As soon as Hermosa enters, she finds the entire living room and bedroom empty, and many of the important documents in Brent's study are no longer there.The entire room was empty, with only a few important items and some clothes left behind.It seemed that Mr. Brent was really ready to move home quickly.She went back to her and Elisa's bedroom.Even the painting of pomegranate flowers on the wall had been taken away.She was a little sad, not sure whether she was missing the first warmth of the place or the stories she had with Brent in here.She had been lying on the soft sheets for a short while when she heard the sound of Brent calling her downstairs for dinner.In fact, she had recovered and the way she had behaved when she kissed him was just because she was so nervous.She didn't know how to talk to him about that incident.Brent insisted that she would not be allowed to cook, and although she wanted to help in the kitchen, Brent refused in a firm manner. She walked to the lif
Brent leaned in and kissed her despite her slightly surprised expression, seeing her thin lips slightly open.Her lips were soft with the intoxicating sweetness of wine.His hands were still rubbing between her legs. His eyes were not the same as they had been when he had been in the early days of the ambiguous period, when he had wanted to know about each other's feelings and desires.He was more like a jackal who had been hungry for a long time, more like an instinctive act of respect for his own physical needs.Hermosa arched her back slightly, her legs trembling uncontrollably, yet wanting him to poke his fingers deeper. The sunset outside the window cast a warm, flushed glow on their warm, flushed bodies, adding to the rhythm of a European painting.They were holding each other in what was obviously such an erotic image, but at the moment it seemed particularly romantic."Help me unzip my trousers."Hermosa reached for his crotch, not even the material of the stiff suit trouse
"Which is that? How did it end up in Elisa's backpack?"Brent frowned as he watched Hermosa pull out the red rose tied with an awkward black bow. He thought back carefully on his daughter's unusual mood today and secretly felt a little concerned.He had heard many stories before about parents whose daughters had been molested or even kidnapped by paedophiles when they were in kindergarten...But normally Elisa had a housekeeper to take her to school, and he even had two bodyguards to follow her around secretly when she went to school.So the person who sent this rose must have been someone from the school. Was it, perhaps, a teacher? "I have to go to the school tomorrow. This matter must be investigated."Hermosa couldn't help but see Brent at the moment looking like Sherlock Holmes was about to investigate a big case."Could it just be that we're overthinking it, it could just be a school event given to the kids."Brent frowned, "Looks like we really need to move Hermosa sooner r
Brent was taken aback by the loud sound.When he looked up, there was a blonde haired, blue eyed boy standing in front of Elisa, dressed like an elegant little gentleman.Brent just felt alarm bells going off all over his body.How could Elisa have a little boy giving her roses at such a young age?His own daughter was too popular at school, and he could only feel an old father's sourness welling up inside him.He clenched his fist and was about to step forward and take Elisa away from the boy.Elisa took the bouquet with maturity but said in a childish voice, "We are still young, we have to study hard, mummy and daddy will be worried."She patted the boy's shoulder in a serious tone."It's fresh... Fresh flowers."With that said only the blonde haired boy pouted and covered his face as he ran into the school.Brent froze in his tracks, not expecting his daughter to be as flexible as she was when dealing with something like this.Elisa put the rose away in her little backpack and went
The first person to arrive and welcome her was Maggie. As Brent appeared alongside Hermosa wearing a sharp suit, her jaw dropped open in shock. "Well my dear Hermosa, I wondered why you had taken such a long break recently and even decided to quit your job. Turns out it's because you found a good man to shelter you from the elements. Hey there, I'm your girlfriend's best friend here, don't you think so Hermosa." Maggie, with her cheerful personality, greeted Brent directly. Her big grin made Brent laugh. Brent said a polite hello but didn't respond much. Maggie came up to Hermosa and said at a volume that everyone could actually hear, "Hermosa, you've got a lot of nerve bringing a man as handsome and rich as you here. Do you know that the women here are like wild cats in heat, you need to watch your man." Maggie glanced silently at Brent, who hadn't said a word, and sounded a little envious. "I didn't bring him here, he had to come with me." Hermosa grinned and tilted her hea
Until today, when he came and see Hermosa being verbally abused.He knew since these occasions that the more you try to explain, the more you try to get angry, the more it doesn't help at all.It was better to pretend to confuse these people with your own silly looking sincerity and get her out of the way quickly.The crowd of onlookers were really shocked by the move.Maggie could actually see that Hermosa and Brent did love each other, but she really didn't expect this to start off as an unrequited love affair for the bossy man.With champagne in hand, she had goose bumps all over her body."I have to say, Hermosa, I'm afraid this big boss who likes you is a fool. It looks like he's really been unrequitedly in love with you for a long time? He must have spent a lot of money on you."Maggie suddenly came up to Hermosa's side, a pair of ample breasts nearly knocking the blushing Hermosa's body away.She looked at her Brent's serious look and couldn't help but smile but deliberately
Hermosa wanted to make a joke to get past the subject.But to her surprise Brent did take a roll of money from his wallet and stuffed a few bills into her bodice with two fingers.Her round breasts held the cashes securely and erotically.The girls in the surrounding booth tables were surreptitiously ogling the two of them.When the group saw Brent affectionately slip a large roll of money into Hermosa's chest, they all stared in amazement.Maggie, in particular, had seen Hermosa's reluctance to be touched by other clients ,she just thought she had some kind of psychological problem, or was sexually frigid or something.She had never seen Hermosa interested in men either.For a moment she thought she might be a single gay mother.Until she'd just caught a glimpse of the kind of vibe they were flirting with, she'd been stunned by Hermosa's superior seduction skills.So that's what "desire deep but hiding" meant."That's a lot of money for the guy to spend on her.""It does look like he
As Hermosa danced, she subconsciously looking towards Brent, who was sitting in the booth nearby, his expression unreadable.He didn't move and his eyes never left her body. He knew full well that this was deliberate, that she was seducing him. But his desire to win and conquer was growing stronger. Hermosa's movements were light and her legs always drew his attention, intentionally or not. Her leather skirt was a little short and he could always catch a slight glimpse of the flesh of her buttocks between her thighs as she danced. If the scene hadn't been full of women except for him, he might not resisted the urge to rush forward and wrap her in his suit until no one could see her. His pupils constricted in a momentary trance and he took a few sips of champagne, slightly intoxicated. He was suddenly enjoying himself a little as a john and Hermosa was his very own dancing girl. He found Maggie, who was drinking off to the side, and asked her for the number of someone. Therefor