My Haughty Billionaire Husband

Chapter 3

He may identify him if he's not inebriated, but it's too late.

The bar manager was so scared he couldn't wait to hang up on the eyeless guy.

William Jones smiled after solving the guy.

"Shabby bar William Jones, I won't be back."

William Jones didn't feel sorry about Mark Dawson's fury. He smiled.

William Jones grins as Osanna Benson attacks Mark Dawson.

"Go away!" Osanna Benson is dizzy and stroking every muscle on his body.

Mark Dawson grimaced and felt stomach burn.

Seeing Osanna Benson's undulating breast, his gaze darkened.

He cursed and departed with Osanna Benson.

" He raced up and stuffed the president's room in his pants.

"Anta President, enjoy!"

Mark Dawson's departure surprises William Jones.

No peeking. Go! Vincent pushed his chin with his hand.

"Hi, Vincent, Did you witness him open a room with a woman? He never responded when a nude lady stood before him all these years. He must like that pretty lady.

Vincent is anxious about William Jones. He hasn't opened his heart in five years.

Nearly abstinent.

"Where're we going?"

"Why don't you say you want to sleep with me, come down here, or are you afraid?"

Mark Dawson carries.

She kisses these chilly lips again, but this time she puts her tongue in.

Again, she compelled him to kiss.

Mark Dawson neither responds nor pushes her.

Mark Dawson's button is unfastened.

Her muscles and gorgeous lines are obvious.

Osanna Benson is unscrupulous. Loose clothing.

Her chest is obvious as she bends down. Alcohol also destroys Osanna Benson's sense of reason. Bill Evans inspires her only rage and vengeance.

She despises them.

Osanna Benson bit him and left several strawberries. Mark Dawson was still leaning on the pillow with no expression.

He seemed emotionless. He unrestrained the lady before him.

Mark Dawson finds this roughness odd. First time, she.

Mark Dawson's pupil constricted as ocular light intensified.

"No? What's your deal? Osanna Benson was upset by his extended silence and blurted out the nasty obscenities. She puffed him up.

Her ex-boyfriend dumped her because she wasn't appealing.

Her eyes show odd emotion.

Why didn't you reply? Don't kiss there." Adam's knot rolled, and Mark Dawson's eyes glazed. Every aspect of her body lures him, and what she just said excites him.

"So?"

"Kiss!" Mark Dawson grabs Osanna Benson's wrist and places her hand on his stomach.

Benson's palm tingles.

Before he met her, he wasn't interested in women, but now he is.

"Huh?"

"You're curious. Untie it and see."

Mark Dawson walked her through untying her belt.

His smooth and strong leather belt made her feel delicate and hard at the end of the day. "What? You'll learn. Mark Dawson squints as Osanna Benson examines his physique.

He's a bunny. He's adorable and bumpy.

Osanna Benson pulled down his pants as Mark Dawson softly pressed his belt.

She regretted afterwards. It frightens Osanna Benson.

Mark Dawson smothers her as she tries to flee. She can feel heat through her clothing. "No Nope. "I won't watch."

Osanna Benson feared someone was removing her garments and closed her eyes. She stated that she felt terrified. "Oh? Did you repent after provocation? What's wrong with me? Mark Dawson removed her garments with his big hand. In dark light, her beauty shone. Two nude bodies were also joined. ……

The following day, Osanna Benson woke up with body and brain agony.

As she got up, she smelled something peculiar.

She glanced down and saw merely a bath towel on her. She stiffened as she heard water in the bathroom. It's populated.

She could see the man's amazing form through the bathroom's clear glass. She felt suffocated at the time. How? Why was she with a man?

Her ex-boyfriend dumped her yesterday. She went to a pub to relax. She lost a game and had to kiss a lovely guy.

She fought her aunt afterwards. A horrible middle-aged guy followed her when her temper burst. She met him again and still wanted to sleep with him. Yes. Apparently!

"Clean!" Osanna Benson smacked his head.

Oh, she'll keep her virginity! Before she discovered the garments, she heard the bathroom door. "Arise."

She heard a low, familiar voice.

Oh! Psychopath Osanna Benson saw a nude, wet guy.

Tthe n***d man's physique is excellent. His face is more gorgeous than lawless, so she couldn't help but open a little gap and gaze at him.

Mark Dawson's starry eyes are back.

Still, she peeks.

. A icy hand opened hers, and a caustic voice spoke in her ear.

"You shower/dress?"

Because there's only one towel in the bathroom. Mark Dawson cleaned Osanna Benson's bath towel when he stated this.

"In the sight of this odd guy in front of nobody, Osanna Benson is going mad.

His hazy gaze rested meaninglessly on her snow-white shoulder. He had so many nicknames in one day: p*****t, hooligan.

Mark Dawson gently surveyed Osanna Benson's physique.

"Pa!" Mark Dawson never imagined this lady would self-slap.

"Return my innocence, you p*****t! Osanna Benson raises her quilt-holding hand.

She immediately regretted slapping herself.

She was stunned by Mark Dawson's gaze and couldn't breathe. "Wanna die?"" Mark Dawson touches her chin despite her aging face. She's too conceited.

His patience? She feared she'd die then.

Dawson opens the quilt.

Joseph Benson bares everything. She trembles.

"You What's up?"

He had just taken a bath. he clung to Osanna Benson.

She was cold. She was chilly.

Yesterday, she was intoxicated.

Now that she's awake, she feels repressed powerlessness.

He's worse than she anticipated.

"Don't..." Osanna Benson shielded herself.

He squeezed and put her hands on her head.

This terrible behavior drove her insane.

"Remember yesterday night's shooter."

Mark Dawson controls her two hands with one hand, while the other is restless in her body. Osanna Benson feels awful about her expressionless iceberg faces.

"Examine your masterwork.

"Return it immediately."