The president's seventh bride

Chapter 56: Men Think with Their Lower Bodies

By this time, Alicia was in a mess.

"Please, take me up."

Carlos raised his lips and nodded, “OK, in fact I don't bear to bully a woman who can't swim."

He took her to the arm of the pool and told her, "I'll go up first. Stay here."

Alicia's eyes squinted in fear of what he was up to. "You can't expect me to be at your mercy any more

now."

"Dare you try? Do you believe I can kick you down again?"

How could an elegant woman meet a savage man?

"All right, you hurry up."

People in the pool had to bow.

Carlos took the towel sent by the waiter, dry the water on the body, and then turned to the locker room

to change clothes.

As soon as Alicia saw that he was gone, she was about to go up on the handrail, but suddenly she

found that her clothes were quite transparent after being soaked with water, and her underwear was

almost visible. So she sank back into the water, and did not dare to go up again.

After ten minutes, Carlos came back fully dressed with a coat on his arm. He went to Alicia and

stretched out his hand. "Come up."

Alicia took hold of his hand, and with an effort he pulled her up, wrapped his coat around her.

She raised her eyes in surprise, and was perplexed by his considerate gesture. In Alicia's cognition,

Carlos was definitely not a person who would think for her.

"You play, I'm going."

Carlos waved to his friends, put their arms around Alicia's shoulders and stepped out of the pool.

Otto was unhappy, “Shouldn’t we go to the PUB?"

Alicia and Carlos came to the VIP suite in third floor.

Sitting on the sofa, she did not dare to move. Her clothes were so sticky and wet that the lines could be

seen against her fain skin.

"Put this on first and I will take you to go shopping tomorrow."

Carlos threw over a white shirt of his, which was first-class quality, soft and smooth.

Alicia went to the bathroom and took a hot shower. Then she stood in front of the mirror and looked at

her body, which was so perfect that it had been despised by the man.

She consoled herself.

Carlos's physique was quite strong, so the shirt was quite wide, while Alicia's physique was tall and

well-balanced, so it fit her quite well. It looked like loose pajamas, which just covered the bottom of the

thighs, and the neckline was slightly open, which was sexy and charming.

When she went out, Carlos was sitting on the sofa watching the American horror movie

"Where can I get water? I'm thirsty."

Carlos turned to look at her. He never knew a woman was so sexy with a man’s clothes on. But he

refused to admit that Alicia's figure was actually very good.

"In the fridge. Help yourself."

Alicia walked gracefully over, took two bottles of herbal tea, and gracefully came back. "Here you are."

Carlos stared at her slender legs, and then moved his sight to her open collar. Unexpectedly his

Adam's apple trembled. He took over the drink in her hand, “Thank you."

Men think with their lower bodies, even Carlos was no exception. He usually was rude, but now he was

polite seeing a woman's sexy body.

It was two o'clock in the morning, but Alicia had no sense of sleepiness. With a man like Carlos, her

work and rest would gradually change. She had never stayed up late before, but now she had become

a group of people who went to bed late.

Holding herbal tea in hand, she walked back and forth in the living room, admiring the places of interest

from various countries hanging on the walls. Her favorite city was Paris, France, which always gave

people a lot of longing.

Although she did not believe in love, nor did she expect to have romantic love. She occasionally

dreamed of being held by her beloved in the beautiful city of Paris, walking along the streets

surrounded by plane trees, and reaching a place called forever...

"Can't you stop dangling in front of me?"

Carlos could not bear the visual impact, and protested aloud.

Alicia blinked innocently, “I am not dangling in front of your eyes. The TV is in that direction, I am in this

direction, how does it bother you?"

He was embarrassed, "I like quiet. Can I calm down and watch a movie with you walking around all the

time?"

"Is it really my footsteps that bother you? Or is my figure bothering you?"

Alicia sat down beside him.

Carlos answered, “Certainly it is the footsteps, I even do not bother to see your figure."

"Really?"

She moved closer to him. "Didn’t you see it, or have you been looking at it?"

"You are a teacher, can't you be implicit? Don’t walk around in front of a man in the midnight?"

"Self-taught."

Alicia's bright smile showed her white teeth. Carlos got up chagrined, took out a few bottles of beer

from the refrigerator, and drank it irritably with his neck up.

"This is a slow suicide, you know?"

Alicia, leaning over the back of the sofa, kindly suggested.

"What's your business?”

Carlos stared at her and continued to drink beer.

"Well, rather than helplessly watching you commit suicide, it is better to accompany you to die." Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

She picked up a bottle of wine and began to drink too.

They drank until consciousness gradually faded. They said nothing with respective thoughts. Alicia fell

into the arms of Carlos and said in a trance, "I sleep now, good night..."

Carlos gazed at her beautiful face, only to feel the throat dry. He was out of control, bent down and

kissed her.

The dazed Alicia mumbled, "It's so hot."

Her eyes were still closed, but her body was awake.

The breath of Carlos was heavier and heavier, the erotic breath that was likely to break out at any time

was circulating in the air, however in the critical moment...

Carlos fell to the ground.

Early in the morning, when Alicia woke up, she saw such a picture. She was lying on the floor, Carlos

was lying beside her, and his hands were tight around her waist. She did not scream, but calmly woke

up the person next to her and asked him calmly, "Are you going to strangle me?"

Carlos retracted his hands and did not say a word out of embarrassment.

"What did you do to me last night?”

Alicia sat up and asked.

"Nothing."

As a matter of fact, Carlos had an impression. He remembered that he seemed to have kissed her, and

that he wanted to do something further, but whether he had done it later or not was unknown.

"Nothing? But your hand?" Alicia looked at his hands.

"Maybe it's in the wrong place."

Oh, Alicia sniggered.

She was ashamed to go on.

Carlos simply said, “Do you think I put it on you. It was you took me hand and put it on you. You are a

dignified man but are open after having wine. I am a man, even if I hate woman, I still have instinct, not

to mention last night."

Alicia did not expect he would say that.

She could not bear it, stretch out her hand to hug his neck, rode on his body, hanging his neck, “I would

like to hang you!"

Carlos effortlessly jilted her down, and said, “Do you think I wronged you?"

He took out his mobile phone and turned on the recorder, "Give me, give me, give me......”

How could she have said such a thing? What a shame, what a shame. She got up and rushed into the

bedroom, slammed the door, and threw herself on the bed...

Carlos laughed in a treacherous manner. Actually there was another sentence behind, but he turned off

in time. Now he pressed the play key, “Give me, give me the wine."

She had been fooled again. Alicia had been very drunk, but she had asked for a drink. Seeing that she

was very drunk, Carlos refused to give her, so he drank the rest up.

He was recording to take her under control. But judging from her reaction, he seemed to be doing it

quite well.