Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

“Forget it.” Blanca Roach’s voice was a little gagged, “Just never touch her again.”

The last sentence is not only to her, but also to remind Matthew Grant, how attractive he is, he does not have points himself, do not touch Adriana again, otherwise, she will be jealous.

The consequences are serious.

Her puffed up look, and Alice exactly the same.

Matthew Grant really liked the way she was so cute that he couldn’t help but put her on the tip of his heart and spoil her.

“Good.”

He promised Blanca Roach that he would keep his distance from Adriana.

In fact, he didn’t think it was necessary to go to that much trouble, it would be easiest to get Curtis Irwin to switch his contract, but Blanca wanted to do it, so he listened.

Matthew Grant smiled softly, now that they were done, it was time to get down to business.

Blanca Roach blinked and before she could say anything, she felt her covers being jerked off.

The other man’s long arms reached out and brought her body into his arms.

Matthew Grant gave her a light peck at the corner of her lips and didn’t move.

Blanca Roach looked puzzled and then heard him say, “Blanca, you’re done, it’s time to help me.”

He had an ambiguous look in his eyes that Blanca Roach didn’t understand at first, until she sensed something different about Matthew Grant.

Blanca Roach immediately blushed, heat rising to her head, and said through clenched teeth, “Matthew Grant, it’s still daytime! You have nasty thoughts!”

Matthew Grant’s hand fell on her dress: “Nasty? I don’t think I can live up to the title you purposely gave me.”

Fingers twisting open the buttons, Matthew Grant’s hand went to her back and unbuttoned it with ease.

Blanca Roach was still hesitating when she heard him say, “Relax, I won’t go too far, just …”

Matthew Grant’s hands were beginning to sweat, his palms were moist.

The bridge of his high nose was also sweating, and he was biting his lip in a forbidding and seductive way.

Brushing his fingers through Blanca Roach’s hair, Matthew Grant continued, “Just being in my arms and not doing anything, I can’t do it.”

Matthew Grant is in complete control of the main stage, in a measured manner, and does not cross the last step.

But this makes it even more torturous.

Blanca Roach bites her lip and tries to pull his hand, but his hand is so flexible that he can’t pull it.

Blanca Roach could only be passive, guided by Matthew Grant’s hand.

After a long time, Matthew Grant’s hand finally stopped moving.

He asked Blanca Roach, “Are you comfortable?”

Blanca Roach pursed her lips and didn’t say anything, her cheeks rolling with heat.

She didn’t have to say anything, Matthew Grant knew the answer.

Only she wasn’t the only one tormented, Matthew Grant squeezed her hand and whispered in her ear, “You use your hand too … Help me, okay?”

After that it was utter chaos, Blanca Roach was muddled, as if drained of her soul.

Matthew Grant was calm and collected, only lowering his voice to a muffled grunt when the final tipping point came.

He reached for the tissues on the bedside table, cleaned them carefully, and finally contentedly hugged Blanca Roach and kissed her warm cheek.

And Blanca Roach slept until dark, waking up fresh, as if Matthew Grant had cleaned her up.

Blanca Roach grunted twice, so he had a conscience.

Then the indescribable image came back to her, Blanca Roach covered her face in shame, Matthew Grant is still so hateful!

She had to talk to him, he was not ashamed of himself in the middle of the day!

When she reached the living room downstairs, Blanca Roach saw Matthew Grant sitting at the dining room table, working.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

As a result of just one look at him, her legs went weak, and she wanted to turn back immediately and run back upstairs to hold it in.

Can’t stand it, can’t stand it.

Matthew Grant now changed into a black shirt, put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, expressionless tapping on the keyboard, the cold light of the computer screen reflected on his face, making him look completely cold and ascetic, but also extra compelling.

Matthew Grant again seems to have encountered some problem, one hand propped up the chin, index finger gently tapping his thin lips, while the throat knot on the neck slightly twitched.

This is too much to kill!