My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence did not sit on the couch for long. She scrambled to her feet and stood up with effort. She glanced around the room with confused eyes and her face contorted. What is this place? Where is she? Her head was full of questions but the most important one was - where is the toilet? She felt like throwing up.

Florence covered her upset stomach and managed to make out the direction of the bathroom. She hurriedly staggered there and opened the door. Without even thinking, she rushed in and started to search for the toilet bowl. Yet, the first thing she saw was not the toilet, but a man’s pale skin, strong muscles and perfect lean body. She was immediately startled.

What a handsome man. And he had great body! Florence blinked and looked at him in a daze. She even nodded. “How big.” Ernest did not look good at all in the middle of shower. He was taking a shower and he could not possibly imagine Florence would suddenly invade in. Invading aside, she even stared at him like a pervert. And staring aside, she even made a comment! Didn’t she know what her words mean towards a man?

“Get out!” Ernest criticized with a coarse voice and instantly took a towel from the side to cover his body. Florence became a little unhappy at once. “Take it off, I can’t see it.” As she said, she even came forward and snatched the towel away.

Ernest’s body went so stiff that he looked like a giant iceberg. And something hot was going to burst out of that iceberg. His handsome face went gloomy. He seized the towel back and took two steps backward, warning with a low voice, “Florence, don’t mess with me even if you’re drunk! You can’t handle the consequence.”

How would Florence who was drunk and befuddled understand his meaning? There was only one thought in her jumbled up mind. She snatched the towel away and continued looking at it with enjoyment. She was not yet satisfied looking.

two steps forward while staggering and once again stood before Ernest up close. She lowered her head and looked at the towel

the fire of lust was burning stronger and stronger inside him that almost went out of control. He could not

while seizing Florence’s hand with his other hand. He lifted her head with force to force her looking at him. With a brooding look, he said

of course.” She said his name out clearly and seemed to like him very much. She even wore a

waist the moment Ernest’s let down his guard. She blinked and looked at it full of surprise like a child stealing

was a gloomy look on his face, an unnatural blush also appeared. Florence seemed to be intrigued. She was not satisfied in just looking and had even extended her finger and poked it. Ernest’s froze, yet Florence smiled. “It’s

Ernest blew his top and he completely lost his control. He no longer cared about their relationship or the distance they should keep, he was so enraged that he only wanted to do the business with her

tear her apart and engulf her. Florence was slightly startled. She blinked in confusion and felt uncomfortable from the bite on her lips. Was he bullying

then, Florence opened her mouth once again and engulfed all of his lower