Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 13

Amelia opened the car door, left the car, and shut the door.

Amelia executed a series of seamless actions, giving Patrick the strange feeling of being 'just a driver' to her.

Staring at Amelia who was about be out of his sight, Patrick could no longer suppress the rage burning within. With a stomp on the gas pedal, the white sports car zoomed out like lightning. In less than two seconds, it caught up with Amelia. When it swept past her, the exhaust gas left behind made her cough like she was trapped in a fire.

Seeing Amelia's distorted expression from the rear mirror, Patrick grinned as he seemed to have found an outlet of his anger.

On the other hand, after fanning away the pungent gas with her hand, she cursed, "Crazy b*stard!"

Oasis was the largest and most well- developed entertainment centre in Northville, a paradise for those who indulged themselves with luxury.

Charles Sullivan, William Rhodes, and Patrick were the major shareholders behind Oasis. Even though Patrick had been overseas for years, his name was often among the management in Oasis. That was his 'VIP pass'.

Once the lobby manager heard the Patrick's name, he hurriedly led the way.

After stopping outside a VIP room, the lobby manager respectfully asked, "Mr. Hopper, do you need me to greet you in advance?"

"No need. Leave me."

The lobby manager did not dare to stay, so he scurried away with his head low.

Patrick reached for the doorknob and pushed open the door, neon light converged on him.

Apart from his suit jacket hanging around his arm, he wore a blue shirt and a pair of black trousers, which made his long legs seemed even longer. Most people might feel jealous just to look at his face, like the masterpiece of the world's greatest sculptor.

A man with great charm found what the fuss was about, stepped forward and gave Patrick a fist bump. "It's been a long time since we last met, but you look like you've never changed!"

"You are not bad." Patrick turned his eyes and asked again, "By the way, where's William?"

Charles squinted his eyes. "You know how he is. He left when he heard his lady's not feeling well. Abandoning his boys, shame on him."

"Yea, that sucks." Patrick agreed with a faint smile.

Charles pulled Patrick into the room and said, "Forget about him. Look who is a big boy now. Just got married and now you're back in game! Will'd never have the balls."

Patrick shook his head, believing that it was true love between Charles and his wife. How was it the same with an arranged marriage like him and Amelia?

Walking around the long couch, Patrick saw a beautiful girl lying on the sofa in a mini dress. Some of the buttons on her dress were undone, showing a great amount of bosoms.

When the girl saw Charles, she tilted her head and said softly, "Hey baby." Her eyes were mysterious like the Orion with long eyelashes. Her slightly opened pink lips was yearning for his passionate love.

Patrick turned to Charles and asked, "Your girl?"

Charles held the girl's waist with his arm and said, "There's one more reserved just for you."

Charles pulled down the curtain in front of him. Behind the curtain was a box made out of frosted glass, and inside the box a woman in a white dress doing a performance around the steel pipe with bare feet.

The woman started her dance as she hooked on the pole with her left leg and let the music control her body. Water sprinkled down her head. She swung her wet hair and pushed open one side of the box with both hands. Her wet white dress had become an extra layer of her delicate skin, enjoying their gaze.

Patrick fixed his eyes on the girl, only to find that white dress was the only piece of clothing on her...

When the woman walked towards Patrick seductively, Charles took a sip of his cup of wine and asked, "So?"

"What?" "Interested in trying her out?"

"Not at all."

Charles' smile froze. He carefully observed Patrick and found that he was not even a bit aroused, like a monk in mediation.

At this time, the girl in white was about to snuggle into Patrick's arms but the only thing she found his ice-cold rejection. "You're all wet. Don't touch me!"

She fell out of character as she had never encountered such strange customer. No man would resist getting to her better after the dance with water.

If Patrick were not the co-owner of Oasis, she would have given him the finger and walked away.

Charles faked a cough and signalled two call girls to leave. "Your wife must be something! So good that she tamed the beast inside of you, Patrick."

Patrick gave Charles a subtle unaffectionate smile. For some reasons, when he laid his eyes on the delicious body of the girl, there is nothing but disgust in Patrick's head. All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

However, he soon put the blame on the girls at Oasis. "I can't get a boner out of whores."

"Fine. Let's find you a Virgin Mary!" Charles simply called the staff to find a new one.

A few minutes later, a young girl followed the manager in submissively. She introduced herself as a new girl at Oasis. In addition to a slightly exposed uniform, she just put on lipgloss with a rosy shade of blush, pure like a white rose.

With Charles watching closely, Patrick pulled the girl's arm and led her sit down in the middle of the sofa. The girl's whole body was shaking, nervous but mostly relieved that Patrick seemed to accept her.

After all, it was undoubtedly a once- in- a- lifetime opportunity to give her virginity to the CEO of Roxxon and owner of Oasis.