Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

Chapter 39

Compared to my heart, my body gives him a more honest response.

He's very satisfied with my reaction because he becomes slow and gentle.

He seems to know my sensitivities better than I do. I shouldn't be thinking about Callen right now, but Harrison is so much better than him.

The point is, I'm not completely naked right now. My clothes are a little messy, but they're still on me.

He gasps for breath, and I've been possessed by lust. He hasn't p*netrated me yet, but he's gotten me out of control.

"We don't have time today." He holds his forehead against mine, trying to calm himself down.

I look at him and can not say a word. I just feel tears coming out of the corners of my eyes. He kisses them in silence.

Two hours later, Harrison and I are in front of a hotel. He opens the car door for me, and I take his arm.

On the way in, he says in a voice that only the

two of us can hear, "Next time, there'll be no interruptions."

"Stop it." Wearing high heels, I almost sprain my ankle.

I didn't realize that borderline sex was just my punishment. He had decided to bring me here before.

If I had known this, I would have arrived at his place earlier. One minute we're making out, the next we're in a meeting!

It's a meeting, but it looks like a party with much less people.

Every man has a woman with him, and women who look to be in their 30s or 40s have young men with them. It's interesting but not weird. After all, it's not surprising what happens in the world of the rich.

As if sensing that I'm looking elsewhere, Harrison says in a low voice, "Enough. They're not with their spouse."

"What do you mean?" I am confused.

He glances at me. "What we have can happen to anyone."

"I'm with you because you helped me. Not everyone is like me. What if they'e really in love?"

I just can't stand the way this guy is so sure of everything.

Just as we are talking, the woman I saw just now walks towards us.

She looks at me up and down and asks Harrison, "Is this your new girlfriend? The one you took to the banquet?"

"Yes."

The woman snorts and pulls the man beside her. "It's all over the news about you two. I thought you'd be bored soon. It's like me and my date might not even know each other after a few days."

"She's fine." Harrison is expressionless.

They are talking about me, but this woman didn't say a word to me from beginning to end. I smile to her but she just ignores me.

I guess the problem with rich people is arrogance.

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"She's not who you are, so she doesn't feel the need to say hello."

"She's just richer than me. But since she's here, why does she still have to be so arrogant?" I'm extremely dissatisfied.

Harrison's saying that this woman ignored me because of my low status. It's really hurtful!

He says lightly, "People with money and power don't care about other people."

That hit me right in the head. Yeah, why can't I remember that?

I become listless. Harrison's attending the meeting and I was left alone in the hall. Before he left, he told me to stay put.

I didn't take his warning to heart. I'm nearly 30 years old and I'm sure I won't get lost. What's more, I'm not a troublemaker.

An hour later, the meeting is still not over. The buffet filled me up, and now I just want to lie in bed at home.

I have no idea why Harrison brought me here. Is it because he needs a date? But there're plenty of women who want to be his date, right?

Maybe he just didn't bother to call another woman. I scratch my neck and suddenly think of something. The next, I jump up from the couch, which startles everyone around me. Then, I run into the bathroom with an apologetic smile.

Seeing the hickeys on my neck in the mirror, I'm totally freaking out. No wonder that woman kept sizing me up. I thought she was curious about me, but she was just looking at the hickeys!

Harrison's a monster! Is he addicted to giving me hickeys? Doesn't he know I still need to work tomorrow?

I'm really anxious and scratch my neck from time to time. After a while, I find the hickeys get bigger after I scratched them.

My constitution makes it easy for my body to leave marks. Now, those bigger hickeys are like an allergic flush. I'm quite satisfied with it.

After checking it in the mirror several times, I leave the bathroom.

On my way back, I have an idea of how I was going to talk to Harrison later. I have to stop him from doing it again. These hickeys he left have affected my work and social life!

"Baby, you're finally out."

Someone suddenly hugs me from behind.

I scream and struggle to break free, but this man is so strong. In the end, I lower my head and bite his hand hard. He can't stand the pain and finally lets go of me.

My mouth smells like blood. "Son of a b*tch!"

The man is the date of the woman Harrison had been talking to. Looks like that woman doesn't have the best taste.

"B*tch, how dare you bite me?" The man looks at his hand and angrily scolds me. Then he says, "Stop acting. Shouldn't you be flattered that I want to bang you?"