Chapter 786:
That fantasy felt tame compared to reality. His pulse thundered as he bent down, wrapped his arms around her, and drove deeper.
With each movement, he found places inside her that made her gasp, her body reacting before she could speak.
Panic flickered in her eyes, and she suddenly blurted out, “Don’t—don’t finish inside!”
Wesley’s jaw tightened as a raw groan escaped him. Just before tipping over, he pulled out, shuddering as the wave hit him.
He collapsed against her, completely spent. His chest rose and fell, sweat cooling against his skin.
The air between them was thick and humid—a quiet reminder of what had just passed.
Wesley’s face showed the deep satisfaction of release as he traced slow, tender circles along Elena’s back. In a lazy tone, he asked, “Elena, did it feel good for you?”
Elena was still catching her breath, clearly stirred from their intense encounter. A mild annoyance flickered across her face as she responded to Wesley’s remark.
A soft chuckle escaped Wesley, his mood unexpectedly lightened. Any previous irritation seemed to melt away.
Underneath the cozy covers, he kept his arm tenderly around her, pondering her earlier words. “Consider being my girlfriend,” he gently suggested.
Feeling less discomfort, Elena shifted away and sat up. “Right now, that’s not on my mind,” she replied, her eyes on the clothes scattered around.
However, Wesley swiftly pulled her back before she could reach for her garments. A frown marred his face, puzzled by her apparent disdain—something unique in his experience.
Silent from his vexation, he watched as Elena freed herself and began to dress.
“Think over what I’ve offered, Wesley. I’m heading out now,” she said firmly.
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He watched her leave decisively, frustration mounting.
The once cozy, warm ambiance evaporated swiftly.
Sitting back against the bed, Wesley lingered in the residual warmth she left behind, reflecting on the lost moment.
He lit a cigarette, his features obscured by swirling smoke, his face a mask of turmoil.
After the intense encounter, Elena retreated to freshen up in her room. Deep into the night at the Harper villa, only Louis was awake, engaged in a heated online debate using a secondary account.
The film A Dream Within A Dream had not only surpassed a billion in box office earnings but also garnered critical acclaim. Louis had shared a celebratory image from the director on social media, which triggered an aggressive response from a troll accusing the project of plagiarizing a foreign novel.
Louis initially dismissed the accusations as typical internet trolling. However, this troll was persistent, not only criticizing the director but also casting aspersions on Lena, the screenwriter, accusing her of plagiarism.
Bombarded by relentless accusations, Louis felt compelled to engage. To avoid any backlash on his heavily followed main account, he logged into an alternate account to reply directly.
The troll commented, “A Dream Within A Dream is nothing but a ripoff! It tarnishes Houis! Everyone should shun this plagiarized film!”
Louis typed back, “Enough with your baseless claims! Where’s your proof?”
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