A Night of Desire

Chapter 216 - 213: Errand Girl, Beast Brother

River Sterling had told him that to make a woman unable to leave a man, you had to satisfy her completely, from every possible angle. As long as you took good care of her in bed, she would never, ever leave you.

’Then he would satisfy her. Satisfy her so completely she’d never want to leave!’

Even though he’d promised he wouldn’t truly take her before the three-month period was up, he had other ways to give her pleasure, to satisfy her, to make her never want to leave him.

...

In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight stubbornly pierced through the heavy curtains, shining into the room. It was faint, yet bright.

Clara Grant slowly stirred awake. She stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment before remembering she was lying in Seth Quinn’s large bed.

She sat up with a jolt and looked to the other side of the bed. It was empty; Seth Quinn was gone.

She breathed a sigh of relief. The thought that she was going to see Cherie today made her restless, and she shifted, about to get out of bed.

Only to find that her legs were sore and weak. Her mind couldn’t help but drift back to the night before...

She finally understood what Seth Quinn meant last night when he’d whispered in her ear, "I’ll give you pleasure."

She’d never known that a man and a woman could achieve such exquisite satisfaction without having intercourse.

She had resisted at first, but when he kissed her without giving her a chance to protest, she immediately melted like a puddle of water, losing all strength to fight back.

After that, for almost the entire night, he worked hard to "please" her, until she finally couldn’t take it anymore and passed out.

She didn’t understand. He had been the one in control the whole time, yet she felt as if she was the one who had fought a battle, leaving her completely exhausted.

At the thought, Clara Grant bit her lower lip and pulled the blanket over her face.

But even hidden, she couldn’t stop the thoughts from racing.

’Then again, for a man like Seth Quinn to service me like that, all while suppressing his own powerful lust... he was supposed to just use me as an outlet, but he still kept his promise and didn’t actually sleep with me.’

’For him to do that... maybe, just maybe, he cares about me a little bit?’

’But would he, really?’

...

After a long while, Clara Grant finally lifted her head from under the covers and checked the time. Seven in the morning.

She rolled out of bed, grabbed the bags of clothes, and took out the few outfits to look them over. Thankfully, their style wasn’t as revealing as the nightgown and lingerie had been.

She picked one at random and went into the bathroom.

On the bathroom counter, an unopened woman’s toothbrush had appeared at some point. She wondered if Seth Quinn had prepared it for her.

’But whatever. I’ll just use it.’

She unwrapped it, brushed her teeth, washed her face, then changed into the clothes and went downstairs.

The entire apartment was quiet. Clara Grant searched all over but couldn’t find a trace of Seth Quinn. She tried calling his name a few times, but no one answered.

Clara Grant frowned and turned to go back upstairs. She took out her phone and called Seth Quinn’s number. The call went through, but the ringtone sounded from inside the bedroom.

Clara Grant listened closely and found Seth Quinn’s phone on the bay window.

Deflated, she was about to hang up when she froze, her eyes fixed on the name flashing on his screen.

’Gofer Girl?’

’Hah, he actually called me Gofer Girl! How arrogant and disrespectful!’

’That makes him "Beast Bro," then!’

Thinking this, Clara Grant casually changed the contact name she had for Seth Quinn on her own phone to "Beast Bro."

She didn’t notice in the slightest that by becoming "Bro" and "Girl," their nicknames for each other had taken on an ambiguously intimate tone.