There was a complicated yet addictive taste in his mouth.
The aroma of pure white wine was mixed with a hint of indescribable fragrance.
Jasper felt his body heat up as the fragrance and the aroma of the wine entered his throat from his mouth.
Jasper felt rather dizzy after drinking two more bottles of white wine in such a new method. All he knew was that the moment Celine got up, his heart felt empty along with the loss of weight on his lap.
He felt an urge to pull her back, to have her sit on his lap obediently and not go anywhere.
Then, Celine said something that caused Jasper’s head to snap up.
“What now, are you scared?”
Celine teased as she looked at Jasper with a shine in her eyes.
With that, Celine slightly leaned down to close the distance between them. Celine’s face was so close to Jasper’s that not even the harsh winds could dissipate the romantic air between them.
“Or perhaps, you want to do it here?”
A pair of fair and soft arms fell on Jasper’s shoulders. Celine half knelt and half squatted before the man, asking her question in such an amorous and attractive posture.
Jasper did not know whether this was caused by the influence of alcohol or if it was something else, but he grabbed one of Celine’s snow-white and flexible arms. He flicked his wrist so that he could hold her hand in his. “It’s exciting on the rooftop of the Empire State Building, no?”
“I don’t want to catch a cold,” Celine spoke and then pulled Jasper to his feet from the sofa. Leaning her chin on his shoulder, Celine spoke by his ear, “My body feels weak. Carry me downstairs, I can’t move.”
Standing up, the harsh breeze cleared a considerable amount of Jasper’s drunkenness.
Celine leaned into Jasper’s ear to speak again, seeing how the man had yet to make a move. “Are you a man or not? I’m going to hold this over your head for the rest of your life if you bail on me now. I already told you I don’t need you to take responsibility.”
“Not everything is up to you once they happen,” Jasper warned.
Celine scoffed and taunted, “Come on, then! As if I’d be afraid of you.”
‘Motherf*cker!’
Mr. Laine was a man and he had never once backed down in such a situation in either of his lives, albeit he had spent his previous life as an apple-polisher.
Throwing all rationale and consideration out the window, Jasper princess carried the woman who was leaning against him. Her soft gasp at the movement stroked Jasper’s ego.
“It’s too late for you to regret now.”
Jasper then kicked the rooftop doors once he was done speaking and made a beeline downstairs.
A moment later, in the Empire State Building’s underground car park, Jasper followed Celine’s instructions and found a car waiting for them. There was a young woman sitting in the driver’s seat. She was most likely the assistant or driver Celine had brought along.
Jasper was too lazy to ask so he threw Celine inside and got in behind her.
“Four Seasons Hotel, I’ve already booked a room,” Celine spoke.
Shock flashed through the other woman’s face when she heard Celine. After all, Celine had never been so intimate or taken such initiative with a man before.
She did not dare ask more, opting to start the engine instead. With its roar, the car came to life and left the underground car park.
The scent of wine filled the car compartment and the temperature rose. Both Celine and Jasper were flushed.
Not even opening all the windows in the car could quell the frustrating heat within them.
Celine leaned against the chair and reached out to put an arm on Jasper’s leg. At the same time, she instructed the other woman, “Drive faster.”
The only difference between a beauty and a wh*re was that the former could spark a desire within a man with the simplest actions and words.
