wake up!"

Shawn slowly opened his eyes. He seemed to faint for a while just now. A burst of pain came from the back of his head that made him frown. "Where am I?"

"Young Master, you had one glass too many and said that you wanted to come out to sober up." Peter helped him up. "I waited for you in the room for a long time but you never came back, so I came out to look for you and saw you fainted here."

After a pause, Peter asked again, "Young Master, what happened just now?"

Shawn stood in a daze. His glance slowly got deeper as he muttered, "I think I saw Sharon just now."

Not only that, he hugged her and kissed her. The touch was so real, and he could still feel her warmth on his palms.

"Huh?" Peter hurriedly looked around. "I only saw you alone when I came here and no one else. I definitely didn't see Miss Cruz."

Shawn frowned.

"Young Master, are you drunk? Is it possible that you have mistaken her for someone else?"

Shawn was confused. Was it really just a dream because he was drunk?

Impossible.

"Then how can you explain that I'm sitting on the ground?" Shawn asked.

"Perhaps you are too drunk that you accidentally fell and sat on the floor when you came out," Peter made an assumption since he also didn't know what was going on.

Shawn did not believe him though. "Sharon must be here. Peter, I'm not going back to the room. I want to take a walk."

Talking a walk was a just lame excuse; his real intention was to look for Sharon.

Peter sighed and answered, "Ok."

Sharon sat on the toilet with a blank expression. She didn't expect that she would meet Shawn here again tonight.

She always thought that their previous encounter on the street was nothing but an illusion, but she didn't expect it to be true.

Shawn was in Beachmarsh City, in the same city as her.

Earlier, before she left, Shawn sat on the floor with a painful grimace on his face, which made her feel sorry for him.

After all, she had known him for so many years. She could not treat him as a total stranger.

Even if he had betrayed her back then, she couldn't be cruel to him.

"You are really weak," Sharon scolded herself.

She didn't even dare to sit down and talk to him. She was afraid that he would know about her marital status.

Sharon clearly knew that they could not return to when they used to be when he was with Cecilia and when he left the Cruz Family.

So when she was in the corridor, she tried her best to avoid him.

They were destined to not have a future together, so there was no need for them to rekindle their relationship.

She sat on the toilet for a long time. It was not until her legs began to ache and numb that she gradually recomposed herself.

After getting out of the tiny stall, she washed her hands and said to herself in the mirror, "Just pretend that you haven't seen him and nothing had happened. Sharon Cruz, you have cut your ties with him a long time ago, and you are someone else's wife now. Forget him!"

As the last word fell, it felt like a magical spell had been cast which made her calm again.

After washing her face with cold water, she became more clear-minded.

She had been out for a long time. The people in the room should be anxious if she didn't go back now.

She turned off the tap and was about to get up when a hot entity suddenly came to her from her back.

Sharon was shocked. When she was about to struggle and scream, she saw the man who stuck himself against her and stopped.

Stanley pressed her against the washstand from behind with his warm body and said in a deep voice, "Why didn't you scream?"

Sharon rolled her eyes at him and said, "I saw you in the mirror!"

He chuckled and said, "You have good eyesight."

"I'm not blind."

"Why have you been out for such a long time?"

Sharon lowered her eyes. "My stomach hurts, so it took some time."

His face was full of disgust. "Have you washed your hands?"

"No, I haven't! Let me smear them on you!"

Sharon turned back to wipe her hands on his clothes.

He frowned at her and grabbed her hands while avoiding her.

She was weak in comparison, so she was no match to him at all now that she was being restrained and he easily controlled her.

There was a hint of mischief in his eyes. He reached out to grab her sensitive spot and said, "How dare you smear your dirty hands on me, huh?"

As he spoke, he increased the strength in his hands.

"Stop... Haha... Stop..."

Sharon was on the verge of collapse as he tickled her. She was very ticklish.

He didn't stop what he was doing.

Sharon laughed until tears burst out. "Haha...

I won't do it again. Stop, stop..."

The two of them played around for a while, and eventually, he stopped, his strong body still pressing against hers.

In the mirror, Sharon's face was full of smiles. The sorrow and depression just now had long been forgotten.

Even she herself didn't realize that the man behind her could turn her bad mood around so quickly.

"Jimmy? I see that you guys have quite a pleasant conversation in the room. Do you fall for him?"

Looking at the smile on her face, he thought of the scene in the room earlier and began to feel unhappy.

Sharon saw his dark eyes from the mirror and rolled her eyes at his words. "Can you stop thinking that way? He is a kind person. I only regard him as my brother!"

As she spoke, she was about to struggle out.

Stanley pressed his waist against her and her attempt to get out of his restraint failed again.

Sharon felt a pain in her stomach as she was pressed against the hard marble surface of the sink. She frowned and said angrily, "Stanley Jones!"

Stanley sneered and said, "You call your husband by my full name, yet call Jimmy on a first name basis. Are you still telling me that you don't like him?"

Sharon didn't know what went wrong with him again. He was normal a few seconds ago but now he went crazy again.

She deliberately annoyed him by saying, "Yes, so what if I like him? He is a gentleman, and very considerate. Any woman will like him!"

Sharon's words were undoubtedly driving him up the wall as he was in a black mood instantly. He was already very enraged when he was in the room just now, and now listening to her confession, his rationality went out the window.

Sharon felt a tight grasp on her chin as he gripped her chin from behind with his hands, and his eyes were burning with rage. "Say it again!"

Sharon was usually wise enough to know that he didn't mean it. Right now, she could feel the burning fury even through her thin clothes.

Her chin began to ache from his grip. For some reason, Sharon hot- headedly blurted out, "Jimmy is a good man and very considerate. Any woman will like him. I am also a woman... Oh!"

Before she could finish, her lips were tightly sealed.

Stanley twisted her head and planted a merciless and rough kiss on her lips, his gaze blazing with wrath.

Why could she be so hateful whenever she opened her mouth? She needed to be taught some lessons!

Sharon was forced to be kissed. Her posture and body were distorted and very uncomfortable, her neck hurt from the twisting, yet she could not resist at all.

He was so strong that her heart trembled in fear, wondering how could a man's strength be so great?

His two big hands almost crushed her body.

Behind her was his strong body and in front of her was the washstand. She had no way out of this predicament.

What a bully!

Sharon was tormented so hard that her tongue began to numb, yet he did not plan to let her go.

On the contrary, he was getting more and more excited.

She saw a strong lust in his eyes.

She was anxious, confused, and panicked. How could he be so impulsive in a place like this?

Anyone would come into the restroom any minute now. She would die of embarrassment if someone saw her in such a state.

"Let...let go..."

She sobbed and struggled.

Obviously, this remark provoked him again. He turned her body around, held her waist with his strong arms, and picked her up.

"Ah..."

Sharon screamed.

Stanley put her on the washstand, trapping her in his arms.

Sharon had nowhere to go. She sat in front of him, with her two little hands resting on his chest. Her legs were hanging on the air, trembling.

Panting breathlessly, Stanley said, "Other women can like him all they want. Would you want to try?!"

He warned her in a vicious voice.

"I-I'm just kidding. I don't like him. Let go of me..."

Sharon's face turned pale and then red. She didn't expect that he would take her words for it. Wasn't he quite wise? Why couldn't he tell whether she was lying or not?

She stretched out her hand to push him, but his body was as hard as iron, so she couldn't push him off her.

"Little liar!"

Stanley narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth. "You tricked me, huh?"

Sharon didn't dare to look at him at all. His body was like a pile of fire, burning her.

She swallowed and tried to get out of his embrace, but she had no strength left in her body. She could not help but slide down, so she waved her hands wildly, trying to grab something.

"Hiss..."

Stanley took a breath of cold air and felt a pain in his waist. Sharon scratched a piece of flesh on his waist with her hands and almost tore it off.

He lowered his head and stared at her. He was stunned to find that she was crying.

Her big eyes were red like the rabbit's, and her eyelashes were full of tears.

Stanley raised his hand to wipe her tears. "Why do you cry?"

Sharon sniffed and wanted to hold back her tears, but she couldn't help saying, "Don't do it here. Someone will come in. I lied to you. I don't like Jimmy."

Sharon knew that he was used to being overbearing. Maybe he really had the guts to do the deed with her here.

The anger in Stanley's heart was extinguished by her tears. He twitched the corners of his mouth and thought, "What a little fool."

No matter how ridiculous he was, he would not have sex with her here.

Stanley let go of her and took out a cigarette from his pocket.