Chapter 7

My mind went completely blank, unable to process what was happening.

Before I could fully react, Jack Collins' lips and tongue had already begun moving lower.

I opened my eyes, looking down at the man buried in my chest, and tried to push him away with all my strength.

"Jack... Mr. Collins..."

My voice shook even more than before: "If you touch me, you have to take responsibility."

Hearing this, Jack Collins stopped all movement and looked up at me.

Our eyes met, and in the flickering fire of his gaze, I seemed to see his determination.

The next second, the loose dress slipped off my body to pool at my feet as he buried his head even deeper.

My body began to tremble uncontrollably.

I grabbed his short black hair with one hand, trying to push him away with the other.

My voice sounded like I was crying and laughing at the same time as I kept calling his name, saying "No."

But Jack Collins was relentless.

Just when I thought my legs would give out, he finally supported me and lifted his head.

In the bright light, the moisture glistening on his lips looked dazzling and incredibly alluring.

"Did that feel good?" he asked.

He stood up, pressing tightly against me as he leaned down to kiss me again.

My whole body had gone soft, my breathing completely erratic. Thinking of what his mouth had just done, I instinctively turned my head away.

But he just laughed: "Disgusted by your own taste?"

I ignored him.

He forcefully turned my face back and pried open my lips.

"You've had your pleasure, now it's my turn!"

Somehow we had moved from the bathroom to the bed.

The phone I had tossed on the bed suddenly started ringing incessantly, but we were too caught up in each other to pay any attention.

Until the call was accidentally answered and put on speakerphone.

"Mia Johnson, how dare you block me!" an angry voice demanded.

That all too familiar voice made my whole body instantly freeze up.

"Ouch~"

"Mia, baby, relax!" Jack Collins caressed my face, but increased his intensity.

Suddenly turning somewhat fierce.

I couldn't hold back the sounds escaping my throat.

"Mia Johnson, what are you doing? Are you actually in bed with another man—"

Just as Ethan's shout was about to finish, Jack Collins, without stopping his movements, reached out to grab the phone. With a low, mocking laugh, he cut Ethan off.

"Parker, how old are you? If you want milk, go find your mom. Stop harassing my girlfriend, she's really busy right now."