Chapter 4

I didn't sleep well all night.

I'd planned to rest and battle Rodriguez again tonight.

But tonight was the Bruno Group's tenth anniversary gala, which I had to attend.

My mom dragged me along, probing about my progress with Edgar.

I answered evasively, but my peripheral vision stayed locked on Rodriguez.

Rodriguez had been forced to drink quite a bit tonight. Looking slightly fatigued, he was helped into the private lounge by his assistant.

I excused myself to the restroom and secretly slipped inside.

Rodriguez was lying back on the sofa, eyes closed, already drunk and sound asleep.

I walked to the coffee table and picked up his fallen phone.

My fingertips trembling, I entered my own birthday.

The screen unlocked!

I opened the photo album. Inside was only one photo of me sleeping at home.

So he'd had feelings for me in reality all along!

Trembling with excitement, I looked at Rodriguez lying on the sofa.

Since we always fell short in dreams, and now he was completely defenseless, why not strike while the iron's hot?

I put down the phone and walked to the sofa, half-kneeling on the floor.

I extended my finger, trailing down from his Adam's apple.

My fingertip unbuttoned his shirt, palm pressed against his lower abdomen, following the lines of his abs, going directly downward, slipping my hand inside to play freely.

I felt the muscles beneath my hand tighten.

Rodriguez's breathing grew heavier, and that place was rapidly awakening.

I licked my lips, about to lower my head and go further when—

My mom's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Where did Natalie run off to? She was just here."

"Don't worry, Rodriguez is resting here. She probably went to find Rodriguez." Vivian was there too.

Footsteps grew closer, stopping right at the lounge door!

I startled and quickly withdrew my hand.

Before I could stand up to find somewhere to hide, Rodriguez, who had been on the sofa, opened his eyes!

He grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the adjacent storage closet.

Rodriguez locked the closet door behind him. From outside came the sound of the door opening and conversation.

"Strange, Rodriguez isn't here. Where's Natalie?"

On this side of the wall, I was pinned against the door by Rodriguez.

It was very narrow here. Our bodies pressed tightly together.

My phone vibrated violently in my pocket—my mom calling.

But Rodriguez's hand explored over, lifting my skirt inch by inch.

Right here, I clearly felt—

It was rapidly growing larger, pressing hard against me!

I stared wide-eyed in shock, pressing down on his hand, frantically shaking my head at him.

Rodriguez lowered his head, whispering in my ear.

"You played so wild in the dreams—soaking wet, black stockings, office... trying every trick on me."

"In reality, how come you're scared?"

My brain completely crashed, my consciousness becoming hazy.

Rodriguez suddenly tightened his arms around my waist and thrust his hips!

"Mmph!"

My whole body went soft, pupils contracting sharply.

I could only desperately cover my mouth, forcing the moan back down my throat.

Outside the door, my mom was knocking on the storage closet.

"Why is this door locked? Is anyone in there?"