His Unveiled Passion

Tessa ended the call, and Stephen said, "You don't need to pay for your friends. I've already waived all their expenses."

"That won't do. They came out to accompany me last night, so it's only fair that I thank them by treating them to something nice," Tessa explained.

Smiling, Stephen replied, "Alright."

After a while, Naomi called again to check in on Tessa and ask if she was feeling any better. She only felt reassured after Tessa told her that she was fine and was already feeling much better.

Tessa proceeded to spend the whole afternoon with Stephen.

Stephen's villa had a private home theater, equipped with a ceiling filled with faux stars, massage chairs, plush couches, and even a bed.

They had chosen a classic romance movie and sat in their respective massage chairs. There were carts filled with pastries, snacks, and drinks beside them.

Tessa enjoyed the massage while watching the movie. Sighing contentedly, she exclaimed, "This feels so good!"

"Tess," Stephen suddenly called out to her.

Tessa turned to him and asked, "Yes? What's wrong?"

"Why don't you come work out with me at the gym later?"

"I don't want to. I want to enjoy myself," Tessa rejected him almost immediately.

Amused, Stephen retorted, "You should work out a little. Otherwise, your stamina won't hold."

Tessa immediately caught the hidden innuendo and blushed. "Stephen!"

He burst out laughing, seemingly in a very good mood. In truth, Tessa was in great shape. She had done some training before, so she was considerably fit.

Once Stephen had gotten a taste of Tessa, his desire for her had only intensified. Besides, his stamina and strength far surpassed that of ordinary men.

He would go at it for at least three rounds, and each would last incredibly long. Even when Tessa cried out that she had had enough, he still wouldn't stop.

Stephen had always treated Tessa with gentleness and patience, except when they were in bed.

Ignoring him, Tessa turned her focus back to the movie.

smiled to himself. It was

was currently pinning Naomi against the bedroom

held her tightly in place, not allowing her

and lost herself

there was a knock at the

them

mother, Mary Wright, called out from the other side

something wrong with Mary's tone. It

"Mimi", while calling

character for her. Naomi's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly composed herself and

word

wet wipe to wipe away the lipstick smudges on his lips. Then, she quickly turned to

she quickly murmured, "My mom probably has caught on to something. Just

of it if anything happens," Quentin

she knew that

of the bag, she was not

Mary standing outside with

but before she could finish her

with a crisp

echoed

her hard in her fury and could not

turned a vivid

check on her, his heart

on her cheek, tears pooled

and

Naomi to stand behind him, Quentin met Mary's eyes and said calmly, "Mary, I was the one who made

If you're mad, you should

have no right to control what you do, so I can only deal with my daughter. You should just tell your

discipline Naomi, but you can't hit her

Mary looked at him as fury flooded her gaze. "She's my daughter. What I do to her has nothing to do with

turned cold as he said, "She's my girlfriend. It's my duty to protect her. Mary, no one can hurt her with

you're supposed to be her brother! What you two are doing now is called incest!"