Chapter 96:
If he forced himself to have sex with me, with my physical strength, I would be no match for him.
Herbert did not continue with his next move. Instead, he got up from the bed, walked to the window and reached out to pull open the curtain. He turned to me and said, ‘Who said I’d have sex with you? I’m not an animal! Could it be that you can’t control your desires?”
At that moment a smug smile appeared on his face, as if he was laughing at me.
No! He was actually laughing at me.
I picked up the pillow and hit him with it.
“You did it on purpose!”
“Maybe you’re always thinking about things that have to do with sex.”
Herbert said with a smile.
As soon as I heard this, I immediately remembered that in his office he had thrown the underwear he had accidentally left on the bathtub on to the desk and said that I wanted to have sex with him. I answered him with the words he said, but I didn’t expect him to answer me with almost the same words.
I immediately rushed in front of him, pointed at his chest, and said, “You want to take revenge on me?”
Herbert reached out and flicked my forehead with a gentle smile.
“I’m just telling the truth.”
When I saw his smile, all my emotions melted away, and my heart began to beat faster uncontrollably. I turned to the bed and took out the things from my bag.
“I went to the mall to buy clothes and shoes today. I don’t know what kind of women your mother likes, so I want to leave a good impression on your parents,” I explained as I laid out my purchases.
Herbert’s voice softened.
“Really? I’ll help you choose what to wear tomorrow.”
Half an hour later, he picked out a pair of black harem pants for me, a white lace shirt, a black leather bag, and a pair of black high heels.
“This should be good—gentle and elegant,” said Herbert.
I looked at the clothes he chose. It was indeed a good selection, so I nodded.
“Okay, this one.”
Although I had chosen my outfit, I was still nervous. Before going to bed, I couldn’t help but ask Herbert, “I heard your mother is very strict?”
Herbert reached out and pulled me into his arms.
“You’ll know tomorrow.”
“I’m too nervous. How is your mother’s temper? What does she like to eat…” I asked a stream of questions.
“My mother…”
But before he could answer, he had already fallen asleep.
“Hey…” I nudged him. He showed no reaction at all. It seemed like he was truly asleep. I sighed and lay down next to him, but sleep wouldn’t come.
The next morning, I woke up very early. I dressed carefully, making sure my outfit was gentle and elegant, with my long hair flowing behind my shoulders. I was used to wearing black professional suits or casual clothes. This was a completely different attempt for me.
