A Wild and Hot Cutie

The maid is worth 100 million dollars

Alisa finally cooks the dumplings with Davis' hot eyes staring. A steaming dish of dumplings is brought

to Davis.

Alisa puts her chopsticks in place with a smile on her face. "Have a taste. Do you like it?"

Davis hooks his lips, picks up chopsticks obediently, picks up a dumpling in the shape of a pig, and

takes a bite.

Soup dumplings with leek and pork are very fragrant and smooth, just like her former taste. Soup will

flow out when people take a bite.

It has to be said that this little woman plays a very important role in his heart and knows his appetites

very well.

There are twelve dumplings in a dish, which are made into twelve Chinese zodiac animals. The shapes

are perfect.

"Pour me wine!" Davis is just like a king, enjoying the serves of the maid who is worth one hundred

million dollars for one night.

Alisa hesitates a little. When he drinks too much, he will be impulsive. When he is impulsive, he will

lose control. The next thing is terrible.

"Would you like a drink?"

Davis glares at her. "Pour!"

Alisa doesn't want to make him angry, so she goes to the freezer and takes a bottle of Lafite. After

opening the bottle, she pours him half a cup.

He eats up twelve dumplings soon.

Dumplings with red wine are delicious.

Alisa is not afraid. She makes a lot of dumplings. As soon as he finishes eating, she stands up

immediately and says, "I'll cook again..." Davis reaches out and takes her hand. "I want to eat cake.

You bake it for me!"

"Oh, cake, okay!"

Alisa would like him to come up with something new, not to mention cake, even bread and tea biscuits,

she bakes them all for him. She is willing to spend a night cooking food, as long as his stomach can be

satisfied. It's better to hold him up, and she'll be OK.

In this small kitchen, there are all kinds of materials, as if they are specially prepared for her.

She cuts butter and flours, beats eggs, ferments, molds again

"Write happy birthday..."

Davis is standing at the kitchen door. He reaches for Alisa's red wine on the counter and begins to pour

it into his mouth.

"Happy birthday? OK, just a few more words..."

Alisa uses her chopsticks to write happy birthday words on the cake. Then she stuffs the tray into the

microwave oven and sets the time to start the fire.

Fifteen minutes later, a six inch box of cake flavored with dates and milk is entrusted to Davis by Alisa.

However, the two words "Happy Birthday" are baked askew, very funny.

"Hey hey, it's not good-looking, but it must taste good. Let's try..."

Alisa is about to cut the cake when Davis reaches for her and pulls her straight into his arms.

Alisa finds out that he has drunk more than half of that big bottle of Lafite.

The breath of wine gushes from his mouth, and he hugs her very domineering.

She has already known that he would not let her go. Unexpectedly, he comes so suddenly.

Alisa makes a struggle, and Davis suddenly shouts, "Don't move! If you don't want me to fuck you,

don't move..."

Alisa feels that his hard penis has reached her abdomen.

Her little face suddenly flushes, but she still can't escape the disaster.

Alisa feels lost and panics.

However, she does not dare to move. Davis is allowed to hold her like this for a long time. He just

releases his solid arm.

"Sing me a song!"

"Sing a song? What songs do you like to listen to? "As long as he doesn't touch her, lets her do

anything.

Davis closes his long and narrow eyes and rubs his eyebrows. "Sing just a birthday song."

"Well, this is the simplest!"

Alisa smiles and begins to sing, "Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to

you..."

Sweet voice, into a happy melody, is flying in the room.

In Alisa's voice, Davis falls asleep.

When Alisa finishes singing, she walks over carefully to have a look. Davis sleeps well.

This demon, unexpectedly tosses her a long night, Alisa looks up at the clock on the wall. It is more

than one o'clock in the morning.

She takes a blanket from the room, helps him take off his shoes, reaches out to take off the bottle in his

hand, and then covers the blanket for him.

After all this, Alisa is tired out.

During the day, she takes wedding dresses everywhere, twists her feet, and is tossed by Davis at night.

Now, she yawns, doesn't even bother to change her clothes, and falls asleep on the sofa.

Shortly after Alisa falls asleep, Davis sits up.

Facing the happy birthday words on the cake, he hesitates for a while, picks up his fork and starts to

eat the cake.

The cake makes by this woman is delicious. He has been greedy for a long time. If he doesn't eat it, he

will not sleep well.

After eating the cake, he leans over to help her take off her shoes, takes off her seeds, looks at her

swollen feet, and is very distressed. He finds hot water to help her apply for a while, and begins to

massage.

Alisa, you big fool, what's the good about you with that Sam? He nearly kills you.

In her sleep, Alisa is wrapped in a comfortable feeling, with a slight smile on her small face.

Davis leans over her lips and kisses them gently, sticking out the tip of his tongue and stirring it in her

little mouth.

Afraid of waking her up, he quickly steps back and bends over to carry her into the master bedroom.

Covers the quilt, turns off the light again, he reluctantly walks out.

Silly girl, thank you for staying with me on my birthday.

It's worth 100 million to buy a happy birthday.

The next morning, Alisa quickly opens her eyes. She suddenly realizes something and quickly opens

her quilt.

Looking at it with fluster, Wow, the dress is still intact, and the skirt hasn't moved. She recalls carefully.

It seems that she slept on the sofa late. How could she come to the room?

She opens the door hurriedly. Davis is in the bathroom to tidy up the suit, seeing her come, hooks the

perfect lip angle.

"You did well last night..."

"Did we have sex last night?" She asks in amazement.

Davis glares at her with black eyes. "Alisa, can't your mind be so dirty? I just want you to accompany

me for my birthday. Do you still want to sleep with me?"

"Well!"Alisa is embarrassed. Yes, he already has Jerry. He doesn't lack women around him. How can

he force her like before?

"Sorry, I thought… So does our deal work?"

Davis straightens his tie and strides out. "Of course it works."

Alisa is relieved. If she has known that she would only have a birthday with him, so she would not be as

nervous as facing an enemy.

"Then, may I go?"

"Yes, you can."

Alisa picks up her things and goes to the door. She looks back at Davis and says with a smile, "Thank

you."

Davis is expressionless and doesn't look at her, but says crossly, "Be quick, or I'll regret it."

"OK. Good bye!" Alisa escapes easily.

She opens her cell phone and looks at it. My God, it's more than eight o'clock.

It is really tiring to see last night.

Davis watches Alisa's petite body disappear from the door, and the expression on his face soon

relaxes.

He doesn't like her looking at him with that sympathetic smile.

He Davis doesn't need anyone to give, whether it's love or friendship, he doesn't want it all.

Alisa hurries on without looking back.

All of a sudden, a group of people comes face-to-face, just looks at it, and Alisa sees that it seems to

be the group of shareholders of Sushi group yesterday, as if Sam is still there.

Alisa cries out no and hurriedly dodges to the side.

They are discussing intensely and don't notice Alisa's abnormality at all. Alisa's heart beats so fast that

she doesn't want to be found out.

She doesn't run out until the group all walks into the elevator.

She turns on the phone and gets a call from Naylor.

"Alisa, where are you? How can you shut down for one night?"

"Oh, Dad, I went to celebrate Davis' birthday last night. Don't be angry. I'll be back in a minute. By the

way, I'm going to have dinner with Uncle Saxon. You prepare first, and I'll call you later."

Naylor is very relaxed when he hears his daughter's voice. It seems that Davis didn't really touch her.

His heart is relieved.

As soon as Alisa hangs up on Naylor, Sam's phone comes in.

"Alisa, where are you now?"

At this time, a white figure is more than ten meters behind Alisa.

Sam tries to control his tone.

Alisa doesn't look back, strides out, and whispers, "I'm out shopping. Sam, have you made a

reservation? When will you arrange for Dad to meet Uncle Saxon?"

Sam's heart sinks little by little. If he hasn't seen it with his own eyes, he will not have believed that

Alisa would have come to the hotel.

He knows very well that Davis lives here and Alisa must be looking for him.

He can't imagine what is going on between them, but he doesn't want to fail, he doesn't want to lose

Alisa.

So, he can only choose to pretend not to know.

"Sam, are you listening to me?"

Alisa stops at the side of the road and looks at the traffic. Sam is silent for a long time.

Then he says, "Well, at six o'clock in the evening, Apollo Hotel!"

"Well, I'll go back and get ready." Alisa laughs.

"Alisa!" Sam feels very lost.

"What's the matter? Sam, are you worried about the company? "

Sam chuckles farfetched. Perhaps he is ridiculing his own incompetence.

"Alisa, do you love me?" Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Alisa doesn't expect that Sam will call to specifically ask this question and smile,"Of course, I love you.

If I don't love you, how can I promise to marry you?"

"Ha ha, I always think that a girl like you is willing to marry me. It's just like a dream. I can't believe it."

Yes, he has the same dream every day in the past ten years. He dreams that Alisa has married him.

But every time he is at the wedding, he will wake up and finds that he is just a dream.

The loss and despair after waking up tears his heart and tortures him for so many years.

How similar the situation in front of him is to the dream!

"Don't worry, Sam. I promise you, it's not a dream."