CHAPTER 46: CHAPTER 46: NO MORE OF THAT

Renee Winslow knew Jack Yates’s temperament all too well. When he asked her, "Do you want to try it?" he wasn’t actually seeking her opinion; he was just informing her.

Moreover, he told her because he wanted to hear her say, "I do."

If she said "I do," he would be happy because it meant she was complying with him.

If she said "I don’t," he would be unhappy and become even more relentless about that matter, making her cry and beg for mercy.

So she straightforwardly said yes, and put on an embarrassed expression. It wasn’t entirely an act; hearing something like "bathtub massage," which sounded quite improper, made her instinctively shy.

However, when she actually entered the bathroom and saw the "bathtub with massage function" Jack Yates talked about, she still blushed.

This, this, this...

It was even more embarrassing than she imagined, just too shameful!

The bathtub even had those things that could bind hands and feet on both sides...

And the so-called massage function, she glanced at the massage thing at the bottom of the bathtub, and it was so eye-scathing that she couldn’t bear to look any further and immediately turned her head away, not daring to look again.

This was not a massage at all; it was clearly...

Besides, she even suspected that Jack Yates made the massage thing according to his own proportions, just slightly downsized.

Renee Winslow blushed so hard it seemed like her face might bleed, turning her back: "I won’t use the bathtub anymore; the shower will do."

But Jack Yates didn’t give her the chance to refuse, directly scooping her into the bathtub, lifting her leg onto the edge, and pressed a button to start the water.

An hour later, Renee Winslow, red-faced and panting, was carried out of the bathroom by Jack Yates. The moment she was placed on the bed, she immediately wrapped herself in the blanket and rolled to the inside, hiding her head under the covers.

She never wanted to use that bathtub again, didn’t even want to think about it. However, the less she wanted to recall, the more those images flashed through her mind!

Now her mind was filled with scenes of lying in the bathtub; the more she thought about it, the faster her heart raced, and her breathing became erratic.

Feeling like she was about to suffocate, she flung off the blanket and glared at Jack Yates, embarrassed and annoyed.

Jack Yates stood with just a towel around his waist, unabashedly showcasing his hormone-charged sexy body.

He was about to get Renee Winslow some water, but upon seeing her resentful eyes, he turned back, braced his hands on the bedside, leaned down slowly, watching her with a half-smile: "Didn’t get enough?"

Renee Winslow was so angry and embarrassed that her mind went blank, blurting out: "You’re the one who didn’t get enough!"

Jack Yates directly laughed out loud: "Yes, I didn’t get enough; I still want more later."

Renee Winslow’s face turned even redder as she retorted, "Shameless!"

Jack Yates chuckled and patted her rosy face: "All I want is you."

That night, Jack Yates, under the pretense of "celebrating moving into a new home," clung to Renee Winslow, making love three times, four if you count the bathroom.

Even so, it was only because Renee Winslow had class the next day that Jack Yates held back.

Otherwise, Jack Yates wouldn’t have let her off, he would have appealing endlessly under the guise of "moving into a new home."

Before sleeping, Jack Yates held her, whispering in her ear, "We’ll make up for it on Saturday."

Renee Winslow was startled, quickly turning to face him: "Why should I? I don’t owe you anything."

Jack Yates kissed her lips: "You do, today’s moving into a new home isn’t auspicious with just four; it needs six to be lucky."

Renee Winslow angrily cast aside her rationality again, countering him: "Why not say eight then? Eight, eight, eight, which in business means prosperity for a big boss like you!"

After speaking, she saw Jack Yates squinting and smiling and instantly realized, regretting it to the point of wanting to explode on the spot!

Jack Yates mischievously smiled: "Right, eight is luckier!" He ran his thumb over her slightly pouting lips, "Owe me four times, make up two on Saturday, two on Sunday."

The next day, Renee Winslow entered the classroom just on time. Usually, she would arrive early to secure a good seat.

Her roommates all knew she had a boyfriend and lived with him outside, so they didn’t ask much when she arrived late.

After class, Renee Winslow messaged Jack Yates: [I was almost late to class today, you are not allowed to be like that again.]

Jack Yates had just finished a meeting and immediately replied: [Be like what?]

Renee Winslow replied, [No more of that uncontrolled behavior! Do that again, and I won’t stay over anymore.]

Jack Yates: [Are you threatening me?]