Room for You
Chapter 113

Chapter 113

As Elliot stared at Anastasia’s long, messy hair that hung from the edgeof the pillow, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes a little. He was like asilent, predatory beast that was inching closer toward its prey.Meanwhile, the woman-his prey-didn't realize a thing as he sat downby the edge of the bed and watched her sleeping soundly. Her perkyred lips made her appear especially seductive.

When he saw a clump of hair covering her eyes, he instinctively reachedover to brush her hair aside. However, the moment he touched herface, the girl let out a mumble-she was talking in her sleep. All of asudden, she held onto his large palm. “Stop messing around, Jared. Letyour mommy sleep for a bit,” she muttered.

Elliot's eyes widened a little. Does she think I'm her son right now?Soon enough, the woman wrapped her hands around Elliot's armbefore rubbing her face against it. It was almost as if she were rubbingher face against Jared's head. Elliot had no choice but to lean closerand play along so that she wouldn't wake up.

He shifted his body sideways and held his arm out for her to hug him.Then, he proudly allowed her to press his arm against her chest area. Allsorts of sensations shot through the man’s body as she did so. He heldhimself in this same stiff position while the woman continued to sleep.He had no other option but to admire her gorgeous face that wasilluminated by the dim lighting. Her smooth and fair skin reminded himof a scrumptious-looking dish, and it made him crave for her.Anastasia had no idea what she looked like in her sleep, but the manhad scanned every inch of her face in admiration. Throughout the night,he had even counted the number of eyelashes she had on each eye.Anastasia clung onto him too tightly, so he couldn't pull away from herwithout waking her up.

This time, Elliot was faced with a challenge greater than ever before. Itwas a test of his restraint. If he didn't have such good self-control, hewould've let Anastasia get a taste of his skills. “Reach your hands out,Anastasia.” He tried to get her to reach her hands out while she wasdreaming, but she didn't since she didn’t know that she was hugginghim in the first place. Furthermore, she thought she was hugging herprecious son!

In the end, Elliot decided that he didn't want to suppress his desiresanymore. He leaned forward to press his lips against her cheek. Rightthen, she clung to his neck before she planted kisses on the man'scheek. “Be a good boy, Jared...”

Both of their faces were right in front of each other, and Elliot could feelthe woman's breath as she exhaled on his neck. The sensation felt likefeathers that seemed to tug on his heartstrings. Elliot could feel hisblood boiling with desire. He wasn't that much of a gentleman-he wasprepared to take action with this woman if she didn't let go of himsoon.

Anastasia rubbed against his neck again before she shifted to touch hisear with her nose. It seemed almost as if she were trying to seduce him.Elliot's prominent Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he tried hisbest not to let his hormones get the better of him. He was close toexploding. Never once had a woman made him so horny this woman,on the other hand, managed to do it in her sleep, but he couldn't sleepwith her no matter how much he wanted to. All he could focus on wasrestraining himself while this woman

continued to do whatever she desired to do.

In the end, Anastasia seemed to have developed some distaste for theman’s strong hormones. She flipped to the other side of the bed forsome fresh air, and she finally set the man free. He got out of his stiffposition and stood up only to realize that he was soaked in sweat. Hehad showered for no reason. I guess I'll have to take another coldshower.

After that, he no longer came to his room. Anastasia got the big bed allto herself, and she rolled all over the bed. It was nearly 4.00AM by thetime she woke up on her own. When she opened her eyes, she foundherself staring at a decorative chandelier that hung above her. This isdefinitely not my house. Oh gosh!

Her body shot upright in terror as she cracked her head to recall whathad happened. Her last memory was of herself getting into Elliot's car.So... Is this Elliot's house?