Chapter 2:

For a moment, she was about to get off the bed, Lalisa almost couldn't stand up and fell; pain spread between her legs; the pain made her grit her teeth, "Ah--" She hurriedly propped her hand against the wall, holding one hand with one hand tight lower abdomen. 

Why can so? 

Is it possible that the description of the dream is so accurate that, in reality, the feeling of pain can still be left? 

Making love...... Will it hurt that much? 

Understood, she must have never had a man so dark, and it came so fast. 

Lalisa tried to suppress her unwell body, went to the bathroom to brush her teeth, wash her face, change clothes, take her drawing board and backpack, and go out. 

She is a manga author, usually works very freelance, can stay at home to compose, and can also go to the company, she has been very fond of painting at home recently, but today she has to go out. 

Because she was afraid that she would stay in the same place and fall asleep again, and if it went wrong, she would dream of making love with another man again. 

Entering the company, Lalisa suddenly heard a female voice shouting —— 

"Oh my god, Louis is very sexy, ah, I want to break the screen and hug him ah ah. !" 

"I heard that he finished building a house here in S-City, the building ah......" " 

Wow, the girls they love boys all have come to their senses; Louis, Louis, people are CEO; how many times around the world is the money he earns? 

Louis. 

This name again. 

*** 

It's painful. Has she finally got to make love?

Lalisa stroked her hair and entered. 

She only saw a few female colleagues standing in front of the TV screen watching passionately, male colleagues standing beside them and spitting on the ground. 

She stood behind everyone, glancing at the screen, the news on the TV playing. 

In the TV, Louis is coming out from the building, and the bodyguards are as many as the forest, preventing all the reporters, Louis without expression, from entering the limited number of supercars. 

Before getting into the car, Louis suddenly glanced at the camera. His eyes were black and quiet, revealing a noble aura, unmatched, with no way to hide, as if he wanted to devour something... 

This look, like the look he pushed her down in a dream.

The ferocity seemed to want to tear her into a hundred pieces, swallowing her whole body.

He pressed his hot body to hers, his voluptuous chin flashed in front of her eyes, brought fire to kiss every place on her face, breathed a hot breath in her ear, and said: "This is the action that men and women do, girl, do you understand?" 

When he said this, the air in the room suddenly became hot, he pressed his hard chest against her as if he wanted her and him to become one. 

Thinking of every detail in the dream, Lalisa's face immediately turned red, her heart beating fast as if it wanted to jump out of her throat.

Not daring to glance at her, Lalisa hurriedly returned to her seat; her face was still red, she was holding a pen to draw arbitrarily on paper, her mind was confused, her heart was not beating, and she did not know at all. What else is she drawing? 

Impossible. 

She couldn't go on like this. 

A girl who has so much loneliness to be able to make love with a boy in a dream... This is not a good thing, either. 

She must have love. 

But with her habits, where to find a man to love in such a short amount of time? 

That's right, friendly! 

She had to be more friendly to get rid of the loneliness that brought the nonsense of her dreams. 

After that, Lalisa went on a blind date for a week; every day spent at least enough time to meet the two best people, but people ran away without looking back. 

She looked like she wanted to vomit on the spot. 

Today, she participated in the eight-minute love game; Lalisa was tired, ran to a sauna, and prepared to relax. 

In the sauna's bathroom, Lalisa stepped into the shower, and she had just finished changing her clothes into a sauna when suddenly she heard a high-pitched scream -- "Hey. This is the women's bathroom!" 

Lalisa showed her face in surprise, and this was not scary. 

Only at the women's bathroom door were more than ten men wearing sunglasses and well-dressed; the other female guests were so scared that they were standing in the bathroom hall screaming continuously, running to find pants' body cover.

Lalisa dressed not too revealing, saw that she went out, frowned, looked at the other men disgustedly, and said: "Who are you? Please go out!" 

What are the staff at this sauna doing? Why let them enter the women's bathroom like that? 

Hearing that, the boys immediately turned their gazes to her, one by one lowering their sunglasses to reveal a fierce face. 

"Miss Lalisa, Mr. Louis wants to see you." 

Unexpectedly, those people did not say anything malicious but respectfully bowed to her 90 degrees. 

"What is this?" 

Lalisa was startled. 

What do you mean? Did these people come looking for her? 

A second later, the frightened, agitated women screamed; the man in a black suit stood in two rows, leaving a path in the middle; the bathroom door was pushed open, and a tall man from the outside entered. 

Nearly six feet tall, with straight curves, even though he was wearing a gray ash jacket, he still showed his perfect body; his footsteps began to grow heavier, and his arrogant and leisurely demeanor.

His short hair revealed a lovely face, without a single blemish, deep in his eyes, looking at Lalisa with contempt, a hint of disdain, a gesture full of arrogance. 

Louis. 

He is Louis. 

As soon as he appeared, the shrill screams of the female guests in the blink of an eye gradually disappeared, leaving only the sound of running water from the bathroom shower and a few inaudible cries of surprise. The boy before him was so excellent that he could make anyone ashamed, but Lalisa was not in the mood to appreciate his beauty. 

Her face was white, and she looked at Louis in astonishment as if lightning had just struck her. 

At this point, if she didn't react, then she was stupid. 

That's not a dream.

Everything is true. 

A week ago, in that luxurious, mesmerizing room, the man's dick was glued to her body... All it happened. 

That morning she started to realize she wasn't feeling well, she felt something was wrong, but she fooled herself into thinking that it was just a dream... " 

Bang —" 

Lalisa sat down on the ground, face with no blood left. 

She was raped. 

Aware of this, Lalisa was scared and speechless; how could that be... 

But, having forced her, he should feel guilty; how could he calmly appear like this?

Louis stood there, and his eyes lowered, his expression changed continuously, the corners of his mouth lifted, there was disgust, laughter, continued, he slowly stood up, stretched out his right hand, made some simple movements, opened his mouth, said, " I just want the other girl here." 

The boss ordered so. 

"Yes, Mr. Louis!" 

The bodyguards lowered their heads, grabbed the female guests by the shirt, and dragged them out; acting quickly, the female guests shouted. This time is intimidating. 

But it took less than a minute for the person in the bathroom to become silent. 

Everyone got out. Only Lalisa was left sitting on the ground, and Louis lazily stood.

Louis was not in a hurry; he looked down on Lalisa, a little amused, looking like a small dog being chased and beaten. 

A few minutes later, Lalisa regained her composure, stood up, and left with a stupid face. 

She must go. 

She had to leave this place; the terrible cold on Louis' body and the memory made her unable to breathe; she had to wake up... Glancing at Louis standing next to her, Louis' eyes were cold; she reached out and grabbed her elbow, her voice was filled with anger: "Lalisa, you think you can go out without saying a word?" 

Ridiculous. 

What does this girl see Louis as, air?

His fingers gripped her face tightly; Lalisa's body trembled heavily; a week ago, she had fallen into his arms, and now he appeared right before her eyes. 

It's obvious... 

Besides, it's also embarrassing. 

She kept calm: "Mr. Louis, I don't think it's appropriate for us to talk here but in court." 

Either way, he raped her. 

"Court?" Louis tilted his head to look at her and said, "To rob my child? First, Louis, I won't allow that kind of girl in my room; second, if you mean this, you won't live too long when entering the court." 

What makes him call her that kind of girl... 

Kidnapping? 

Lalisa remembers that time, and he always forced her to return the child she gave birth to three years ago to him, making her understand nothing. 

"Mr. Louis, I don't care what you say." Lalisa said, "But I think the court will handle it within a week before sentencing." 

"Ah." 

Hearing that, Louis angrily protested: "You won't admit it even if you die; it gives people a headache."

"Let me go, you......" Lalisa struggled, stepping on his shoe. 

Louis stood there unscathed, untying her legs, a kick that didn't mean anything to him, but he was infuriated. 

She resisted, struggling, making his anger rise even more. 

"Think about saying those things?" 

Louis instantly retracted his smile; his eyes turned dark and angry, and he glared at her. Fingers grabbed her arm, and a low growl said, "Fine, Lalisa, I'll talk to you!" 

"...."

Lalisa was a bit dumbfounded. 

She had never seen an angry person as scary as him, and his eyes shot out with anger as if he wanted to burn her alive; her arm was about to be destroyed by him. 

"A week ago, that pain was just called a husband and wife confiding!" Louis brought her to sit in front of him and bent his head to blow into her ear; his evil tone could not help but reveal a cruel look, "That night she looked so enjoying herself" " 

"I— — Shameless......" 

Lalisa couldn't believe he would say such words, and she struggled even more fiercely. 

She was only wearing a bathing suit; her pure beauty revealed a white color, which was very moving. Moreover, she didn't even wear underwear, so she struggled so fiercely that the bottom of the collar opened wide, and it was evident in one look.

Louis is also just a man's name. Seeing such spring color, the body gradually tensed up. 

He had never liked this kind of suppression of his desires. Therefore, he dragged Lalisa to the stairs, into the hall's bathroom equipped with very advanced equipment. 

On the way, she tried to resist, but he always kicked her foot on a foot. 

Bathroom in the hall, countless showers rose to form a vast bubble. 

Water remains on the ground. 

White fog hung around in midair. 

"What else do you want to do?" 

Lalisa was pulled firmly into the hall by him because of his long legs, and he walked very quickly; she basically couldn't keep up, staggered but ran ahead; the whole person looked enormously struggling. 

"Stop." 

Louis put her heavily on the wall, couldn't help but explain, and pushed her upper body down. 

The soft body that belonged to a woman made his throat tighten again, and a hot flame ran around him, burning his whole body. The woman in front of her suddenly became the only antidote. 

He hugged her shoulders, angrily growling, "I gave you time to hand over the child; you let me be intimate with you since you owe this man a debt; I will settle the account with you. Tell me a little bit about what is serious and righteous!" 

With that, his hand went inside her clothes and approached.

Lalisa was agitated and struggled, unlike a week ago, because the heat in the room was so high that it caused her to panic. This time, she was sober. 

Sober to the point that he could only see himself resisting helplessly in front of that big man. 

Then the result is the same. 

"I don't want to; let go..." Lalisa desperately pushed him away, and her voice changed.