His Precious Love

Chapter 51 I Will Spank You

He walked straight over and tugged Rayna onto her feet.

“Hey, who the f*ck are you?” A man to the side instantly got bristled when he saw Curtis snatch her from his table without explanation. “Let go, or you will get it!”

Curtis shot out the bottom of his foot and sent the man crashing back into the booth. While keeping a firm hand on Rayna, he regarded the man with a frosty gaze. “She’s my friend and I’m taking her with me. Any objections?”

As he swept his eyes across the way, all four of them within his sight barely let out a whimper.

Merely being paid to do a job, they recognized that Curtis was not someone they wanted to mess with. Thus, they opted to slink off quietly into the crowd.

Cillian went up and slung Jessica over his shoulder. “Shall we go now, Mr. Faymon?”

That rubbed Curtis the wrong way. “She’s wearing a skirt. Do you realize how’s that going to look? People in the bar are going to start wondering what we’re doing if you were to carry her out like that. On top of everything else, this is going to cause her to puke later.”

Reflexively turning to check, Cillian saw that lifting Jessica that way was indeed rather inappropriate. He swiftly set her down on the couch and, with some unease, picked her back up in a princess carry.

He was about to run it by Curtis when he saw the latter holding Rayna up and forcing her to walk on her own. That got Cillian thinking as he inexplicably felt something amiss.

“Ugh… My head.” Seemingly in a daze, Rayna was enfeebled and unsteady on her feet. All she felt was that strong hand around her shoulder spurring her forward.

Shaking her head to clear her mind, she then cast her groggy eyes over. The person who was holding her seemed to tower way over her. With his lips pursed, he seemed so unapproachable, albeit in a familiar way.

“What are you doing here, you brat?” In those precious few seconds, Rayna mistook him for James and reached out to pinch him in the face. “Didn’t I tell you to go back to school?”

Her intoxication greatly boosted her grip, so much so that it really stung when she tugged at his cheeks.

Curtis was pissed. Never in his life had he ever been pinched in the face like that before. He slapped her hands off and shoved her straight inside the car after he opened the door.

Rayna wriggled her body in protest when she got tossed into the backseat. “Throw me around like that again, and you’re going to get spanked!” she mumbled in disgruntlement.

That left Curtis quite flabbergasted.

intention to stick her inside

and set her inside his

if clocking this much overtime isn’t tiring enough, I’m still

a bat out of hell. Although the road was even, the suddenness of those rapid braking at traffic lights finally

license? Get your act together, brat.” Mildly irked after having to endure that helter-skelter braking for the umpteenth time, Rayna reached over the backrest to the front and rubbed Curtis’ face between her palms. “We’re going be so screwed if the traffic police were to

his body sideways and out of her grasp, Curtis then regarded her frostily.

took advantage of the litheness of her body to squeeze through the gap between

the man bellowed in surprise while he

regarded him gleefully. “You’re

“brat”, he reckoned that she must have mistaken him for her younger sibling. That only

he would have liked than to

bump felt against the rear of the car threw Rayna’s upper body forward, but the effectiveness of the seat belt yanked her back into the seat. “Hey,

stole a glance through the rear-view

distance behind them was close enough that he was able

Jefferson Hamilton.

expectant that Curtis was looking back toward him, Jefferson let out a smirk. He then

to a stop,

car next to mine? Get rid of

“Yes, Mr. Faymon.”

rear. While he tailgated Jefferson, he also started honking at the latter

as the traffic grew heavier. Finally, he seemed to give up, driving off

Not good. Can’t hold it in anymore.” Rayna suddenly held a hand to her mouth as though

crept over Curtis. He skidded the car to a halt by the roadside, but only in time to see Rayna empty the contents of her stomach onto the car’s mat with aplomb. She even used her sleeve to wipe off

putridness began to permeate the insides of

importance of that woman, however, he held his breath and opened up all the windows. Then he resumed driving

expression never left Curtis’s face even upon

off the car, he then patted her on

a number before she conked out once more. She looked rather ridiculous clinging onto him with her softness pressed up against

desire was