Crystal's One Night of Love

There were quite a number of capable people at the university anniversary celebration.

However, the most capable individual present was probably Henry. Clementine wanted to ask him for a favor as well as get into his good books, but he had already left with Crystal.

In the car at the parking lot, Henry slowly buckled his safety belt before turning to look at Crystal.

Crystal was leaning back in her seat, the corners of her eyes slightly moist as she looked out the window.

Obviously, those videos made her emotional.

How could she possibly forget about her first love so easily?

Henry gripped the steering wheel. “Do you miss it?”

“No.”

“Then why do you look like you’re about to cry?”

Crystal could not answer him.

Henry tightened his grip on the steering wheel before finally stepping on the accelerator.

A while into their journey, Crystal realized that something was amiss. This was neither the way home nor the route to his office. She asked, “Where are you taking me to?”

“The condominium we used to live in.”

Crystal could guess what was on his mind, and she did not agree to it. “Henry, it’s been years since Robert and I dated. You can’t be unforgiving just because of that video.”

Henry did not speak.

When they reached a traffic light, he took out a cigarette and lit it.

“Crystal, I’m jealous.”

Crystal stiffened.

That was all Henry said before he refocused on the road and drove them to the condominium.

Crystal did not want to get out of the car.

Henry unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned in her ear, and whispered, “Do you want to get out yourself, or do you want me to carry you?”

Crystal was rather upset, so she walked ahead of him after they were both out of the car.

Henry slammed the car door shut before following her slowly, the cigarette still between his fingers. When they entered the condominium unit, Crystal turned around and asked, “Henry, what are you—” Before she could finish her sentence, he grabbed her thin waist and pinned her against the wall.

were

was broad daylight, and

She raised her head

cheek and said hoarsely, “There’s just something I want to

tie with one hand, then tied

up and kneeled on the couch. “Is this how you ask questions, Henry?” she

her and

to the wine cabinet and finally chose two fine bottles of red wine-the kind. that would render one intoxicated

suitable for women.

blazer, revealing his white

and coupled with his long legs, he had an appearance

he was going to force her to drink, Crystal bit her lip and

the glass. “I want

drank a quarter of

bobbed, making him look particularly manly.

at him.

Her voice

fragrant wine. Crystal did not

stained

figure. It was very attractive to men. His lips were pressed against hers as he muttered, “Drink

this and whimpered, “Don’t

glass by her lips and made her

coaxed her into drinking the wine.

and

had been soaked in red wine. Her

back on the couch. Her wrists were no longer

leaned over to continue kissing

was

bit the back of her ear and mumbled, “Who’s

Crystal was drunk.

to sleep, but Henry

discomfort and choked out, “You’re

down to her chin. “How

was stunned by his own

he

“Henry, why did you stop kissing me?”

stopping

watery and filled with desire. It had been a long time since she had

beaded on Henry’s forehead and rolled

was so hot Crystal wanted to scream, but he held her waist and

eyes and muttered, “We kissed. That’s

abruptly pulled her closer.