The Woman Owns the Billionaire

Drunken

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Jova began to be uncomfortable with Morga's gaze. Being with the man for a few days, made Jova no longer as easily scared as before. Moreover, now he must be stronger, in order to survive in a house that is like hell for him.

Jova was about to ignore Morgan by passing the man, but what Morgan did made Jova very surprised.

“What are you-”

Jova did not get to continue what she wanted to say because Morgan blocked her arm, then pushed her towards the bed.

Morgan pushed Jova, until the woman's legs fell on the bed and made Jova fall on the mattress, with Morgan's position on top of her body.

“What will you do?” Jova began to panic, not to mention that she smelled alcohol from the breath of the man above her. Jova guessed that Morgan was drunk and went back there.

Morgan did not say a word, until his hands stretched out and removed the strands of hair that slightly covered Jova's face.

Jova felt her heart pounding fast, perhaps tonight Morgan would force her to serve. No, Jova's not ready to do that.

“You are drunk, I will make lemon water,” said Jova to escape from the man.

Jova tries to push Morgan's chest, the man supports and traps, so Jova can not avoid.

“You know, what attracted me to you that night?” After being silent since earlier, Morgan finally spoke with an unmoved look from Jova's face.

Jova shook her eyes with two pitch black eyes that looked so sharp, even though the owner was drunk.

“Because I was young and innocent, wouldn't all striped-nose men be interested once I see a girl like me that night.” Jova responded to Morgan's question.

“Because of your gaze. Your little look, it's got me interested. Your gaze is so beautiful, until I am reluctant to turn away, even though I can buy a woman who is more than you,” Morgan said later.

Jova was surprised, whether this was a compliment, or just a sentence of seduction to make it melt.

“That's the past, don't discuss it now!” Jova again tried to push Morgan agan's chest away from her. “Keep out of my body!”

Morgan grabbed one of Jova's wrists, and then moved it away from her chest.

“But I love the past, the past that makes me want to always have you,” Morgan said. The warm breath with the thick aroma of alcohol tickled Jova's sense of smell.

“I hated it, because that night I had to lose it all.” Being reminded of a past that was painful to her, made Jova angry and her gaze changed.

Morgan saw anger in Jova's eyes, but there was also a sad gaze filled with such gloom that night. Makes her want to have Jova tonight, after a long time of patience waiting for the right time to make her his and only hers.

Morgan shackled both of Jova's wrists with one hand, then locked on top of the woman's head, making Jova panic and fear.

“What are you doing? Don't force me!” Jova tried to rebel but in vain, not to mention that one knee of Morgan was between Jova's thighs, making it difficult for the woman to dodge or fight.

“You are only mine, remember you are mine.” With a look of her pity, Morgan grabbed Jova's lips, clenching so deeply with the occasional tiny lips that became opium to her.

Jova rounded her wide eyeballs as Morgan continued to curl her lips. Was in the end tonight he had to serve the man, after a few days managed to dodge.