Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted By Eleven Jewell Chapter 39

Stella froze as if her body was stuck. Then, she slowly turned her head around.

Keegan was lying on his side next to her, and his eyes were half–closed. One side of his face was buried in his pillow, while the other visible side showed a frown. He was displeased to be woken up out of the blue.

Looking down, Stella’s hand was still stately resting on Keegan’s chest.

She abruptly took back her hand. Her whole body went numb, her brain felt rusty, and she was not able to get her thoughts straight. Stella then asked an obvious question.

“Why are you here?”

Keegan did not even bother to open his eyes. “I thought you rented me for the night?” he replied lazily. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

The memories of her being drunk were suddenly coming back to Stella.

“How much for a night?

“Your good looks deserve a higher price.

“I want to sleep with you,” she recalled what she had said.

Stella was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a hole in the ground and hide.

There’s no way I said that!‘ She thought.

She pretended not to hear what Keegan said. She grabbed her clothes and attempted to get up.

But, suddenly, Keegan’s arm swooped in and pulled her back into bed. “Don’t run. You haven’t paid me.”

“Who, who’s running?” Stella was flustered. She covered herself with the blanket as she blushed. “And, pay you for what?”

Keegan propped up his head on his left hand and held onto the blanket with his right. He pulled her closer and said, “Pay me for sleeping with you. Three thousand and five hundred dollars.”

‘I was drunk when I said that! Does he really think he’s a prostitute?‘

Stella blushed a deep red. “We just ‘slept‘ together on the same bed! Why should I pay you three thousand and five hundred dollars?” Stella said through gritted teeth.

‘Does he think I’m dumb? Nothing even happened between us!’

“If we weren’t just sleeping‘ together, did you think it would be this low priced?” Keegan asked.

“I was drunk last night. My words don’t count!” Stella replied.

Keegan narrowed his eyes dauntingly. “You were drunk, and that’s why you asked a random guy to sleep with you? Is that what a wife should do?”

Stella was annoyed by his words, and she shot back with her reply. “What a wife should do? I was drunk. Is it my fault if I mistake people for others or if I talk nonsense? What about you, then? You’re sober, yet you mess around with other women! Is this what a husband should do? If you can’t do it, don’t ask me to do the same for you!”

Keegan was infuriated by Stella’s speech. “I’m talking about you,” he said angrily. “Don’t force your twisted analogy onto me.”

“What twisted analogy? You’re the one who has double standards! Besides, I didn’t sleep with anyone else, and even if I did, we are getting a divorce soon anyways. Why does it matter?”

‘Amazing! This bastard cheated on me so many times, yet he has the nerve to criticize me?‘

Stella broke free from Keegan’s arm and tried to leave the bed. He abruptly grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back, turning over to pin her under him. He grasped her by her chin and challenged her, “I dare you to say that again.” His expression was dark.

‘This bastard is so strong. Even my bones hurt from his grip.‘ Stella was furious, and she glared at him with her almond–shaped eyes. “Was there anything wrong with what I said? Oh, Mr. Kane, we are getting divorced soon. You have no right to control who I want to sleep with! Not letting me sleep with others when you’re impotent–mm-”

All of a sudden, Keegan gruffly bit Stella’s lips before she could finish her sentence.