As he watched Eva Miller’s face full of envy towards Sophie Smith and admiration for Asher Land, he felt a bit annoyed.
He casually picked up the red wine from the table, tilted his head back, and drank more than half the bottle.
"Oliver, Brother Johnson..." As soon as Eva Miller saw his expression, she felt something was off, and just as she stood up, she sat back down again.
Oliver Johnson’s mood worsened, and he drank one bottle after another.
"Brother Johnson, can you stop drinking, please?" She honestly didn’t know what wrong she had said moments ago.
Oh, right, wasn’t it about Sophie Smith? Oliver Johnson liked Sophie Smith, but then, she just blabbered a whole bunch of nonsense, showcasing Sophie Smith and Asher Land’s love...
Eva Miller also regretted a bit. She walked over to take Oliver Johnson’s wine bottle, but when Oliver Johnson dodged his hand, she ended up grabbing nothing.
"Don’t care about me, weren’t you going back? Go!"
"Brother Johnson, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say so much to you."
Eva Miller stood beside him like a child who had done something wrong, pleading for an adult’s forgiveness.
Oliver Johnson threw the bottle in his hand onto the ground and staggered a bit as he walked upstairs.
Eva Miller didn’t think much and followed along excitedly.
Oliver Johnson lay on the bed, his gaze somewhat lazy, and when he saw Eva Miller come up, he frowned slightly, displeased. Fresh chapters posted on novel⸺fire.net
"Why did you come up? Looking to seal the deal with your patron?" He snorted coldly, using what she had said earlier to mock her.
Eva Miller blushed, not expecting this man to be so petty.
Eva Miller thought he was drunk, so she spoke more freely, thinking that once he sobered up, he might not even remember.
"Why do I feel like Brother Johnson, you’re harder to serve than President Land? Sophie Smith managed to please President Land mostly with her skills in bed, why aren’t you interested in women?" Eva Miller pouted, complaining beside him, but these words sounded quite shameless.
Oliver Johnson was not drunk; he was very sober. When he heard what Eva Miller said, he suddenly sat up, grabbed her body, and pinned her beneath him.
"What, what do you want to do?" Eva Miller panicked. Although she had thick skin, she had never truly done anything with a man before.
"Brother Johnson, let, let me go." She pushed against his unmoving body, her gaze a bit uneasy. He had a faint scent of wine, accompanied by a masculine aura that instantly painted her face a shade of crimson.
"Didn’t you say Sophie Smith pleased her patron with her skills in bed? Don’t you want to give it a try?"
Oliver Johnson’s eyes suddenly turned cold; she had never seen this look before since he was usually courteous.
"I, I was joking." She awkwardly tugged her lips, wanting to say more, when suddenly a hot kiss landed on her, prying her lips open and advancing inward.
Eva Miller’s eyes were full of shock; he had actually kissed her!
For a woman like her, who knew only how to talk without any real experience, this kiss was enough to make her lose herself. Oliver Johnson didn’t release her for a long time, she turned pale, feeling like she was about to suffocate.
Oliver Johnson frowned, thinking she was really clumsy, not even able to breathe properly.
He released her, and Eva Miller felt a sense of relief, her chest rising and falling slightly, gasping for air.
His eyes were tinged with a hint of desire; he reached out to unbutton her clothes.