No One But You

Secretary Frank nagged me in bed for ten minutes and was ejected by the doctor who came to round me up.

What was he? His boss showed up and he pretended to be a bully to me.

After checking on me, the doctor told me happily, "Miss Josephine, your fever is gone. Fortunately you made it through. Mr. Knight suggested that we give you anti-allergy medicine a few days ago. Fortunately we didn't use it. Otherwise you now cannot keep the child."

I was surprised and looked at the doctor, "Does he know that with the medicine the baby will be gone?"

"He knows! Mr. Knight loves you very much and would rather have no children than see you suffer."

Never mention the word love.

But the doctor's words got me thinking.

Didn't Calvin want a child? Why can he give up the kid but to make me feel better?

Did he have a good heart, or did he feel ashamed of me?

I lay in the hospital for a few more days before I was completely cured.

Calvin came to pick me up in person. My leg was almost fine, but I still walked with a limp.

He looked at me, then bent down and picked me up.

"Put me down, I'm not lame." He was always picking me up.

"Many women want me to hold her." he snorted.

"I'm not one of them."

He looked down at me. "Are you faking this to get my attention?"

He was narcissistic, seeing himself as a flower.

He put me in the car, but the car didn't head to my villa.

We drove to another luxury neighborhood and stopped at a villa.

"Place changed?" I was helped out of the car by him and looked around.

The original place was good. I did not know why to change the place.

"This is one of my villas. You will live here from now on."

"Oh, it's all the same to me to be kept in a different place. It wasn't given to me." I limped in.

He followed and picked me up and walked through the door.

Compared with the last villa, the decoration was much more stylish. I liked it better here.

"Good, I like the gallery tone." I gushed.

He put me to sit down on the sofa. A meek girl in her early twenties hurriedly sent me slippers, "My name is Sally."

"Hello, Sally." I looked into the kitchen and there was a busy figure in it.

Big house standard. Villa, two service personnel.

"You may take whichever room you like upstairs." He pointed upstairs.

I would choose since he asked me so.

There was an elevator in this house. It was the height of perversity.

I push open to see the room one by one. When I saw a room that had master temperament, and the display inside and decorate were very manly, I pointed to that room, "That is it."

He leaned against the doorframe and gave me a significant look. "You're a good pick. This is my room."

"You live here?" I was surprised. I didn't expect him to bring me to his house. "You only have this house?"

"I have many houses, but this is the only one I like." He pressed his hand against the door. "Are you sure you want this room?”

"You won't break your word, will you?" I sneered, holding the wall to go in. I like the breath here, "Yes."

"But this is my room. I can't sleep in another bed."

"Then we can sleep together!" I said to him with a smile, "Please."

He raised a good-looking eyebrow, raised one side of the lip angle, smiling.

"Do you think I dare not?" He suddenly bent down and picked me up, kicked the door and carried me into the bedroom and put me on the bed.

He rolled over onto the bed, did push-ups with both hands, and then hung over me looking at me.

I wondered how long he could last.

I guess I was the first calm woman in his bed.

I was too calm, but he didn't get used to it.

"Josephine." His voice came from the back of his throat, slightly murmurous, but with a tantalizing note, "I wonder what the bottom line is of a woman like you?"

"I only have underpants, no bottom line." What's the bottom line in bed? No fun.

Originally, that Calvin was a playboy on the internet was not a truth.

"Josephine, I should like to see how casual you are."

"What are you reserved about?" I scoffed, "My first time was taken by you. Yes, I was married, but I didn't sleep with Daniel. Now I finally understand why he did not insist after I refused him. It turned out that he sold me to you in a high price, since a virgin is more valuable."

Clearly speaking of my tragic past, but I said like a comedy.

His ink eyes looked at me for a moment, suddenly, I have a little flustered.

Because, suddenly, his head bent towards me, and then his lips stopped my chattering.

My mind suddenly went blank and I didn't think of anything.

I thought a lot but I rarely had a blank mind.

I didn't have sex with Daniel, but I kissed him.

The first time I kissed him was by the lake in winter. I felt nothing but pain from the wind blowing in my face.

But this time, my hands went numb.

I looked at Calvin kissing me with his eyes slightly closed. His straight nose peak was like a knife straight into my heart.

My heart was pounding, and I didn't know what to do.

I was getting flustered.

"Close your eyes!" From between our lips and teeth came the voice of Calvin, "Virgin!

You have ever slept with others. Didn't you kiss with others?"

Gradually I came to myself, pushed him away, rolled over and sat up.

My heart was beating so fast that it was about to jump out of my mouth.

Soon he too rose and sat down beside me, his breath wafting through my temples.

Suddenly, he lifted my hair. "Flushed?"

Yes, and it was very hot. I guessed it was as red as an apple now.

His voice was full of laughter and banter. "You were like a battle-hardened veteran, but now what's wrong?"

"I'm pregnant." I said.

But he gently raised my chin with his finger, "I did not do anything to you. A kiss will not make you have an abortion."

I was afraid.

It was not that I was afraid he would do something to me. It was because his kiss flustered me, made me lose my mind, and made me look forward to the future.

I never asked him how would it be like after the child was born.

Daniel's premeditated flattery between him and me was an accident in Calvin's life.

Maybe he was just curious about me and interested in me for a while.

I'd always been a rational person. I needed to know what I was doing.☐☐☐☐