The Billionaire’s Unexpected Treasure

The clock on the wall in the living room clicked, and the hour and minute hands pointed to 12 in unison.

Flora’s face was not a trace of tiredness, she got up without expression, it seems that he will not come back tonight.

However, just as she turned around to go upstairs, the door was thrown open and a whiff of alcohol blew in with the cold breeze.

Flora’s eyes lit up and she quickly turned toward the foyer.

Clayton stood in front of the door, his tall body gave a sense of invisible oppression, his hard brow was tightly furrowed, and his upturned peach blossom eyes looked coldly at the woman coming towards him.

Even though he was drunk, he still had a cold demeanor.

Flora hesitated, but took Clayton’s arm and whispered. “Come on in, it’s cold here. I’ll go get you …”

“Get out!” Clayton didn’t wait for Flora to finish, waved his hand violently, the disgust under his eyes flowed out without hiding.

Flora was thrown by this sudden force and stumbled, her shoulder knocked on the corner of the table, a burst of pain.

Clayton step by step, half crouched in front of Flora, cupped her chin and asked. “Flora, do you regret it?”

The smell of alcohol came to her face, Floras heart beat, and then avoided Claytons sharp gaze, and said faintly. “You’re drunk.”

Clayton is indeed drunk, otherwise he is not even willing to look at Flora. In the past three years, he was only willing to humiliate her when he was drunk.

Drunk? Flora blushed, suddenly remembering what day it was.

Three years ago, the day that woman left.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’m asking you if you regret it afterwards!” The force of Clayton’s hand increased, forcing Flora to look at him.

“No regrets, Clayton, I’d still marry you if I did it all over again.” Flora’s voice was not high, but her tone was unusually firm.

Clayton suddenly smiled, a smile that did not reach his eyes, and said in a grim tone. “You’ll do whatever it takes to marry me?”

“Yes, by any means necessary.” Flora laughed out a few miserable.

The next second, the sky spun, Flora was suddenly picked up by Clayton, striding upstairs.

Clayton kicked open the bedroom door and threw Flora onto the bed. Flora’s waist hit the edge of the bed and she let out a scream of pain. The man in front of her looked at her with scorn, he reached up and loosened his tie, and his cold words made Flora desperate. “If that’s what you want, then I’ll satisfy you.” The next second, he bullied his way up to her, his large, cold hands probing the hem of her skirt and ripping down her panties.

“What are you doing?” Flora struggled and slapped him, the crisp ringing sound was especially harsh in the quiet room.

“Isn’t that what you want?” Clayton roughly undid her collar, and the chill coming from her neck sent a shiver down Floras spine.

He kneaded her breasts with one hand and lifted her skirt with the other, rubbing it over the folds. Flora bit her lip tightly and passively withstood Claytons rough movements. She didn’t want to resist because she knew that resistance would only lead to rougher sex.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was indistinguishable from tears or sweat, and her eyes stared vacantly at the ceiling.

Clayton unbuckled his belt and released his penis. He grabbed it and rubbed it against Floras folds, and Flora shuddered. Clayton’s dick slammed into her pussy with a muffled grunt. His hands were braced on either side of Floras head, his dark eyes fixed on hers, and Flora twisted her head away from him, only to have Clayton grab her chin and twist it back hard.

Clayton sped up his thrusts, one hand vigorously rubbing her breasts, distorting them.

“Blair …” Clayton murmured a name, his movements suddenly much gentler.

Flora’s heart felt like a knife had been stabbed into it, and it hurt so much that her breath hitched.

“Clayton, wake up, I’m Flora, not Blair!” With a warning and vengeful pleasure, Flora said.

Clayton moved with an icy look in his eyes at the woman beneath him, and then became even rougher.

“You’re worthy to be compared to Blair? Flora, don’t you disgust me!”

Flora clenched her teeth and turned her head to the side not to look at Clayton.

How humiliating.

She was a substitute for another woman.