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Meanwhile, Anastasia lay down on the back seat as she felt tiredness taking over her. She fell asleep soon after that. Elliot turned to gaze at her as she slept, and his gaze remained still for a moment before he stopped the car by the side of the road. If her son sees her like this, he’s going to be traumatized when he grows up, Elliot thought.
So, he picked her phone up before unlocking her phone with her fingerprint. Then, he searched for Francis’ number before sending him a text. ‘Dad, I’m drunk tonight. Can you take care of Jared for tonight? I’ll be home early tomorrow morning,’ it said.
Francis responded just moments later. ‘You should get some rest if you’re drunk. Don’t worry about Jared; I’ll take care of him. You stay safe!’ he replied.
‘Got it, Dad.’ Elliot sent the text over. After seeing how drunk Anastasia seemed, Elliot decided that he couldn’t allow young Jared to have a memory of his drunk mother at such an age. Anastasia didn’t know anything about the man’s plans, but she continued sleeping as the black car sped past the city center before arriving at one of the most expensive villas in the mid-hill area.
Anastasia hadn’t slept much the night before, and she had had a long day today. After all the alcohol she consumed, it was unlikely for her to wake up even if thunder struck the top of her head. Once the man parked the car, he lifted her bridal style and brought her to his bedroom without her being aware of it.
Once she was on the bed, she rolled over to settle in a comfortable position before continuing to sleep. She was dressed in a white shirt and a black pencil skirt that revealed her slim thighs. She wasn’t aware of it, but the posture in which she slept was extremely seductive to the man staring at her.
The grand villa was lit up by a huge chandelier that hung above a gray couch. Elliot, who had just finished showering, sat on the couch in a lazy posture. He had pulled on a pair of sweatpants but left his upper body naked. Beads of water were still hanging on his skin as he held his arm up to sip on his glass of red wine. The muscles in his arms bulged as he moved the glass up and down.
For the most part, Elliot was a calm and rational man. However, he felt himself losing his mind whenever he thought about the woman who was lying in his bed. He couldn’t resist the urge to lose all control and set himself free. Every time he tried to suppress his urges, they disappeared only to resurface moments later. He wanted to check on her, but he knew that he would get greedier for her when he was there. It was impossible for him to just stare at her.
So, he figured that he would keep his distance so that he didn’t have to suffer as much. Yet, there was another voice in his head that continued to shout at him, and he had to counter this voice with the rational part of his mind. In the end, he lifted his wine glass and gulped all of it down before standing and heading upstairs.
He had found a reason to go up. I have to check if she puked. If she did, then my poor bed would be in trouble. Her alcohol tolerance isn’t that high, but I don’t think she has a habit of puking. If she’s drunk, she usually just sleeps.
Elliot opened the door to his room, and he found the woman sleeping with her back turned against him. Her stunning curves and her soft figure made her seem especially feminine under the dim lights.
As Elliot stared at Anastasia’s long, messy hair that hung from the edge of the pillow, he couldn’t help but narrow his eyes a little. He was like a silent, predatory beast that was inching closer toward its prey. Meanwhile, the woman—his prey—didn’t realize a thing as he sat down by the edge of the bed and watched her sleeping soundly. Her perky red lips made her appear especially seductive.
When he saw a clump of hair covering her eyes, he instinctively reached over to brush her hair aside. However, the moment he touched her face, the girl let out a mumble—she was talking in her sleep. All of a sudden, she held onto his large palm. “Stop messing around, Jared. Let your mommy sleep for a bit,” she muttered.
Elliot’s eyes widened a little. Does she think I’m her son right now? Soon enough, the woman wrapped her hands around Elliot’s arm before rubbing her face against it. It was almost as if she were rubbing her face against Jared’s head. Elliot had no choice but to lean closer and play along so that she wouldn’t wake up.
He shifted his body sideways and held his arm out for her to hug him. Then, he proudly allowed her to press his arm against her chest area. All sorts of sensations shot through the man’s body as she did so. He held himself in this same stiff position while the woman continued to sleep. He had no other option but to admire her gorgeous face that was illuminated by the dim lighting. Her smooth and fair skin reminded him of a scrumptious-looking dish, and it made him crave for her.
Anastasia had no idea what she looked like in her sleep, but the man had scanned every inch of her face in admiration. Throughout the night, he had even counted the number of eyelashes she had on each eye. Anastasia clung onto him too tightly, so he couldn’t pull away from her without waking her up.
This time, Elliot was faced with a challenge greater than ever before. It was a test of his restraint. If he didn’t have such good self-control, he would’ve let Anastasia get a taste of his skills. “Reach your hands out, Anastasia.” He tried to get her to reach her hands out while she was dreaming, but she didn’t since she didn’t know that she was hugging him in the first place. Furthermore, she thought she was hugging her precious son!