Chapter 61 A Night To Remember
When Cherise had gotten engaged to Damien, Lucy loaded her with plenty of materials. on this topic, instructing her to put it into practice.
At the time, Cherise hid under the blanket and watched said âmaterialsâ with a curious mind. Do people really scream when they go at it?
Is it true that intimacy drives people mad?
It was not until today that she understood how it felt.
Bathed in the dim light, she gazed at Damien with misty eyes.
Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and the way they followed the ridges of his abs. made her inexplicably swallow hard.
âDearâŠâ
She called him softly.
âHmm?â He raised an eyebrow.
âYou look great.â
Sunlight filtered through a crack in the curtains, and Cherise turned over and shielded her eyes from the faint glow with a hand.
The memories quickly dawned on her as she furrowed her brow and opened her hazy eyes, and she froze for a good two seconds. Every muscle on her b*dy was sore.
Last nightâŠ
She blushed to the roots of her hair.
After hastily fixing her hair, she rushed downstairs and found Damien sitting indifferently on the couch with a black silk blindfold over his eyes. The butler was standing next to him, reciting the news as usual.
Upon hearing her footsteps, his calm and deep voice rang out. âAwake?â
Cherise blushed and softly responded with an âMmm, before hurrying into the kitchen.
âMadam, youâre up.â
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Frances came out of the kitchen with breakfast, âBreakfast is ready, you may help.
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yourself.â She said with a smile.
Cherise felt a little apologetic. âI was supposed to make breakfastâŠâ
Itâs all Lucyâs fault!
She said a tiny bit of the drug doesnât do any harm!
AndâŠ.
She spent the night being the subject of Damienâs manly prowess. She almost pa*sed out from exhaustion a few times, but he would wake her up with a few hard pumps.
There was not a bone in her b*dy that was not aching. That was why she slept in!
Frances smiled ambiguously at her. âMaâam, itâs a blessing for a woman to be able to sleep
in.â
âPlease take a seat at the dining table. Iâll bring the food over in a second.â
Cherise pouted her lips and obliged.
The truth of the matter was that she was famished.
Cherise had just taken her seat when Mr. Kolson put away the newspaper and wheeled Damien over.
She checked the time and found that it was past nine!
âYou⊠Havenât had anything to eat?â
Damien handed her a spoon elegantly. âI was waiting for you.â
His gentle yet commanding voice made her heart flutter.
She grabbed the spoon in a fluster. âEat up⊠You must be hungry.â Her face turned a little red.
While she was starving, she acknowledged that she did nothing but get pinned under him all night. One could only imagine how much hungrier he was at this point.
Through the thin, black silk, Damien saw the tinge of redness on her face and curved his lips into a satisfied smile.
âHave some more,â
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As Frances served the other dishes, Cherise thoughtfully helped him to more food.
She smiled bashfully like a teenage girl.
Damien, on the other hand, looked at her with a faint, warm smile. â more warmth than what Frances could recall in recent memory.â
After breakfast, he brought Cherise into his embrace and gave her a flurry of k*sses before her phone started ringing it was Lucy. Cherise shyly left his embrace. âI⊠I have to go to cla*s.â
He brought his lips to her ears. âShall I give you a lift?â His breath was warm yet chilling at the same time.
âN-nah, Iâll be alright.â
Cherise pouted on her lips. âThere were rumors about me recentlyâŠâ
She swallowed her words and raised her head, her watery eyes filled with bashfulness. âBesides⊠You should get some rest.â
His health calls for cautious monitoring, and he had been so tired last nightâŠ
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