Sleep With My Billionaire Brother-In-Law

His Hot Bite

"Ro-Roland?!" Clara glared in surprise. She had just finished showering and suddenly found Roland sitting on the couch in the living room of her apartment.

Roland looked up from his cell phone. "Hi." He waved.

However, his expression immediately changed when he saw Clara wearing a towel that only covered half of her body. The man reflexively looked away and cleared his throat awkwardly.

Clara, who realized that, hurriedly covered her body with both hands, although it had no effect.

"Wait a minute!" she said before rushing back into the room to get dressed.

Five minutes later, Clara came out fully dressed and covered up even more. She was wearing an oversized hoodie and long pajama pants.

Roland grinned slightly at the sight of her. "Do I look like a pervert, Clara? You're obviously very wary of me," he said.

Clara sat on the single sofa and snorted loudly. "You're even scarier than a pervert, Roland! How could you come to my apartment without telling me first? Also, do you know my apartment code?"

Roland shrugged. "Monica once told me your apartment code when she told me to pick up her stuff here. I thought you had changed it. I was also a bit surprised when I managed to gain access."

Clara's expression did not change. Her face was full of displeased frowns and wariness towards him.

"Alright. I know it's presumptuous to come straight in here without your approval. But I've called you several times, Clara, but you didn't pick up."

"I was in the shower," Clara muttered. "What are you here for, then?"

"I have nowhere else to go," Roland replied casually. "Monica won't let me into my own house. I just had an argument with her and it was very tiring, just so you know."

"Then, you can go to the main mansion," Clara retorted.

"I'm too lazy to see my grandpa."

"How about a hotel?"

Roland suddenly threw himself onto the sofa and turned his back to Clara. "I'm too lazy to drive, Clara. "

"I'll drive you, Roland! Wake up!"

Clara stood up, but Roland let out a long yawn as if to show that he would not be able to get up from there.

"I'll sleep here. I promise I won't bother you as long as you keep your bedroom door locked."

Clara's hazel eyes rounded at her brother-in-law's words. She reflexively backed away and swallowed hard.

"Y-you sure you're going to sleep here?"

"Why? Do you want me to sleep with you in your room?"

"No! Okay, good night!"

Without waiting for long, Clara dashed to her room. Roland had to laugh at the slam of the door and the sound of the key turning inside. When he looked back, the door to Clara's room was firmly closed.

"What an interesting woman," he muttered with an amused smile on his lips.

At 1:30 am, Clara was still moving restlessly on her bed and unable to sleep. She just remembered that she had not given Roland a proper pillow and blanket, so Clara hurriedly went out with them.

"Wait! Roland? Hei! You're sweating so much!" Clara panicked when she found Roland sleeping shivering and drenched in sweat on the sofa.

"Roland, please open your eyes! Do you hear me?" Clara gently shook Roland's shoulder. Then, she ventured to touch his forehead. "Geez! You have a fever, Roland!"

Just as Clara called out like that, Roland finally opened his eyes. He then caught Clara's hand from his forehead and got up.

"What's wrong?" The man asked, confused when he saw Clara's panicked face.

Clara glared. "You have a fever, Roland! Let's go to my room! You shouldn't be sleeping here!--oh my God! How evil I am for letting you sleep here!"

Roland seemed like he was still not fully aware of his own body condition. His consciousness had not yet fully gathered. He could not even resist when Clara pulled his arm and led him into the room.

"Lie down here! I'll get a thermometer to take your temperature," Clara said after successfully laying Roland down on the bed.

However, just as Clara was about to move away from the bed, Roland suddenly pulled her arm tight. Clara glared in shock at his actions, especially when she was now lying on Roland's burly body. But, Roland's hand didn't stop there. He moved quickly to lay Clara on his side before hugging her waist from the side.

"I like you like this, Clara. You don't have to bother with my fever," Roland whispered with his hot breath wafting over Clara's neck.

Clara felt goose bumps all over her body.

"Okay, I think I checked your body wrong. People with a fever shouldn't have the energy to act like this, right?" She quipped at Roland, and Roland laughed hoarsely.

"Yes, it looks like you were wrong, girl. A gallant man like me can't have a fever. Congratulations! You've fallen into my trap!"

Clara snorted in annoyance. She also expected Roland to deceive her, but his hoarse voice and his hot body could not break the fact that the man did have a fever.

"That's enough, Roland! Let go of my body! I need to take care of you so that your fever is cured! Or, do we need to go to the hospital?"

Roland shook his head and tightened his embrace instead. He even buried his head in Clara's neck. The scent of Clara's body began to give him comfort.

"Ro-Roland, stop rubbing your face against my neck! Your sideburns are making me ticklish!"

"Don't you like it?"

"What? Of course not!"

"But I like it."

Instead of feeling guilty, Roland actually chuckled.

Clara let out a resigned breath then. She finally tried to catch her breath as best she could and keep a clear head. However, her efforts were clearly in vain when Roland's thick lips touched her neck. Clara wanted to ignore that, but he even gave her a wet peck and a small bite that made Clara reflexively sigh.

Roland chuckled. "I love your sighs, naughty girl."

"S-stop it, Roland! You're crazy! I'll let you if you're just going to sleep!" Clara held Roland's head to move their bodies away.

"Yeah. I'm just going to sleep, Clara."

"But you just bit my neck!"

"Oh? Really?"

The innocent expression on Roland's face made Clara growl. She then pushed Roland's body with all her might until the man's embrace slipped away.

Clara sat up. "You pervert! Are you really not afraid of Monica finding out about your behavior?! We've already spent a sinful night together, Roland! I didn't even dare to raise my face to her! And what? You wanna do it again? Are you out of your mind, huh?!"

Slowly, Roland's handsome face turned flat and cold. He also got up and sat leaning against the headboard. However, the man chose to look up at the ceiling of the room with both his eyes closed.

He muttered, "Would you... would you consider me a bastard man if I told you I never felt bad for Monica? Even if I did it again with you, I wouldn't feel guilty for her."

"What?!" Clara was extremely shocked. "W-what did you just say, Roland? I understand that you don't love my sister, and I even witnessed how messed up your marriage was. But, did you need to say that?"

"Yeah, you're right. My marriage with Monica for the past two years has never been fine, and it certainly will never be fine 'cause she's still in a special relationship with another man." Roland snorted. "Monica might even want to have a child with that man more than with me, Clara. Isn't that amazing?"

"She's... WHAT?!" Clara covered her mouth with both hands. "SO, MONICA HAS BETRAYED YOU?"

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