Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Matthew’s pretty face turned red and she could tell he had tried his best to hold back.

Blanca blushed within a second.

“You … you can’t touch me!”

Blanca glared at him and mustered all her strength to push him away.

Seeing that Blanca was getting away, Matthew’s eyes flickered with mischief and grabbed her wrists.

Her fair and slender wrists fitted right in his hands.

“Why not?” he squinted his misty eyes and said, “that night you were pretty aggressive.”

Blanca had got goosebumps now!

Although she was shouting that she wanted a man that night, it was because she thought she was about to die and wanted to know what sex was really like. But now everything was different…

“Well … I wasn’t thinking straight back then. And you promised me yesterday that you won’t force me to do that thing if it’s against my will, right?”

“I also said I didn’t think there would be absolutely no sex for three years.”

Blanca could tell he was drunk and she couldn’t reason with a drunk man. So, she nodded, “Yes, you’re right. So should we wait a little longer?”

Matthew was drunk but his mind was quite clear. He could tell how panicked she was.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She was only 20 years old and was still a kid. He did scare her.

“What if I’m tired of waiting?”

Matthew approached her on purpose and smirked at her.

Blanca’s eyes were wide open and she backed off. But her elbow nudged the twitch of the shower and freezing water kept pouring down on her. Her hair and clothes were instantly wet.

Her thin clothes clung to her slender body and he could see everything.

“So, you want me to see you this soaking wet?”

Blanca was about to go mad and didn’t know how to get past this.

Matthew turned off the shower and wrapped her with a towel. He held her in his arms and walked out of the shower.

“Ah! What are you doing!”

Blanca was afraid that other people in the house might hear so she didn’t dare to yell. She kept down her voice and started kicking.

“I won’t go easy on you if you don’t stop struggling.”

Hearing that, Blanca shut her mouth but her heart was pounding loud. She didn’t know what he was trying to do.

After he carried her out of the shower, he put her down and gave her the hairdryer.

“Dry your hair. I don’t want you to get sick.”

Then he walked out of the room.

Blanca finally felt relieved. So he was worried that she might catch a cold. Why didn’t he just say it?

Thinking of that, she started to smile and thought higher of Matthew. Though he looked quite grim and coldblooded, he knew how to take care of her.