Chapter 492 Plans For The Night
Just as I hung up the phone, Mom’s voice traveled into the ward before I could exit. “Now that you’ve married into a wealthy family and are living a luxurious life, won’t you take pity on your brother? You have people waiting to butter you up every day, but Steven is struggling. His life is miserable.”
Mom must have overheard the phone conversation just now, which explained her bitter tone. My footsteps came to a halt as I turned to look at her. Though I was seething with rage, I kept my expression blank and replied impassively, “Mom, if that’s what you think, then I have nothing to say to you. I have other business to handle. I’ll leave first.”
No matter what I said, Mom would have a way to redirect the conversation to the fact that I refused to spoon-feed Steven. I was tired of quarreling with her. It was pointless to waste my breath arguing something I could not win.
I strode out of the ward before Mom could reply.
I was still fuming by the time I left the hospital. It bothered me that Alicia, who I barely knew, would shower me with affection when my biological mother never even spoke to me with such warmth. In times like this, I had trouble wrapping my head around the dynamics of my relationship with Mom.
At noon, I called Michael to tell him that Alicia had invited me to her house for dinner tonight. He was unfazed by the news as if he had known early on.
Fortunately, he agreed to accompany me to the dinner.
With much time to kill, I decided to visit his company and wait for him to leave work.
All of the company staff appeared to be aware of our relationship status, so they greeted me with enthusiasm—save for a few female employees.
They shied away from me, probably out of fear that I would seek revenge for all the distress they brought upon me in the past.
However, I prided myself on being magnanimous, and I didn’t want to stoop to their level. Since they worked for Michael, it was only a matter of time before they got a taste of their own medicine.
Michael was focused on his work when I arrived at his office. I knew that he had a heavy workload, so I decided against disrupting his flow. Instead, I took a seat on a couch nearby, pulled out my phone, and scrolled mindlessly through the applications.
I understood that it was a nuisance to be distracted when one was in the zone, and I could tell from the tottering tower of files on his desk that he was drowning in work.
“It’s so kind of you to let me concentrate on my work,” Michael teased, breaking the silence. His eyes glimmered with amusement as he raised a brow.
“Well, would you rather I pester you all the time and stop you from working? I’ll have you know that I’ve always been understanding,” I retorted, pursing my lips to feign annoyance.
“Come here,” he ordered. A cheeky smile played on his alluring lips, indicating that he was in a pleasant mood.
“What for?”
My brows furrowed with displeasure, but I still complied and approached him.
Once I got near, Michael wrapped his fingers around my wrist and yanked me toward him. I lost my balance and fell into his lap.
My face burned with embarrassment. I moved to get up, but his arms snaked around my waist, trapping me in his embrace.
“Don’t move!” His irritated voice rang behind me. I could hear the dominance in his voice that demanded my obedience.
“Michael, what are you doing? You’re still at work! What if someone barges in here and sees us like this?” I exclaimed frantically.
I could not bear to imagine the mortification of being caught in this suggestive position.
“What are you afraid of? You’re my wife. Isn’t it natural for us to act this way?” Came Michael’s flippant reply.
My worries were insignificant in his eyes. I supposed that his nonchalant disposition was to be expected. After all, he was never one to care about how others viewed him.
“We may be married, but this sort of behavior in the company will still stir up gossip.” I tried to reason with him.
His response had left me flabbergasted, but I struggled to escape his embrace regardless.
“This is my company. Anyone who dares to gossip behind my back is asking to be fired. Anna, when will you stop being so shy? Do I have to wait for the right time and venue to be intimate with you?”
His large hand seemed to sear my waist as he tightened his grip on me. Dissatisfaction colored his voice.
Despite his cold exterior, Michael craved closeness and affection. It was a fact that I had known for ages.
I was well aware that he would become upset if I continued to act prudish, so with a resigned sigh, I relented and stopped squirming.
Realizing that I was giving in, Michael broke into a smile that reached his eyes.
He made no further advances and read through the documents with me in his arms. However, moments later, I felt something hard poking at my bottom, and the culprit seemed to come from between his legs.
After many exciting nights between the sheets with him, I knew exactly what that was. My heart beat erratically. Surely this man is not getting turned on now?
“Michael, I think I should get up. It’s probably uncomfortable to read documents with me on your lap,” I chuckled nervously as my expression stiffened. Michael’s desire was like kindling—it would burst into flames from the tiniest spark.
“Feels pretty comfortable to me,” he murmured into my ear. His voice was thick with desire, and I could feel the rumble of his chest against my back.
We had just done it last night. Not even a day had passed, and he was already itching for another round. Michael’s appetite was insatiable.
“Michael, we’re in the office…”
Anxiousness seized me. History had proven that Michael would let his second head lead him with no regard for consequences.
Even so, I had to be subtle and choose my words carefully. I knew that Michael would be irked if I rejected him bluntly.
“And what about that?” Michael shot back casually. His lips brushed against my earlobes when he spoke, sending shivers down my spine.
However, as desire surged through me, alarm bells rang in my mind.
“Michael, could you please stop it? Can’t you wait until we get home tonight?”
His hand began to wander up and down my body. My heart leaped into my throat, and I fought to speak to him conversationally.
“And what awaits me at home? Why are you being so vague?”
Michael was hell-bent on keeping up the ignorant act. He pretended confusion when in reality, he knew what I was implying.
I did not reply. My heart hammered against my ribcage as I felt the thing beneath me grow harder. I was still in Michael’s lap, and our current position only fueled my fear that he would soon succumb to lust.
“Why are you being so quiet all of a sudden? Answer me. What waits for me at home tonight?”
