Sweet Sexy Lover
Chapter 7 A Man With Hormone

Though Enrique's shirt almost fell off his body, he still sat straight, and didn't shun Christy's touch.

He didn't look like the one who was being offended from his restrained look.

"Wow, boss is so restrained! That lady has been kissing on his body for quite a while and he could still stay calm as a cucumber. How incomparable his composure is! Bonne, if you were him, you would definitely lose your mind!" Outside the car teased Clifton.

"Lose my mind? I don't think so!" Bonne refuted coldly.

"When will you move your butt into the car?" Enrique sitting in the car said with a both calm but dangerous tone.

"Sorry, boss, I am coming to drive." Then Clifton hopped in and stepped on the gas.

The car left so soon that Bonne hadn't got into it yet when he was just about to open the door. Words failed Bonne. But he had to run to catch it.

When Enrique entered a presidential suite with Christy, he tried so hard to get rid of Christy like a sticky octopus, and threw her on the soft bed.

But as soon as he was about to leave, he heard the grieved crying of Christy, "Don't leave me! Save me! I feel so bad!"

A trace of mixed feelings flashed across Enrique's face. He turned around and saw the eyes of her with tears.

Her lips were bleeding because she bit herself hard. She looked so aggrieved and pathetic that Enrique felt a bit pitiful for her. He suddenly had an urge to tear that culprit who drugged her apart. Seeing that Enrique still seemed to ignore her, Christy couldn't help but tear her own dress.

Under the gaze of Enrique, her naked body was shown in front of his eyes.

Enrique felt that there seemed to be something struggling hard in his heart.

Her pretty face, charming eyes, burning lips, straight collarbone and fair skin all struck his heart.

Seeing such a deadly beauty in front of him, something evil seemed to surge in his heart. He squinted with mixed feelings hidden in his eyes.

A flow of sexual impulse climbed on his mind. He narrowed his eyes, in which hid his desire to press on her.

Before this time, Enrique deemed himself as an abnormal man because he could always stay calm in front of all kinds of charming women.

But now, he seemed to replace the normal version of his own.

A suggestion of eroticism touched his eyes. He stepped forward and was about to cover Christy with quilt. Suddenly, Christy got up and caught hold of his neck.

The next second, Christy soon attacked on his pretty thin lips.

When their lips made this contact, Christy seemed to replace the antidote she had been longing for and kept kissing on him hard. But as she was a girl with zero knowledge about kiss, she almost bit on his lips hard.

Feeling a bit of pain, Enrique knitted his thick brows while staring at her with sharp eyes, "Are you challenging me?"