308 The Deal

The next morning, when I opened my eyes, the sunlight had already filled into the room. My room with Michael faced the sea. I could see the waves crashing against the beach through the window. It was just like Michael’s endless conquest of me yesterday. Every violent impact brought me endless pleasure.

I groaned, my entire body exuding a sense of indulgent laziness.

I’d been making love with Michael a lot these days. He shouldn’t have been so excited yesterday, but he was. Probably because I deliberately provoked him too much. Last night, he obviously lost his sense of propriety, which also caused me to be covered in his scent. He was like a beast drawing his territory.

I grabbed the sheets and sat up. The images of last night flashed through my mind, making me blush. At the same time, I felt my body ache. I couldn’t help but sigh. It was too much.

I turned my head to look at the other side of the bed. Michael also seemed to have just woken up and was putting on his clothes.

“Where are you going?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.

Michael replied without turning his head, “Yesterday, Penelope asked me out to surf today. I’ve already agreed. I wanted to wait for you to have breakfast together, but you woke up late. I’m going to be late if I don’t go now.”

I had just gotten up from the bed and was still a little groggy. I subconsciously complained, “Who’s to blame for me waking up so late? It’s all because you went crazy yesterday. Wait, who’s Penelope?”

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“Oh, the girl who passed me water yesterday. We got along pretty well,” Michael said casually.

“What?” I suddenly sat up from the bed and glared at Michael.

I thought that our childish behavior had been resolved last night. He had tormented me for an entire night. Wasn’t that enough?

He was going to surf with other girls and even knew their names. What was the difference between this and a date? Was I even still his mate? Even if he wanted to use this method to make me jealous, wasn’t this a little too much?

“You’re not allowed to go,” I said angrily.

“Why?” Michael asked, raising his eyebrows.

“You are my mate. I won’t allow you to go out with other women alone. If you must go, you must take me with you,” I said.

“Alright.” Michael didn’t seem to care. “If you’re willing to get to know Penelope, she’s a pretty cute girl. But you told me yesterday that you don’t like surfing. I invited you to join us, but you didn’t want to. Why are you interested today?”

He was deliberately trapping me here. He knew that I was not good at this sport and that I didn’t want him to go out with this Pensowhatshername.

I glared at Michael, my eyes almost spewing fire.

“Okay, okay, you’re my mate.” Michael revealed a meaningful smile. “If you really care so much about it, why don’t we make a deal? You get rid of that chef, and I’ll never go out alone with Penelope again.

“Shameless! Are you kidding me?” I rebuked.

“I’m serious.” Michael’s expression was serious, and he didn’t look like he was joking at all. I didn’t doubt that he wanted to leave me behind to surf with another girl.

I realized that this was Michael’s real purpose. He said those words to make me angry just now to get rid of Theseus. He made a condition I couldn’t refuse because I couldn’t see him standing with other girls. Just imagining that scene made me feel like exploding. How could Michael devise such a despicable method to achieve his goal? This man was really a b*stard.

I was frozen in bed, in a dilemma. I didn’t want to give in to Michael so easily, and I enjoyed Theseus’ cooking. Michael was being completely unreasonable. How could he go out on a date with a girl? Even if he was bluffing, it was so shameless of him to use this as a threat.

“Have you thought about it?” Michael’s body came close, and his hot breath hit my face.

“I refuse!” I stubbornly turned my head away. I really couldn’t say yes or no.

“I’ll be leaving then.”

I could feel Michael’s aura fading away and an indescribable grievance in my heart.

B*stard! B*stard!

I couldn’t believe that Michael just left like that. I calmed down for a moment, then rolled out of bed and planned to reason with Michael. He couldn’t do this to me!

Who knew that just as I opened the door, I would be welcomed by a big smile?

It was Michael.

I concealed the indescribable joy in my heart and asked with a pout, “Why didn’t you leave?”

“You want me to leave?”

“I didn’t say that.”

The smile on Michael’s face became even wider, and he took out a whole set of clothes from behind him as if he were performing a magic trick. “Put it on, my princess.”