In My Desperate Time

Chapter 44 You don’t worth it

I am stunned.

I realize how much I have made a fool of myself.

From the moment I arrived at Frances Louis' house, he never promised to help me.

It is my wishful thinking that he leads me into the game, so he would help me. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

And now his cruel words have made me understand that my actions are not even a trade. To put it crudely, I send my vagina to him by myself, no man would refuse it.

“Frances Louis, what do you mean?”

I struggle to get out of his arms, but he holds me tightly and I can’t get out from him.

“You guess, what do I mean?” He raises his eyebrow and asks me.

“You know I come here to help my brother, and I come to you because I want to help him. Are you playing me as a fool now?”

The anger in my heart is lit up by him in an instant.

I glare at Frances Louis, and really want to tear off his hypocritical face.

“Jane Noyes, do you know what your brother did has made Louis Group lost millions of dollars. Although it means nothing to Louis Group, do you really think you sleeping with me is worth millions of dollars?”

His words make me speechless.

Of course, I know I am not worth millions of dollars, even ten of me are not worth that much. Although Frances Louis' words are sharp, they also make me realize how ridiculous my behavior is.

But now, I've come into this situation. What can I do if Frances Louis doesn't help me?

“So, what do you mean... you won’t help me?”

I stiffen and lie in his arms. The man behind me is warm, but makes me feel chill.

“I didn't say that.” He rolls over and presses me under him, his eager desire pressing against the softest part of me. “If you would serve me well, I may help you. And it all depends on whether you can work hard.”

Frances Louis says as his long hands takes off my underpants and his gun goes straight into the deep of my body.

There is no foreplay, and his movements are so violent that I haven’t gotten over from the last night. I feel obvious uncomfortable and my lower body is about to be torn apart.

However, Frances Louis doesn’t slow down at all, but becomes fiercer and fiercer, severely destroying my body.

I don't know whether Frances Louis treats every woman the same, and has no compassion for women.

My body is extremely uncomfortable, and my heart is also like pressed by a big stone, very uncomfortable.

But even so, I still have to act like a prostitute, trying to cater to the man in front of me. In my heart, I still hold a fluke mind. Perhaps, as long as I please him, he can really help me out of trouble?

I know I am cheap, but forced to today this step, I really have no other ways.

I take a deep breath, put my hands around Frances Louis' neck, and my body moves toward him.

Frances Louis, like an indefatigable beast, bit by bit swallows me up and carries me through the waves until we both are exhausted.

When everything is over, it is already noon.

Frances Louis dresses slowly, his tall figure stands back to me, his voice is so cold.

“From now on, you will live with me here. If you serve me well, I won’t pursue the matter about your brother.”

Live here?

How could it be?

I shake my head and say quickly, “I don't have to live here. I promise I'll be here as soon as you need me.”

What I said makes me feel that I have been humbled to the dust.

How could I possibly live with him? Even the occasional encounter with a man like him would take my breath away. If we live together, I think I definitely will die.

Also, I'm living with Steven Song now, working as his nanny, and making at least tens of thousands of dollars a month. When I pay back Frances Louis, I may be able to get rid of him.

But Frances Louis didn't seem to buy it. He turns and looks me up and down with ink-like eyes.

“Do you think you have the right to bargain with me?”

No, I don’t.

I accept my fate.

“I have to get back to pack my stuff.” I say quietly.

This answer seems to satisfy Frances Louis.

With a soft smile on his lips, he comes, holding my shoulder, and says softly, “That's a good girl. Only if you obey me will I relent. You don’t need to pack anything. I'll buy you a new one.”

If I were another woman, I might like to hear such a domineering attitude from a man.

But I don’t like it.

Frances Louis’s attitude now is like that he wants to keep me like a mistress. I am quite clear about the relationship between us, but instinctively I do not want to admit, do not want to face.

“I must go back and get packed. There are some things that money can't buy.” I look at him firmly, but my heart is beating the drum, I don’t know if my attitude would offend him.

There is the breathless silence in the air. I peek at Frances Louis’s face, which doesn’t look good.

Damn it. His face shows that he might not agree.

After a long time, he opens his mouth, and says to me in a deep voice, “I will send you there after breakfast.”

Then he goes downstairs, and I get up and take a shower in the bathroom. I'm not a neat freak, but since last night, I feel I am dirty.

For fear of fainting in the bathroom, I don’t wash too long.

Frances Louis is sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone. I walk down and he glances at me.

I remember before he goes downstairs, he said he would not leave until he had eaten, but there is no food on the table.

“Breakfast…”

“You cook in the kitchen. I am in a hurry. Hurry up.” Without looking up, Frances Louis points in the direction of the kitchen.

Damn him! Am I his mistress? Shouldn’t the mistress’s jobs be eating and playing all day? Why I also have to cook?

But Frances Louis has never given me a chance to say no.

I purse my mouth, helplessly go to the kitchen, casually cook two bowls of noodles. Anyway, Mr. Louis is in a hurry, and I'm not in the mood to do anything elaborate.

Fortunately, Frances Louis is not picky. He eats up silently, and drives me to Steven Song's house.

Today is Saturday. According to Steven Song's restless nature, I don't think he is home. It's better so that he won’t see me with Frances Louis and I won’t be embarrassed.

I am a little afraid that he would misunderstand.

And from where does this fear actually come; I am more afraid to think about it.

When we get downstairs, I get out of the car quickly.

Frances Louis follows me into the apartment.