My Beloved Turns out to be Young Master

Your Touch

"Don't be weird, we need to get back to the dinner table before someone catches up with me."

"Who? Your new boyfriend?" grunt Jacob cynically. "They must have taken good care of him, he couldn't have come here." I looked at Jacob who was smiling cynically from the reflection of the mirror next to us. My guess is correct, it turns out, this whole thing happened under Jacob's control.

"Jacob I beg you not to be weird, lest you have any evil plans for Max. He's innocent of nothing, He--"

"Being your lover! that was his biggest mistake! I promise I won't hurt her as long as you don't reject me again from now on!" firmly Jacob. I closed my eyes, starting to feel careless with all this hassle.

"If you think again, I'm actually still your lover, you know. There was never a word breaking that came out of both of our mouths. We're just lovers who got separated temporarily because of your stupidity!" His last words struck my heart. He was still upset at me for making a unilateral decision back then. His name was also at that time I was still unstable, and not old enough to face such a big problem. When that happens, I will only be twenty years old. My college was only in the second year, obviously my thinking was immature.

Jacob loosened his embrace, he held both of my shoulders while looking me in the eye.

"Jacob stop this, don't make me have to choose. We ended years ago." I'm trying to get my mind back.

"Just relax honey, I'm not going to make your little brain to mess around with choices." Jacob flicked my forehead, making me frown and complain. "Since the beginning you've been mine, there's no other choice!"

After claiming myself as his, Jacob grabbed my body and smeared my lips. I, still shocked by his sudden act, unconsciously opened my mouth, making Jacob's tongue freely dance in my oral cavity, obscuring all rows of teeth, then I tried to get my tongue to wrestle with his tongue.

The butterflies in my stomach seemed to fly flapping their wings exploring all the blood flow in my body. Tickling all over my skin, making me bristle. My body seems to lose control, my brain has tried to resist it but my body is longing, longing for the touch that used to spoil it.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the touch and caress of Jacob's hand on my body. This time I can no longer refuse. Jacob let go of our pagu*tan, his fondness switched to my neck.

"It looks like we need a room, but if you don't mind doing it here I don't mind at all." Jacob spoke with a hunting breath holding back the beer turmoil*his guts.

Jacob's words brought me back to my senses. I immediately let go.

"We have to come back soon, end this okay!" Jacob seemed to be saying something. "Don't protest!"

I saw our appearance in the mirror. My tangtop shirt has already revealed up, revealing my black bra. My hair and face are messy.

I glanced at Jacob who was currently justifying his shirt, his appearance was no less messy than mine. Jacob was buttoning one by one the buttons of his expensive shirt, which now looks a little tangled because I gripped it too tightly earlier. My hands were great as well, I did not realize that I had unbuttoned Jacob's shirt to make his chest field and abdominal muscles plastered real in front of me. I told you no, for a moment I couldn't control myself.

Before I get out of here I check back on my appearance, make sure everything looks normal as it was.

"I'll go first, you'll catch up." Jacob did not answer, he just looked at me while smiling his arrogance. A smile was off, as it had already managed to make me unable to resist it this time.

I opened the lock slot then came out, I turned around to confirm the writing again above the toilet door that I entered earlier. There hung the writing 'IN REPAIR' and not far from me there was an OB who was mopping the floor, from the girly that stole a glance at me, I know, he must be the one Jacob paid to keep an eye on this door. He should have casually linger in the ladies' room.

Hail lope lope to those of you who still faithfully read this story.

Don't forget to always leave a trace, I'm very happy if you see the traces of you.