"Angry?" Howard Geoffrey lightly held her chin with one hand, lifting it slightly. He gazed into her clear eyes, admiring her flawless face.
"You..." Becca began to feel confused about the situation before her.
Howard Geoffrey coaxed tenderly, "I promise you, I won’t come back this late in the future."
She struggled in his arms, her tone unfriendly, "You don’t need to tell me these things!!"
"Be good, don’t be angry..."
As if apologizing, he kissed her cheek.
Becca’s face quickly flushed with anger and embarrassment, as she pushed him away, "Let go of me, lunatic!!"
Using all her strength, she struggled to push him away, but Howard Geoffrey only tightened his hold on her, his arms encircling her—
His actions were so shamelessly domineering.
Becca cried out, "Roye, Roye..."
Unfortunately, the door’s soundproofing was too good, and Roye, standing outside, couldn’t hear Becca’s call.
At this moment, Howard Geoffrey pressed Becca against the door behind her...
Before Becca could react, he leaned down and kissed her lips, those thin, warm lips kissed her wildly and passionately...
Becca’s hands rested against his chest, but because his strength far exceeded hers, all her struggling was in vain, and he soon captured her hands, pinning them above her head...
Perhaps because they were so close, she could feel the heat radiating from his body...
Even in a half-conscious state, many men can have physical urges without emotions, which is why many men cheat when drunk.
He was drunk, unable to resist his body’s impulses...
It seemed that in his heart, she was still someone he could toy with at will...
Because of their bodies being so close, the source of heat was against her lower abdomen, and in anger, she tried to kick him.
However, as if he had already anticipated her thought, he pressed her down even more with his leg, burying his head in her neck.
Becca was always ticklish, and with him breathing warmly on her neck, she struggled, but her face flamed red.
As Becca felt helpless, his kisses on her neck gradually slowed down.
This was unexpected for Becca, and she took the opportunity to push him aside.
No one expected that he almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, she caught him in time, instinctively calling out, "Howard..."
He had drunk a lot tonight, and was truly drunk...
Midway through the kiss, he completely lost consciousness...
When he slumped against her, she finally realized he wasn’t pretending.
Becca freed a hand and turned the doorknob behind her...
Sure enough, Roye, who had been waiting outside, immediately helped Becca support Howard Geoffrey.
Perhaps the movement was too large, waking Howard Geoffrey again, so before Becca could withdraw from him, Howard Geoffrey grabbed her hand.
Becca forcefully pried at his hand.
But, even in a hazy state, he held her firmly, eventually intertwining their fingers.
A second passed, then two seconds...
Becca struggled with Howard Geoffrey’s hand for several minutes, but couldn’t break free.
Finally, seeing his reddened hand from her efforts, she stopped resisting.
Roye remained silent, and when Becca grew tired, Roye finally spoke, "Miss Quentin, let the president rest here tonight..."
"So, do you plan to stand here with the president all night?"
"Maybe the president will let go in a while."
Becca said nothing more because she truly couldn’t break free from him.
No one expected that in the end, after Roye removed his suit jacket, Howard Geoffrey, in his shirt and the smell of alcohol, just slept on her bed.
Her hand was still held by him, forcing her to lie on the bed as well.
Though the door was ajar and not completely closed, with Roye standing guard outside, Becca felt like the whole world shrank to just him and her, in such a quiet night, she could hear his steady breathing while he slept.
Being pregnant, she was naturally sleepy, compounded by their tussle until one in the morning, Becca was truly tired, so while on guard against him, she slowly fell asleep...
Perhaps not sleeping soundly, Becca woke up once in the middle of the night...