Sweet Sexy Lover

Chapter 30 If I Am Destined to Lose

She shook her calf restlessly, trying to take it back from Enrique’s palm.

The more frequently she moved, the more tightly Enrique held.

He fixed his dark eyes on her, who breathed unstably, and asked deeply, "Why?"

Christy’s eyes twinkled and she turned her head away awkwardly and shyly, "I don’t know, you… I feel

very uncomfortable."

She spoke bluntly, only to notice that she had used the wrong word after speaking.

She was about to correct when Enrique’s deep and charming voice came into her ears.

"Well? Uncomfortable?"

Turning her head, she met Enrique’s thick and muddy eyes, and her heart was slightly startled.

"Want to feel comfortable?" Enrique voice suddenly turned deep and hoarse, and he leaned forward to

dive for her.

Their faces were very close, their noses pressed against each other, their breaths swirled around each

other, their lips were close together with only a few millimeters away, and their breath was clear and

tangled.

Christy’s breathing was not so smooth at all. Enrique was so close to her, which made her heart beat

faster because of the inexplicable tension, and her delicate hand subconsciously grasped the snow-

white bed sheet.

The fragrance exhaled by her was all inhaled by Enrique, and the pure and elegant girly breath made

him a little addicted.

"Want it?" This time his voice was hoarser than just now, seductive.

There was something imaginative in his words.

Christy pretended not to hear and looked down to avoid his eyes, saying, "Do you have wine?"

Enrique narrowed his dark eyes, "Want to be roaring drunk?"

Christy twitched slightly her lips, "Can’t I drink down sorrow? Do you have or not?"

Enrique fixed his dark eyes tightly on her for a while, and said deeply, "Go to the living room to take in

person."

"Thanks."

After thanking him, Christy pushed Enrique away, enduring the pain in her feet, got out of the bed,

opened the bedroom door and walked out with bare feet.

There was an exquisite bar counter in the living room, where there were various famous wines on the

wine rack. She took the opened wine and two transparent goblets on the side.

She took the opened wine because she didn’t know how to open the wine bottle cap.

Entering the bedroom, she looked at Enrique who sat straight on the leather sofa with a mysterious

expression.

"Could… Could you have a drink with me?" She said after hesitating for a while.

Enrique glanced at the wine in her hand and his eyes turned a little dark, "Want me to be roaring drunk

together with you?"

Christy bit lightly her lips, walked over to put the two goblets on the end table in front of Enrique and

filled them with wine.

She picked up one of them. Seeing Enrique didn’t take up the goblet, she said nothing but closed her

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The alcohol level seemed to be a bit high. After drinking, she felt dizzy and her throat was hot and

uncomfortable.

She coughed and her tears flew down because of the wine.

Enrique glanced at her faintly and picked up the other goblet, "If you are capable enough, drink this one

too."

Christy glimpsed him who looked unfathomable, gritted her teeth, took over the wine and drank it off,

enduring the pain on her throat.

This time she coughed more violently, and became dizzier.

She thought of Susie’s curse, Albert’s threat, cousin’s taunt and being forced to be married with an old

man…

Tears flew down from her big eyes and the sadness in her mind made her serve herself another goblet

of wine.

When she took it up and was about to drink, Enrique’s deep and cold voice came into her ears.

"If you dare to drink further, I will throw you into the wine jar."

Christy was already a bit drunk, "Into the wine jar? Well, I don’t believe."

When she about to drink after speaking, the goblet in her hand was robbed by a big palm.

"My goblet."

Christy was in a trance. She looked left and right and fixed her gaze on Enrique’s hand.

"My goblet. Give it to me."

She leaned forward but fell into Enrique’s embrace because of losing her balance.

She looked up at his seductive and dark eyes, half narrowed her filmy eyes and began to praise him,

"Does someone tell you that you are really good-looking."

Her slender fingers began to trace his profile, and she opened her lips, "Why are you so handsome?"

Being drunk, she blushed lovely, like a blooming rose, so beautiful that it almost took Enrique’s breath

away.

Staring at her face, Enrique deepened his eyes, "You are drunk."

"No." Christy shook her head lightly and then lowered it down. She thought of her grandma at the

nursing home, with tears swirling in her eyes.

In a few days, grandma would have an operation, but she couldn't afford the huge sum of operation

fee.

She didn’t forget Albert’s words. If she didn’t marry President Carey, he would definitely ask the nursing

home to stop providing medicine to grandma, let alone paying the operation fee.

Besides mom who had disappeared when she was very young, she had only grandma as a family.

She had insisted so many years for grandma and she didn’t want to give up now.

But she knew if she didn’t compromise, Albert and Susie would definitely force her. Maybe they would

tie her up and force her to date the old man.

She believed that they would definitely do these things.

Even if Susie and Albert let go of her, Dylan might not let her slip through his fingers.

She preferred to give out her virginity now before being violated by an old man or others.

When she looked up at Enrique again, tears had blurred her eyes, "Is something destined to be lost?"

Before he could answer, she continued, "If so, I prefer to give it to you."

Although she knew him not long ago, he had helped her, saved her and was the man she wanted to

thank most.

At least at this moment, she didn’t feel regretful to give her virginity to him.

Because of her words, Enrique’s eyes darkened and he suddenly narrowed his and charming eyes,

"Do you know what you are talking about?"

"Yes. I prefer to give myself to you rather than to be violated by an old man, but you have to remember

that I am the active one."

After speaking, she summoned the courage to put her arms around his neck and kiss him.

She didn’t know how to kiss, so she was not a good kisser, only moving her lips on his thin lips.

The tears in her clear eyes flooded out again and flew down along her cheek to their clinging lips.

Tasting the saltiness of her tears, Enrique fixed his dark and deep eyes on her face bathed in tears.

Narrowing slightly his deep and dark eyes, he suddenly raised his hand to put it on the back side of her

head, and kiss her tightly.

Christy was a little shocked but she didn’t flinch and tried to kiss him.

His kiss was a little heavy and forceful, which made her mouth full of his breath, strange, manly and

clear.

His breath was very clean without any smell of tobacco, which meant he didn’t smoke.

His kiss was more and more violent. Christy was almost suffocating because she didn’t know how to

take breath.

Enrique left her lips, and his hot and thin lips slid to her ears, enveloping her with his hot breath, "Are

you sure to give yourself to me?"

Deepening his eyes, he continued, "It’s not late for you to regret now."