Lost in You novel Chapter 4

I never thought that I would meet James again. In this environment, I quickly dodge my eyes and find a more serious man sitting next to each other.

He meets me here, what would he think of me? I hold back my loneliness, and I don't know why I care about the man I have only met.

James squeezes the glass, his eyes are getting more and more fierce. I simply stop looking at him, and flirting with the man sitting next to me.

We have to know everything to do in our business, otherwise we don't even have the ability to escape.

"Sir, do you want to drink?" I try to calm myself own, put on a smile and pick up the glass.

The man smiles, stretches out his hand and hold my glass, and drinks all the red wine.

"Your hands are so tender." His eyes grew hotter under the ambiguous light, and his hands slowly moved down.

"Pop!" Something broken.

"James! What's wrong?" Everyone looks over.

I glance at him hurriedly and find that James's face is dark. It is estimated that he feels angry.

"You." James suddenly stands up, inexplicably angry, "Come with me!"

Everyone looks at us somehow.

"Is this what James fancies?"

"Shut up!" James's eagle-eyed eyes glance at me secretly, "Why not come here?

I restlessly get up and quickly follow him.

He pulls me directly into the men's bathroom.

"What!" I struggle angrily with my hands.

I can’t move in the small and tight space in the toilet, not to mention the guy in front of me is holding my hands on both sides of my body, and my body is close to his.

I could see his anger in his eyes, and his frosty face scares me to shrink my neck.

"Are you a prostitute?" James says uncertainly, her face tight.

I smile charmingly, "Don't you all see it? I'm picking up customers."

James's eyes are a little deeper, but the body is getting tighter and tighter, so tight that I can feel the firm and smooth lines of his body, and the fiery and restless body is presended before me.

He probably wants to fuck me again.

"Sir, you want me?" I stretch my fingers and rub his throat, deliberately groan, making myself behave more like a prostitute.

"Hey, this is good."

Their wretched smile is accompanied by the sound of water flowing from the faucet, and I try to suppress my streaming.

"You guess, do they know I'm fucking you now?"

The body is weak and dizzy, and it is only at this moment that the reason for James's anger is clear. He seems to care more about my identity.

There is a closing noise outside the compartment, and they left.

"I, I am not..." I bite my lip and say, not knowing why, I don't want him to misunderstand me.

I give my first and second times to this person, and I don't want him to think that I am such an indecent woman.

"Aren't you?" James looks at me with some doubt.

"I'm not—" I just want to explain.

"You go to the toilet, shit! A reporter is coming in!" The outside suddenly becomes very noisy, "What the hell are you doing! Go get her quickly!"

They are looking for me! I am found as a reporter! How to do?