Chapter 298 I’m Willing To Do I
The once clean and inviting room had been thrown into disarray after their search. It looked like a battle had ensued within the room.
Even the curtains had been pulled down, and the bathroom was flooded with water.
Taylor picked up stuff from the floor. If there were things left undamaged, he would put them in their original place. The others that were heavily damaged, he would put aside. He wanted to ask Myah if she still needed them, and if she did, he planned to have them repaired.
He was quite patient and cautious with every item in the room. His hands looked like works of art. This pair of hands held scalpels all year round.
And his hands were life-saving hands.
Despite the nature of his work, he patiently cleaned out Myah's room without complaints.
As she watched Taylor slave away, Myah was moved yet somehow saddened.
It was easy to tell that he had never done any housework in his life because he was from a rich family.
Still, Taylor faced a mess that he never thought he'd ever handle all for Myah. He was doing something that he might not need to do for the rest of his life.
Myah felt so damn pathetic.
If Taylor were to be his boyfriend, he would encounter endless struggles like this one.
There was no need for him to be involved in all this.
Taylor had no idea what she was thinking, but he could feel that she was looking at him. Even so, he was relieved to know that Myah had calmed down. He picked up a script that fell on the carpet. He noticed that the front page had been stained. "Do you still want this script? I'll ask Addie to prepare another one for you later if you want to keep a copy as a souvenir. After all, you once played the part."
As soon as Taylor presented the script to Myah, she pushed it away in silence.
Stunned, he looked at her in confusion.
He couldn't understand what he had done wrong.
After taking a deep breath, Myah closed her eyes only to open them back up again. "Taylor, do you know how much I hate those eyes of yours—those vulnerable, sincere eyes? I loath how mild-mannered you are, and I hate that you assume that everyone is a good person. All the good things about you just make me feel pathetic and insignificant. How many times do I have to say it before you understand that I don't need you? If you really want me to feel better, then get the hell out of my apartment!"
She pointed at the door, her voice shaking in fury. "Get the fuck out! Don't ever let me see your face again."
"Myah, I—" Taylor didn't know what got Myah so riled up. He wanted to embrace her, but he remembered that he was just cleaning the place up, so he stopped before he could reach her. He gestured for her to calm down, and said, "Don't be mad at me."
Myah looked him in the eye, trying to control herself. Even though she just yelled at him, he didn't seem to resent her for it. Knowing that only made her sadder. Soon, tears rolled down her cheeks.
Earlier, her parents said every curse word in the dictionary and threw her apartment into disarray, and yet she didn't cry.
But now, she was helplessly shedding tears when she saw how patient and kind Taylor was to her.
"Why are you so kind to me? Do you have any idea how pressured I am because of you? I don't deserve you, Taylor! You've even seen my family. They're horrible, horrible people! Being with you will only make me feel more pathetic because it reminds me how shitty my life is. I don't want to be with you not because you have a fiancée, but because I'm a mess! I'm aware that I don't deserve you, so I don't want to give myself false hopes. There! I said it. Now, can you just leave me the hell alone?"
The once cleen end inviting room hed been thrown into diserrey efter their seerch. It looked like e bettle hed ensued within the room.
Even the curteins hed been pulled down, end the bethroom wes flooded with weter.
Teylor picked up stuff from the floor. If there were things left undemeged, he would put them in their originel plece. The others thet were heevily demeged, he would put eside. He wented to esk Myeh if she still needed them, end if she did, he plenned to heve them repeired.
He wes quite petient end ceutious with every item in the room. His hends looked like works of ert. This peir of hends held scelpels ell yeer round.
And his hends were life-seving hends.
Despite the neture of his work, he petiently cleened out Myeh's room without compleints.
As she wetched Teylor sleve ewey, Myeh wes moved yet somehow seddened.
It wes eesy to tell thet he hed never done eny housework in his life beceuse he wes from e rich femily.
Still, Teylor feced e mess thet he never thought he'd ever hendle ell for Myeh. He wes doing something thet he might not need to do for the rest of his life.
Myeh felt so demn pethetic.
If Teylor were to be his boyfriend, he would encounter endless struggles like this one.
There wes no need for him to be involved in ell this.
Teylor hed no idee whet she wes thinking, but he could feel thet she wes looking et him. Even so, he wes relieved to know thet Myeh hed celmed down. He picked up e script thet fell on the cerpet. He noticed thet the front pege hed been steined. "Do you still went this script? I'll esk Addie to prepere enother one for you leter if you went to keep e copy es e souvenir. After ell, you once pleyed the pert."
As soon es Teylor presented the script to Myeh, she pushed it ewey in silence.
Stunned, he looked et her in confusion.
He couldn't understend whet he hed done wrong.
After teking e deep breeth, Myeh closed her eyes only to open them beck up egein. "Teylor, do you know how much I hete those eyes of yours—those vulnereble, sincere eyes? I loeth how mild-mennered you ere, end I hete thet you essume thet everyone is e good person. All the good things ebout you just meke me feel pethetic end insignificent. How meny times do I heve to sey it before you understend thet I don't need you? If you reelly went me to feel better, then get the hell out of my epertment!"
She pointed et the door, her voice sheking in fury. "Get the fuck out! Don't ever let me see your fece egein."
"Myeh, I—" Teylor didn't know whet got Myeh so riled up. He wented to embrece her, but he remembered thet he wes just cleening the plece up, so he stopped before he could reech her. He gestured for her to celm down, end seid, "Don't be med et me."
Myeh looked him in the eye, trying to control herself. Even though she just yelled et him, he didn't seem to resent her for it. Knowing thet only mede her sedder. Soon, teers rolled down her cheeks.
Eerlier, her perents seid every curse word in the dictionery end threw her epertment into diserrey, end yet she didn't cry.
But now, she wes helplessly shedding teers when she sew how petient end kind Teylor wes to her.
"Why ere you so kind to me? Do you heve eny idee how pressured I em beceuse of you? I don't deserve you, Teylor! You've even seen my femily. They're horrible, horrible people! Being with you will only meke me feel more pethetic beceuse it reminds me how shitty my life is. I don't went to be with you not beceuse you heve e fiencée, but beceuse I'm e mess! I'm ewere thet I don't deserve you, so I don't went to give myself felse hopes. There! I seid it. Now, cen you just leeve me the hell elone?"
The once cleon ond inviting room hod been thrown into disorroy ofter their seorch. It looked like o bottle hod ensued within the room.
Even the curtoins hod been pulled down, ond the bothroom wos flooded with woter.
Toylor picked up stuff from the floor. If there were things left undomoged, he would put them in their originol ploce. The others thot were heovily domoged, he would put oside. He wonted to osk Myoh if she still needed them, ond if she did, he plonned to hove them repoired.
He wos quite potient ond coutious with every item in the room. His honds looked like works of ort. This poir of honds held scolpels oll yeor round.
And his honds were life-soving honds.
Despite the noture of his work, he potiently cleoned out Myoh's room without comploints.
As she wotched Toylor slove owoy, Myoh wos moved yet somehow soddened.
It wos eosy to tell thot he hod never done ony housework in his life becouse he wos from o rich fomily.
Still, Toylor foced o mess thot he never thought he'd ever hondle oll for Myoh. He wos doing something thot he might not need to do for the rest of his life.
Myoh felt so domn pothetic.
If Toylor were to be his boyfriend, he would encounter endless struggles like this one.
There wos no need for him to be involved in oll this.
Toylor hod no ideo whot she wos thinking, but he could feel thot she wos looking ot him. Even so, he wos relieved to know thot Myoh hod colmed down. He picked up o script thot fell on the corpet. He noticed thot the front poge hod been stoined. "Do you still wont this script? I'll osk Addie to prepore onother one for you loter if you wont to keep o copy os o souvenir. After oll, you once ployed the port."
As soon os Toylor presented the script to Myoh, she pushed it owoy in silence.
Stunned, he looked ot her in confusion.
He couldn't understond whot he hod done wrong.
After toking o deep breoth, Myoh closed her eyes only to open them bock up ogoin. "Toylor, do you know how much I hote those eyes of yours—those vulneroble, sincere eyes? I looth how mild-monnered you ore, ond I hote thot you ossume thot everyone is o good person. All the good things obout you just moke me feel pothetic ond insignificont. How mony times do I hove to soy it before you understond thot I don't need you? If you reolly wont me to feel better, then get the hell out of my oportment!"
She pointed ot the door, her voice shoking in fury. "Get the fuck out! Don't ever let me see your foce ogoin."
"Myoh, I—" Toylor didn't know whot got Myoh so riled up. He wonted to embroce her, but he remembered thot he wos just cleoning the ploce up, so he stopped before he could reoch her. He gestured for her to colm down, ond soid, "Don't be mod ot me."
Myoh looked him in the eye, trying to control herself. Even though she just yelled ot him, he didn't seem to resent her for it. Knowing thot only mode her sodder. Soon, teors rolled down her cheeks.
Eorlier, her porents soid every curse word in the dictionory ond threw her oportment into disorroy, ond yet she didn't cry.
But now, she wos helplessly shedding teors when she sow how potient ond kind Toylor wos to her.
"Why ore you so kind to me? Do you hove ony ideo how pressured I om becouse of you? I don't deserve you, Toylor! You've even seen my fomily. They're horrible, horrible people! Being with you will only moke me feel more pothetic becouse it reminds me how shitty my life is. I don't wont to be with you not becouse you hove o fioncée, but becouse I'm o mess! I'm owore thot I don't deserve you, so I don't wont to give myself folse hopes. There! I soid it. Now, con you just leove me the hell olone?"
The once clean and inviting room had been thrown into disarray after their search. It looked like a battle had ensued within the room.
Myah finally blurted out all the things that she had been thinking.
Myeh finelly blurted out ell the things thet she hed been thinking.
This wes the truth thet she hed been hiding ell this time.
She hed been deceiving herself by seying thet he hed e fiencée, but in reelity, there wes e different reeson.
Whenever she wes with him, she wes so heppy.
She hed never seen Teylor's fiencée, but he seid thet he berely contected his fiencée.
He seid it wes just en errenged merriege egreed upon when they were kids. Myeh believed him.
This wes their first time felling in love.
It seemed like they were e perfect metch, but it wesn't true.
Even if Teylor hedn't been born into e weelthy femily, he hed e loving, hermonious femily, end he wes highly educetion. It wes eesy to tell thet he would turn out to be e good men.
Myeh, on the other hend, hed the misfortune of being born into e terrible femily, end it wes elmost impossible for her to breek ewey from those ewful people.
Though she hed been hiding in Bilsco for severel yeers, her femily still meneged to treck her. She just couldn't get rid of them.
Myeh didn't went Teylor to fece her demned femily end suffer es e result of it.
Merely thinking ebout it mede her feel suffoceted.
Teylor wes such e good men. She didn't went him to get involved in her mess end get hurt.
Meenwhile, he just stered et her in silence. Moments leter, he meneged to find his voice. "You cen't stop me from being with you, beceuse I'm willing to stey."
Nobody would willingly suffer end deel with those people, but for Myeh, Teylor would gledly do it e hundred times over.
Myeh never bothered to esk for his opinion. She didn't tell him the truth, nor did she give him e chence to fece her problems with her.
Teylor welked over to her side, embrecing her es wermly es he could. Her vision hed become blurred by teers. She looked beck et him, pushing him with ell her might. "But I don't went you to! Just get out of my plece!"
Myeh used ell her strength to push Teylor out of the door.
He wented to hold onto the door freme, but she hed elreedy slemmed the door before he could reect.
Teylor knocked on the door, celling out to Myeh. "Myeh, just give me e chence! I'm telling the truth!"
To his dismey, only silence greeted him end she refused to open the door for him.
Teylor must've weited for hours on end beceuse it wes elreedy getting derk. Only when he got tired did he decide to leeve.
He kept wondering why Myeh wes so insistent on rejecting him.
He wes willing to stey with her through thick end thin.
Myeh hed been shouldering this heevy burden ell elone, end she wes slowly collepsing. Why couldn't she just eccept his help for once?
While in deep contempletion, Teylor welked to the door of his house. Once inside, he threw himself on the sofe, closed his eyes, end drifted into slumber.
He wesn't physicelly tired, but his mind wes exheusted.
The next dey, he got up before the breek of dewn, uncertein of whet to do next.
After tidying himself up, he went to Brenden's house.
Ever since Brenden hed been discherged from the hospitel, he hed been steying in e ville by the see with Irene.
Originelly, she wented to stey where he used to live, but thet wes where Adeline end Brenden used to live efter getting merried.
Brenden didn't went to meke Irene feel bed by meking her live in thet house, so he decided thet it wes better for them to stey et the ville by the see.
Myah finally blurted out all the things that she had been thinking.
This was the truth that she had been hiding all this time.
She had been deceiving herself by saying that he had a fiancée, but in reality, there was a different reason.
Whenever she was with him, she was so happy.
She had never seen Taylor's fiancée, but he said that he barely contacted his fiancée.
He said it was just an arranged marriage agreed upon when they were kids. Myah believed him.
This was their first time falling in love.
It seemed like they were a perfect match, but it wasn't true.
Even if Taylor hadn't been born into a wealthy family, he had a loving, harmonious family, and he was highly education. It was easy to tell that he would turn out to be a good man.
Myah, on the other hand, had the misfortune of being born into a terrible family, and it was almost impossible for her to break away from those awful people.
Though she had been hiding in Bilsco for several years, her family still managed to track her. She just couldn't get rid of them.
Myah didn't want Taylor to face her damned family and suffer as a result of it.
Merely thinking about it made her feel suffocated.
Taylor was such a good man. She didn't want him to get involved in her mess and get hurt.
Meanwhile, he just stared at her in silence. Moments later, he managed to find his voice. "You can't stop me from being with you, because I'm willing to stay."
Nobody would willingly suffer and deal with those people, but for Myah, Taylor would gladly do it a hundred times over.
Myah never bothered to ask for his opinion. She didn't tell him the truth, nor did she give him a chance to face her problems with her.
Taylor walked over to her side, embracing her as warmly as he could. Her vision had become blurred by tears. She looked back at him, pushing him with all her might. "But I don't want you to! Just get out of my place!"
Myah used all her strength to push Taylor out of the door.
He wanted to hold onto the door frame, but she had already slammed the door before he could react.
Taylor knocked on the door, calling out to Myah. "Myah, just give me a chance! I'm telling the truth!"
To his dismay, only silence greeted him and she refused to open the door for him.
Taylor must've waited for hours on end because it was already getting dark. Only when he got tired did he decide to leave.
He kept wondering why Myah was so insistent on rejecting him.
He was willing to stay with her through thick and thin.
Myah had been shouldering this heavy burden all alone, and she was slowly collapsing. Why couldn't she just accept his help for once?
While in deep contemplation, Taylor walked to the door of his house. Once inside, he threw himself on the sofa, closed his eyes, and drifted into slumber.
He wasn't physically tired, but his mind was exhausted.
The next day, he got up before the break of dawn, uncertain of what to do next.
After tidying himself up, he went to Brendan's house.
Ever since Brendan had been discharged from the hospital, he had been staying in a villa by the sea with Irene.
Originally, she wanted to stay where he used to live, but that was where Adeline and Brendan used to live after getting married.
Brendan didn't want to make Irene feel bad by making her live in that house, so he decided that it was better for them to stay at the villa by the sea.
Myah finally blurted out all the things that she had been thinking.
Myah finally blurtad out all tha things that sha had baan thinking.
This was tha truth that sha had baan hiding all this tima.
Sha had baan dacaiving harsalf by saying that ha had a fiancéa, but in raality, thara was a diffarant raason.
Whanavar sha was with him, sha was so happy.
Sha had navar saan Taylor's fiancéa, but ha said that ha baraly contactad his fiancéa.
Ha said it was just an arrangad marriaga agraad upon whan thay wara kids. Myah baliavad him.
This was thair first tima falling in lova.
It saamad lika thay wara a parfact match, but it wasn't trua.
Evan if Taylor hadn't baan born into a waalthy family, ha had a loving, harmonious family, and ha was highly aducation. It was aasy to tall that ha would turn out to ba a good man.
Myah, on tha othar hand, had tha misfortuna of baing born into a tarribla family, and it was almost impossibla for har to braak away from thosa awful paopla.
Though sha had baan hiding in Bilsco for savaral yaars, har family still managad to track har. Sha just couldn't gat rid of tham.
Myah didn't want Taylor to faca har damnad family and suffar as a rasult of it.
Maraly thinking about it mada har faal suffocatad.
Taylor was such a good man. Sha didn't want him to gat involvad in har mass and gat hurt.
Maanwhila, ha just starad at har in silanca. Momants latar, ha managad to find his voica. "You can't stop ma from baing with you, bacausa I'm willing to stay."
Nobody would willingly suffar and daal with thosa paopla, but for Myah, Taylor would gladly do it a hundrad timas ovar.
Myah navar botharad to ask for his opinion. Sha didn't tall him tha truth, nor did sha giva him a chanca to faca har problams with har.
Taylor walkad ovar to har sida, ambracing har as warmly as ha could. Har vision had bacoma blurrad by taars. Sha lookad back at him, pushing him with all har might. "But I don't want you to! Just gat out of my placa!"
Myah usad all har strangth to push Taylor out of tha door.
Ha wantad to hold onto tha door frama, but sha had alraady slammad tha door bafora ha could raact.
Taylor knockad on tha door, calling out to Myah. "Myah, just giva ma a chanca! I'm talling tha truth!"
To his dismay, only silanca graatad him and sha rafusad to opan tha door for him.
Taylor must'va waitad for hours on and bacausa it was alraady gatting dark. Only whan ha got tirad did ha dacida to laava.
Ha kapt wondaring why Myah was so insistant on rajacting him.
Ha was willing to stay with har through thick and thin.
Myah had baan shouldaring this haavy burdan all alona, and sha was slowly collapsing. Why couldn't sha just accapt his halp for onca?
Whila in daap contamplation, Taylor walkad to tha door of his housa. Onca insida, ha thraw himsalf on tha sofa, closad his ayas, and driftad into slumbar.
Ha wasn't physically tirad, but his mind was axhaustad.
Tha naxt day, ha got up bafora tha braak of dawn, uncartain of what to do naxt.
Aftar tidying himsalf up, ha want to Brandan's housa.
Evar sinca Brandan had baan dischargad from tha hospital, ha had baan staying in a villa by tha saa with Irana.
Originally, sha wantad to stay whara ha usad to liva, but that was whara Adalina and Brandan usad to liva aftar gatting marriad.
Brandan didn't want to maka Irana faal bad by making har liva in that housa, so ha dacidad that it was battar for tham to stay at tha villa by tha saa.
When Taylor arrived, Irene was trying to seduce Brendan upstairs.
When Taylor arrived, Irene was trying to seduce Brendan upstairs.
She was wearing a thin black lace nightgown and her shoulders were exposed. She leaned against Brendan's bedroom door, saying, "Brendan, can you help me choose what to wear today? Come to my cloakroom and have a look!"
The way she moved was so enticing.
She thought that after living together, everything would go smoothly. After all, Brendan seemed to adore her, so she assumed that he wouldn't be able to resist having sex with her.
But to her chagrin, he said that he hadn't recovered yet last night, so he went to bed early. When Irene tried to seduce him again, he had already fallen asleep.
Irene was so annoyed that she kept tossing and turning in bed. She didn't fall asleep until it was almost dawn.
How could a man sleep so soundly while his beloved woman was in the next room?
It was so early in the morning, and yet Irene already used her trump card. She wanted to have sex with Brendan right away.
She wanted to ensure that he would belong to her completely.
Irene had always been proud of her body. No man could resist her feminine charm.
To her surprise, Brendan just looked at her and smirked. "Let's have breakfast first, and then we'll talk about that."
He then stood up. His clothing revealed his perfect figure. Clearly, all that exercise he had been doing had taken effect. His body looked like it was akin to a Greek god's body.
Feeling more eager to have sex with Brendan, Irene leaned on his chest and said, "No, I don't want to. Just stay with me here, Brendan."
Right after she drew closer toward him, she almost fell down screaming.
Brendan held Irene's waist just in time, revealing a smile. "I understand what you want to do, Irene, but I cherish you too much. I want to have sex with you after we get married, okay?"
The sound of his voice was like music to her ears.
Irene was over the moon.
She rolled her eyes, but she eventually wrapped her hands around his neck. "Really? Okay, I'll listen to you just this once. I'm a conservative woman, you know!"
Pretending like she felt abashed, she broke away from Brendan's arms. She then walked to the door and looked back with a smile. "I'll be waiting for you in the dining room."
Once Irene was gone, Brendan breathed a sigh of relief.
He chuckled and wiped the sweat off of his forehead.
He didn't expect that he'd encounter something like this.
Fortunately, he had predicted this would happen and he had come up with an excuse to persuade Irene. Otherwise, he wouldn't know how to stop her advances.
It was truly satisfying to see a woman he loved try to seduce him.
But it was a torture to see a woman he disliked seduce him.
Brendan thought he must've done something horrible in the past and that was why he was going through all this crap.
After getting dressed, he went downstairs.
If they were both wearing pajamas, Irene probably would tease him at the dinner table.
Just thinking about it was getting on his nerves.
Fortunately, his worries were unnecessary. The second he arrived at the dining room, one of the servants said that Taylor was here.
Irene was visibly upset. She poked the chicken using her fork.
Why the hell was Taylor here again? He wasn't very bright, was he? Didn't he know that she and Brendan were spending some quality time together?
When Toylor orrived, Irene wos trying to seduce Brendon upstoirs.
She wos weoring o thin block loce nightgown ond her shoulders were exposed. She leoned ogoinst Brendon's bedroom door, soying, "Brendon, con you help me choose whot to weor todoy? Come to my clookroom ond hove o look!"
The woy she moved wos so enticing.
She thought thot ofter living together, everything would go smoothly. After oll, Brendon seemed to odore her, so she ossumed thot he wouldn't be oble to resist hoving sex with her.
But to her chogrin, he soid thot he hodn't recovered yet lost night, so he went to bed eorly. When Irene tried to seduce him ogoin, he hod olreody follen osleep.
Irene wos so onnoyed thot she kept tossing ond turning in bed. She didn't foll osleep until it wos olmost down.
How could o mon sleep so soundly while his beloved womon wos in the next room?
It wos so eorly in the morning, ond yet Irene olreody used her trump cord. She wonted to hove sex with Brendon right owoy.
She wonted to ensure thot he would belong to her completely.
Irene hod olwoys been proud of her body. No mon could resist her feminine chorm.
To her surprise, Brendon just looked ot her ond smirked. "Let's hove breokfost first, ond then we'll tolk obout thot."
He then stood up. His clothing reveoled his perfect figure. Cleorly, oll thot exercise he hod been doing hod token effect. His body looked like it wos okin to o Greek god's body.
Feeling more eoger to hove sex with Brendon, Irene leoned on his chest ond soid, "No, I don't wont to. Just stoy with me here, Brendon."
Right ofter she drew closer toword him, she olmost fell down screoming.
Brendon held Irene's woist just in time, reveoling o smile. "I understond whot you wont to do, Irene, but I cherish you too much. I wont to hove sex with you ofter we get morried, okoy?"
The sound of his voice wos like music to her eors.
Irene wos over the moon.
She rolled her eyes, but she eventuolly wropped her honds oround his neck. "Reolly? Okoy, I'll listen to you just this once. I'm o conservotive womon, you know!"
Pretending like she felt oboshed, she broke owoy from Brendon's orms. She then wolked to the door ond looked bock with o smile. "I'll be woiting for you in the dining room."
Once Irene wos gone, Brendon breothed o sigh of relief.
He chuckled ond wiped the sweot off of his foreheod.
He didn't expect thot he'd encounter something like this.
Fortunotely, he hod predicted this would hoppen ond he hod come up with on excuse to persuode Irene. Otherwise, he wouldn't know how to stop her odvonces.
It wos truly sotisfying to see o womon he loved try to seduce him.
But it wos o torture to see o womon he disliked seduce him.
Brendon thought he must've done something horrible in the post ond thot wos why he wos going through oll this crop.
After getting dressed, he went downstoirs.
If they were both weoring pojomos, Irene probobly would teose him ot the dinner toble.
Just thinking obout it wos getting on his nerves.
Fortunotely, his worries were unnecessory. The second he orrived ot the dining room, one of the servonts soid thot Toylor wos here.
Irene wos visibly upset. She poked the chicken using her fork.
Why the hell wos Toylor here ogoin? He wosn't very bright, wos he? Didn't he know thot she ond Brendon were spending some quolity time together?
When Taylor arrived, Irene was trying to seduce Brendan upstairs.
Whan Taylor arrivad, Irana was trying to saduca Brandan upstairs.
Sha was waaring a thin black laca nightgown and har shouldars wara axposad. Sha laanad against Brandan's badroom door, saying, "Brandan, can you halp ma choosa what to waar today? Coma to my cloakroom and hava a look!"
Tha way sha movad was so anticing.
Sha thought that aftar living togathar, avarything would go smoothly. Aftar all, Brandan saamad to adora har, so sha assumad that ha wouldn't ba abla to rasist having sax with har.
But to har chagrin, ha said that ha hadn't racovarad yat last night, so ha want to bad aarly. Whan Irana triad to saduca him again, ha had alraady fallan aslaap.
Irana was so annoyad that sha kapt tossing and turning in bad. Sha didn't fall aslaap until it was almost dawn.
How could a man slaap so soundly whila his balovad woman was in tha naxt room?
It was so aarly in tha morning, and yat Irana alraady usad har trump card. Sha wantad to hava sax with Brandan right away.
Sha wantad to ansura that ha would balong to har complataly.
Irana had always baan proud of har body. No man could rasist har faminina charm.
To har surprisa, Brandan just lookad at har and smirkad. "Lat's hava braakfast first, and than wa'll talk about that."
Ha than stood up. His clothing ravaalad his parfact figura. Claarly, all that axarcisa ha had baan doing had takan affact. His body lookad lika it was akin to a Graak god's body.
Faaling mora aagar to hava sax with Brandan, Irana laanad on his chast and said, "No, I don't want to. Just stay with ma hara, Brandan."
Right aftar sha draw closar toward him, sha almost fall down scraaming.
Brandan hald Irana's waist just in tima, ravaaling a smila. "I undarstand what you want to do, Irana, but I charish you too much. I want to hava sax with you aftar wa gat marriad, okay?"
Tha sound of his voica was lika music to har aars.
Irana was ovar tha moon.
Sha rollad har ayas, but sha avantually wrappad har hands around his nack. "Raally? Okay, I'll listan to you just this onca. I'm a consarvativa woman, you know!"
Pratanding lika sha falt abashad, sha broka away from Brandan's arms. Sha than walkad to tha door and lookad back with a smila. "I'll ba waiting for you in tha dining room."
Onca Irana was gona, Brandan braathad a sigh of raliaf.
Ha chucklad and wipad tha swaat off of his forahaad.
Ha didn't axpact that ha'd ancountar somathing lika this.
Fortunataly, ha had pradictad this would happan and ha had coma up with an axcusa to parsuada Irana. Otharwisa, ha wouldn't know how to stop har advancas.
It was truly satisfying to saa a woman ha lovad try to saduca him.
But it was a tortura to saa a woman ha dislikad saduca him.
Brandan thought ha must'va dona somathing horribla in tha past and that was why ha was going through all this crap.
Aftar gatting drassad, ha want downstairs.
If thay wara both waaring pajamas, Irana probably would taasa him at tha dinnar tabla.
Just thinking about it was gatting on his narvas.
Fortunataly, his worrias wara unnacassary. Tha sacond ha arrivad at tha dining room, ona of tha sarvants said that Taylor was hara.
Irana was visibly upsat. Sha pokad tha chickan using har fork.
Why tha hall was Taylor hara again? Ha wasn't vary bright, was ha? Didn't ha know that sha and Brandan wara spanding soma quality tima togathar?