You Are My One and Only

Chapter 265

The next second, Patricia felt mortified, her face flushed as crimson as the lip she was biting. She didn't know what had gotten into her, stunned at the fact that she wanted to take this a step further with him.

At that, Isaac carried her up and strode upstairs. His lips never left her the whole time, and wherever they landed, it tingled her. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

She felt incredibly uncomfortable. She didn't understand why her body would react like this; it just did.

After throwing her onto a massive, soft bed, Isaac stripped himself naked, then went on top of her.

All Patricia had left was a bodycon skirt at this point. "This skirt suits you well," he cooed as he caressed the area.

He had imagined doing this to her when he looked at her perfect little *ss in the office every day, and at last, he finally got what he wanted this day.

Patricia, on the other hand, couldn't hear what he was saying at this point, just making skin-to-skin contact with closed eyes as she reflexively moved to his rhythm, all until she became one with him. "It hurts…" She winced in pain as she grabbed his shoulder.

"Relax, baby. Loosen up," he cooed. However, the young woman didn't know how to do so, remaining as stiff as a log.

Isaac tried to move, but she had practically clamped him in. Thus, he moved to kiss her lips, hoping she would relax a little and distract her from the alien sensation.

But lo and behold, a knock came at the door.

"Mommy, open the door… Mommy…"

"Tricia… Mr. Handsome…"

The triplet's voices brought Patricia back to reality, and she opened her eyes in a panic. It had just hit her that they were still in the next mansion, waiting for her to return with produce. What time is it now? They must be starving.

At that, she tried to shove Isaac away. "Isaac, get out. Get out of me."

Isaac furrowed his brows upsettingly, feeling unbearable. He swore he would die if he pulled out at this time, so he bit her lip. "No, baby. I don't want to."

Then, he began kissing her. Patricia closed her eyes and savored it for a split second before shooting her eyes wide open, shoving him away, and yanking the covers to cover herself up.

Her face was redder than blood, and her eyes were misty.

"I'm sorry, Isaac! Next time, please? Okay?" She wouldn't be shy about this anymore when they had already arrived at this step. Next time, I promise. I'll do it with you next time.

Isaac glared frustratingly at her in response. I swear this woman is going to be the death of me.

He pursed his lips tightly before grumbling, "Remember what you owe me."

He got out of bed, and Patricia hurriedly closed her eyes, not daring to look.

It wasn't until she heard the raining water in the bathroom that she frantically got out of bed and got dressed as she made her way to the kitchen. After grabbing the vegetables, she rushed toward the main door, fixing her hair as she went while patting her face every now and then.

Look at you, Patricia Aniston, you can really forget all about your children once you have gotten yourself a man! Look at how late it already is! Do you want to starve them?!

Panic was still laced in her eyes when she opened the door. "You guys are hungry, aren't you?"

To that, Sylvie pouted. "What were you doing with Mr. Handsome in there, Tricia? We're famished."

"Mr. Arnold has some last-minute work to do." Patricia chuckled awkwardly. "And I'm his assistant, so I naturally have to help him up. We took a bit of time to sort everything out. Sorry!"

With that, she took a gander upstairs and found Isaac's room with pinpoint accuracy, only to find him standing at the window with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

His raven-back eyes made her scalp tingle. We've just—

She coughed at once, forcing herself to stop recalling the hot, desire-driven moment.

"Let's go back!" She immediately withdrew her gaze and urged the kids to return to their mansion.

However, Sylvie took a gander upstairs. "What about Mr. Handsome? Will he be joining us for dinner?"

"He will." Patricia smiled. "He's still in a meeting, and he'll join us as soon as he's done. We'll go back home first."

Hearing that, Sylvie jumped with joy. "Yay! It's been days since I last saw Mr. Handsome! He seems to have gotten even more handsome, don't you think, Tricia? He's handsome, isn't he?"

"Yeah, very!" Patricia couldn't help echoing as she recalled the man from moments ago.