Come With Me

Chapter 214 I Want You

At first, Rogelio refused, but later he couldn't resist their enthusiasm. He looked at me again and said, "Okay, I'm really happy today. Let's have a drink."

Tyrone smiled and said, "Right. If you don't have a drink here, we will feel that we haven't satisfied you. This wine is made by the villagers themselves. Have a taste of it."

Tyrone said as he poured a glass of wine for Rogelio and then picked up another empty glass, intending to pour some wine for me.

"I don't know how to drink. Don't count me in," I refused.

Tyrone advised, "You can drink a little. You won't be drunk."

Rogelio helped me by saying, "Jasmine is not in good health recently. She really can't drink."

Tyrone stopped insisting that I should drink the wine after he heard what Rogelio said.

Everyone poured the wine into their glasses, and the other village officials began to have small talks with each other. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

"Thanks to Mr. Luo's help, many children in the village can go to school now, and the children in other villages nearby can also come to school."

Rogelio promised, "From now on, the books and tuition fees of these children will be paid by our Ivey Group. We hope that those children who can't afford to go to school can receive education."

I've heard a lot of thank and praise words from the villagers, and several village officials also persuaded him to drink a lot. Originally, Rogelio only wanted to drink one glass, but unconsciously, he drank four or five glasses of wine.

After three rounds of drinking, someone tentatively said to Rogelio, "Mr. Luo, there are a lot of local special products here. But because of the poor traffic, we don't have the ability to process them, so they are still unsalable. We know you have rich experience in the business world, and we want to know if you have any good way to guide us in doing business."

With a faint smile, Rogelio rubbed his temples with one hand on his forehead. "I can't drink too much. I seem to be a little drunk now. After driving for a whole day, my wife and I are indeed a little tired."

Tyrone said in a hurry, "Since you are tired, let's talk about it tomorrow. You should go to bed early. We have prepared a room for you next door. The condition here is naturally not as good as your condition at home. Please forgive us."

"It doesn't matter. We don't mind."

Rogelio held my hand and stood up. Tyrone took us to the next room.

There was a double bed in the next room. Although the bed was not new, it could be seen that the bed sheet and quilt cover were new.

There was a TV at the foot of the bed. It was an old TV, not a popular LCD TV.

In addition, there were only two wooden chairs in the room.

Tyrone said apologetically again, "You can see our conditions are really limited. We didn't entertain you well. We are sorry."

"It doesn't matter. It's good enough."

"Then you can have a rest first. I'll arrange the ceremony, and the leaders of the county are also going to participate in our ceremony this time."

"Thank you for your concern. We came all of a sudden this time, and you have to make the arrangements for us."

Tyrone said politely again, "You are all busy. It's not easy for you to spare some time. You can have a rest first. We'll talk about the details tomorrow."

Tyrone said goodbye to us and left the room.

The room suddenly became quiet, leaving only two people, Rogelio and me.

With a blush on his face, Rogelio looked at me vaguely.

I felt a little uncomfortable under the gaze of him, so I avoided his eyes and asked, "Are you thirsty? I'll get you a glass of water."

When I was about to turn around, Rogelio pulled my hand and pulled me into his arms. As a result, I lost my balance and his arm wrapped around my waist.

I fell on his leg.

I was frightened by the sudden intimacy and wanted to stand up subconsciously.

But his arm was so powerful that I couldn't move a little.

Seeing that my face was a little hot, Rogelio put his face on my back with a smile.

His cheek rubbed against my back. "It feels so good."

I called him in a panic, "Rogelio!"

Rogelio held me tighter and said, "Don't call my name. I want to hear you call me honey."

"I..."

"Are you still blaming me? You are blaming me that I haven't recognize you earlier. It's my fault. You were right in front of me, but I didn't recognize you."

I shook my head. "No, I didn't. I didn't blame you."

"If you really don't blame me, just call me honey, okay? I want to hear you call me."

I still couldn't open my mouth. I always felt very uncomfortable in my heart.

"Rogelio..."

I wanted to leave from his legs first, but when I only said one word, I felt an unbearable itch on my waist.

I couldn't help laughing, and my body curled up because of avoidance and powerlessness.

"No, Rogelio, it's itchy. Please don't..."

But he didn't stop. He continued to scratch my waist.

When I felt so itchy, Rogelio pressed me under his body. For a moment, my eyes met with his eyes.

His body pressed on me, making it difficult for me to breathe.

And I could clearly feel that his breath was getting faster and faster.

My heart was beating fast and I began to feel scared.

"Rogelio..."

All of a sudden, he kissed me on the lips.

My breath stopped.

"Do you still want to call my name? This is a punishment."

His kiss was not as soft as his lips. I curled up to avoid his hot kiss.

But I had nowhere to escape. No matter how I twisted my body, I would be captured by him successfully.

He pressed my wrists with his hands, and his eyes became greedier and blurred.

"Do you want to call me honey or not? If you don't call me honey, I will keep kissing you like this."

I was flustered.

I chose to compromise, stumbling out the two words from my throat, "H... honey..."

Rogelio raised his head slightly and looked at me with an unsatisfied smile in her eyes. "Say it again. I want to hear it."

I swallowed and said, "Honey."

The smile at the corners of his mouth spread. I thought he would let me go and give me a little time to breathe, but I didn't expect that he bent down and kissed me more affectionately.

He kept sucking my lips. The hot kiss made it difficult for me to breathe.

I wanted to push him away, but my hands couldn't get rid of his hands.

When I was almost unable to breathe, his lips slowly moved down and kissed me on the neck.

His breathing became heavier and shorter. "Honey, I want you now!"