Sleep With My Billionaire Brother-In-Law

10:15 pm in a hotel room. "Clara, don't be crazy! Don't you recall me? I'm your sister's husband!" Roland shouted angrily at the young woman who was sitting restlessly on the bed. Clara whimpered while still holding Roland's arm. "Roland..., help me. What should I do? My body... please... what's wrong with my body?" Roland let out a rough breath when Clara suddenly forcibly removed the white shirt from her own body. "Put your clothes on, Clara! Who do you think you're with, huh? I'm your brother-in-law!" "I know. But what should I do? It's very hot here, Roland. Can you cool me down?" Clara's withering gaze made Roland look away while clucking loudly. "It looks like the blonde man you met at our company event put something in your drink," he muttered. "But he's neither an employee nor an invited guest. He's too unfamiliar." Roland remembered that at the DCWest Company's 100th anniversary event before, Clara was approached by a blond man who offered her a drink. Even though Clara was already drunk at that time, the man seemed to deliberately want to make Clara drink it. Seeing the reaction of Clara's body now, Roland was sure that stimulant pills had been put into the drink. Fortunately, Roland was aware of her strange behavior even though he was preoccupied with some colleagues. Roland managed to intercept the mysterious man who seemed to want to take Clara away from the hotel ballroom to one of the hotel rooms. However, Roland did not expect that he was now the one trapped with Clara in the hotel room. In fact, Roland's intention in bringing Clara here was to save his sister-in-law, not to take advantage of her. "Roland...." Clara called Roland again when she realized her body was getting hotter and her lower body felt like crying out for something. "Roland, please. There's a weird thing in my body. Can you take it out? I..." Clara swallowed harshly, not knowing what else to say. Roland looked at her sharply. He knew he could have left earlier because Clara's grip on his hand was not that strong. But seeing Clara whimpering desperately begging for him made Roland's legs refuse to move. Clara, who was already drenched in sweat, then wrapped her hands around Roland's neck. Roland was too late to balance his body and ended up falling on top of Clara's body. Their breathing was ragged. The smell of alcohol was strong in Clara's mouth. Roland grinned. "What a naughty girl! I never thought an innocent woman like you could be this sassy, Clara!" Roland whispered and lowered his lips to Clara's ear. "Are you sure you want me to remove that weird thing from your body? Are you sure you won't regret it, hm?" Clara nodded weakly. Roland then straightened up and quickly took off his shirt. It seemed like the man had given up on holding on to his own sanity, 'cause seeing Clara's beautiful body and the 24-year-old woman's moans was in fact driving him crazy. "You know what? Monica, your sister, hardly ever gives herself to me. As a famous reporter, her dedication is amazing. But as her husband, I'm dead inside!" said Roland. "So, don't you realize how frustrated I am right now?" Clara sighed loudly, feeling Roland's lips touching her neck. Roland's large hands also began to move to help remove the tight span skirt that still remained on her. "Your beautiful body and your moans make a married man like me helpless, Clara. And you naughty girl, are you sure you won't regret this?" Roland shouldn't have to ask that again. They were finally naked and it was too late to back out now. "f**k me harder, Roland! I don't care about anything anymore. I need you!" Roland grinned. "Alright. I'll punish you if you dare to blame me tomorrow!" In a flash, they were deeply into each other. The hotel room then erupted with the sound of both their sighs and the mad screeching of the bed. Roland had obviously dropped all his defenses when he pinned Clara down and gave the young woman the pleasure of making love. The New York City night sky from the hotel room window bears silent witness to the night's hot lovemaking. That, for the first time, Roland Dominic had experienced such a hot night with his own sister-in-law, and that hot night had also been a first for Clara Barton. *** 7:34 am. Clara wakes up from her sleep and is immediately shocked. Her eyes bulge when she sees Roland sleeping next to her with his arms around her waist. "Oh God..., what have we done?" Clara muttered when several memories of last night passed through her head. "Sleep well, naughty girl?" The woman gasped. Roland suddenly opened his eyes. "Congratulations, Miss Clara Barton. You're the first woman who has succeeded in making me lose my strength." Roland's deep voice sounded sexy to Clara's ears, but Clara hurriedly shook her head to regain her mind. "Did we really do that?" Clara blinked. "Last night... wasn't it a dream?" "Oh? Do we need to do it again to make sure?" Roland winced when Clara hit him hard on the chest. "What the hell, Clara! Did you just punch me?" "Yes! You crazy bastard!" The blonde woman let go of Roland's embrace and sat up. She tightened the blanket in front of her body while glaring angrily at Roland. "How could you do this to me, huh?! What if Monica finds out?! I don't want to be hated by my sister even though we don't get along very well, Roland! Why are you doing this?! Why?!" "So, you surely don't remember much about last night," Roland muttered casually. "GOSH!!!" Clara gasped again when Roland suddenly pulled her up and pinned her down. The man grinned and looked intensely at Clara's red face. "You promised to take full responsibility, naughty girl. You said you wouldn't blame me for begging me to touch you. Now, you're just playing victim to me?" Roland snorted. "Unbelievable!" "No! You liar! I couldn't have done that!" Clara's hazel irises fluttered restlessly. "How could I ask my sister's husband to sleep with me? That's... that's impossible!" Even her voice sounded doubtful at her own denial. Roland exhaled. He then got up from Clara's body and said, "Whatever, Clara. We'll be late for work if we keep arguing like this." Roland got off the bed to put on his clothes that were scattered on the floor, and that made Clara reflexively look away. "Well, I don't think it would be a good thing if you reported last night to Monica, right? Just so you know, I've never loved my wife, but our relationship is fine." Roland looked at Clara sharply. "If you dare to act out of line, I will too. You know what I mean, right? Clara Barton?" Clara didn't answer. The ringing of his cell phone made Roland then leave immediately. He left without even glancing at her again. He had just left the woman, whom he had slept with last night, alone in the hotel room. And now, Clara burst into tears lamenting her fate. "Stupid! I'm really stupid! How could you sleep with your sister's husband, Clara?! How could you?!" ***