My heart warmed, knowing that he was really thinking about me, and if I wanted to go, he would prepare a dress for me.

If I didn't want to go, that was fine.

"Thank you, I, I will not go." I appreciated his consideration, and I didn't want to trouble him.

Soon the waiter put the clothes on and pulled out the shelf.

From this series of activities, I realized that the business trip should be very important to Sean.

I would rather stay in my room.

Sean didn't force me, "You decide for yourself, you can do anything. You don't have to think you're giving me trouble."

He went to the room to change clothes, and I looked at his back with a delicate mind.

Thinking about the wedding night.

He pressed me underneath and said that I was not worthy of being his bitch. This was how he treated me now.

"Knock."

There was a knock on the door, and I was about to call Sean, and I heard Eric outside. "President, the car is ready."

"He's changing clothes, please wait."

I was wearing a bathrobe and couldn't open the door, so I hurried in and called Sean.

The man had already put on the coat at this time, and when he saw me, he pressed my mask with his fingers and kissed on my lips, saying, "Wait for me to come back."

After he had spoken, he went out.

I took a convenient suit from the dressing room and put it on and sat down in front of the dresser.

The dresser and bathroom in this room are very large. I sat there, took off my mask, and quietly looked at my distorted face in the mirror.

If you covered my left face, everything was fine.

If you covered my right face, the left face was just a bit ugly.

But when the faces on both sides were displayed at the same time, the effect of one plus one was greater than two.

It was particularly ugly, hideous!

How can I accompany Sean to a banquet like this?

Suddenly I thought the thoughts that had just come out of my head were stupid and ridiculous.

I got up, picked up sketchbooks and watercolors, and sat in front of the large French window, and started drawing.

I had not picked up the brush for a long time, this time, I found that I have never forgotten my skills. I had a deep love for painting.

I sat at the window and kept painting, one after another.

From daylight to sunset.

It was not until my stomach growled that I realized I had not eaten for a day.

I didn't want to go out and just called room service.

In the evening, Sean came back at about 11 o'clock. When the man pushed in the door, the smell of smoke, wine, and the fragrance of woman's strong perfume came.

I crinkled and asked, "Where have you been?"

"Socializing."

Sean saw me, loosened his tie, hugged me directly, pressed my mask, and kissed me, "Baby, I miss you all day."

When he kissed me, the smell of alcohol spread in my mouth, and I could feel he drank a lot.

And, of course, perfume.

I didn't know much about perfume, and I can tell that it is the smell of perfume from different women.

So I pushed him away, "Okay, go take a shower, you smell so bad."

"Then you accompany me to take a shower."

Sean didn't seem to notice my displeasure, so he took me to the bathroom.

There was a huge square bathtub in the room and there was no water in it.

Sean was really drunk. He just held me in his arms and sat in there. I screamed.

The man didn't care. He sat in and reached out to open the faucet next to him, and the warm water flowed out of the faucet.

Sean sat, and I sat on him. The warm water drowned my knees, and the water in the bathtub became a little full until my clothes were completely wet with water.

"Your clothes..."

Sean's clothes were all hand-made, and they were not supposed to touch water.

"Come on." The man clamped my chin and kissed me indulgently. It seemed that he had no mood to care what clothes, what price ...

Maybe he found that I really distressed his clothes too much, and the man pushed me away, spreading his arms, "If you mind, then help me take off."

Sean's trousers were all wet and his clothes were half wet. I knew it was no use taking them off, but I still help him take them off.

I can't save his pants, so I'll take off his shirt first.

Then I wanted to untie the belt.

But I tried hard to untie his belt for a long time. Although the water temperature was hot, the massage function of the bath was turned on, and the water column impacted my hand, but I could also feel that something harder and hotter than the water column was touching my hand......

Sean saw me as clumsy. He was already impatient, and then hugged me directly and started the next step himself.

Without waiting to take off completely, the man held my waist directly and let me sit up ...

By this time, the bath water had reached my waist, the man held me, kissed me, murmuring, "Baby, I miss you all day today. Will you go with me tomorrow, or ... go with me at night, and I find that my addiction to you has never been quit before and now."

"I, I will wait for you at home."

I was sober.

Especially now I was facing the window, as long as I look up, I can saw my face, although Sean didn't seem to mind my face.

But I did mind.

"I do not mind. No one will." Sean held my waist and led me move.

"I will wait for you at home."

No matter how much I sank into sex at this time, I was sober in this matter.

Sean and I had sex from the bathtub to the bed. Sean seemed to have endless strength this time and fucked me all the time.

When I woke up the next morning, Sean was gone.

I was left alone in the empty room.

Only the clutter of the house proved our madness of last night.

This day is the same as yesterday.

It was just that the place I painted changed.

In the evening, I had dinner. The room service people insinuated whether she can clean the room. I thought of the messy room inside, I hesitated and agreed.

Then ten waiters came in at once.

They started cleaning each corner of the room.

I stood there, just like the superfluous one. In the end, I changed my clothes and took my room card and bag downstairs.

I wore a mask, sunglasses and I kept myself covered.

I walked in the hall and even heard someone pointing at me and saying, "Won't that person be a star?"

I had never been to the Carson City, and I did not know where I was going.

But I didn't worry about losing myself.

Because our hotel was the brightest building in the area.

When I walked through an intersection, I saw a man pulling a woman's hair in front and dragging her into the alley!

Amanda?

That graceful figure, even if it was night, I also recognized her.