Bella felt that he was somewhat annoyed or angry. But she didn't know why. Maybe he didn't fell asleep or maybe got up too early in the morning.

"It's not for the first time that I shared the same room with you. I trusted you." Bella said politely.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and his eyes deepened. "Trust me about what?" He was aggressive, and the inexplicable pressure was overwhelming her.

"Are you sick?" Bella touched his forehead.

He grasped her wrist. The palm of his hand was as hot as a flame. He also felt ill. In the same room, he had to resist her. He was not a saint. All of a sudden, the pressure rose which overcame his sense of reasoning. He pulled her closer hold the back of her head and kissed her.

His lips were hot.

A fresh odor of toothpaste plunged into her nose, lips, and mouth and to her heart and lungs.

Bella's brain was blank.

He put his tongue in. Devour her natural sweetness. The lips and teeth were compatible with her provoking and sucking her fragrant tongue. There was a ferocious urge.

Bella felt soon she will become breathless. She was gasping.

His breath was getting heavier and heavier.

Bella's frightened eyes turned red.

She almost forgot James Grayson's thoughts about her were not simple. She was so mad that she slept in the same room with him. She pushed his chest.

He held her hands.

On the contrary, the temperature of his body was getting higher and neither cold water nor hot water could help.

Her hands trembled.

"No, no." She protested and looked in his eyes.

His eyes grew more and more blurred.

The more she resisted, the more he wanted her.

His palm stretched out of her clothes crossed her waist and went up. She shivered by his touch. She had not been touched like this and she felt humiliated. She felt dizziness, weakness in the legs and feet.

He hugged her around the waist and there was no distance in between them. His fingers unbuttoned the buckle from her back and followed the belt to the front.

The hot palm temperature touched her skin and seemed to ignite her body. A series of strange currents swept through her delicate body. Strange numbness leads to a different feeling.

"No." Bella resisted, her voice trembled.

Her resistance was useless. He kissed her on the neck and pulled her clothes to her waist. The hot lips fell on her shoulder. The breathing heat fell on her.

"James doesn't..." She shivered with fear. "People call it..."

Her voice was low and her eyes were misty.

"What?" He asked, his eyes were burning.

It was hard to tell him.

"Love... affair." He went on and said, held her hip and pressed them hard.

She felt some heat in herself.

"Felt it?" James Grayson asked. Hoarse voice resolute face, a pair of hot eyes tightly looked at her.

Her face turned red. "It's wrong for us to do that. I'm married."

His eyes tightened instantly, his eyebrows tightened, and there was no expression on his resolute face.

"I like a woman. I don't care who she is, whether she is married or not, have children or not. All I know is that. I want you!"

She felt that her heart was beating fast, and she couldn't breathe and her brain couldn't think.

Is he confessing?

In a trance, James Grayson carried her to bed. Her back was cold and she regained her sanity. She put her hand on James Grayson's hot chest. His eyes were deep which made her fell in.

If she has no reason now, what about tomorrow, the day after tomorrow and the future? The passion for this thing between men and women is just temporary, which cannot solve anything and bring nothing.

"James, no." Bella almost requested.

"I will be responsible for you." He said hoarsely, held her hand and takedown to his abdomen.

She shivered slightly. It was in her palm, swelling rapidly. She was frightened to withdraw her hand.

He pressed her hand, so she cannot withdraw her hand.

"The size you bought last time doesn't suit." He was horny. He bowed his head and kissed her.

"James Grayson, no. We don't know each other," she screamed anxiously.

His body was startled, his dim eyes were covered with an invisible color, and his anger changed into confusion. "You say, we are not familiar?"

She was a little distressed. She lowered her eyes and tears flowed from her eyes.

He understood that she did not want to. The temperature in his eyes cooled down. He released her and stood up.

"Sorry, I was abrupt. We are really unfamiliar. If you don't want to see me in the future, I will disappear completely from your life." James Grayson said coldly.

He turned and went into the bathroom again.

Bella felt uncomfortable and watched his cold and arrogant figure disappeared. She hugged herself and hides her face in her knees. In fact, she did not hate him. But she was still a married woman. She doesn't want to be like David Wilson.

James Grayson came out of the bathroom and recovered his old cold behavior.

He went straight to the sofa, indifferently arranged his clothes and did not look at her again.

"James," Bella shouted.

He packed his things quietly. Much quiet than ever.

She did not know what to say. She just looked at him.

He tidied up his things and looked at her affectionately. "I'm waiting for you downstairs." After that, he turned around and left the room.

Bella got out of bed, washed her face and went to the lobby on the first floor.

James Grayson had stopped a taxi for her.

"Get in the car." He said ruthlessly while opening the back door.

Bella passed him and got into the car.

"James Grayson." Bella cried and looked at him with red eyes. "I don't want to be a stranger with you."

James Grayson was shocked. He held Bella and hurried towards the parking lot. He threw her in front of his car door, put his hand on the side of her head and looked at her with a keen and serious eye. "Tell me, do you want to have a love affair with me?"

"No!" She just thought of this answer.

"You wanted me to like you?" James Grayson asked, not giving her any space.

If it's just, he likes her and she does not like him. Then he will feel very tired. The kind of person who loves a person who doesn't love himself nor loves him back made others feel exhausted. If she doesn't love him. She shouldn't let him love her.

She shook her head. Now she has no ability to love anyone.

James Grayson's eyes dimmed.

"If there is nothing, it's better to not meet again." He released his hand, opened the door and sits in the car.

"Can't we be friends?" Bella asked.

"I don't friendship with women." James Grayson looked at her. "I'll give you the last chance to be my woman or to never meet?"