Protected: THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 121 – 130

THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 121 – 130

AN HOUR LATER*

Emory is currently in the bedroom, tucked gently in bed with her eyes closed.

The duvet is not over her, and her panty is not back on, just one of Levi’s shirt which barely covered her thighs, so her pu$$y is still visible to Levi’s eyes.

He’s sitting at at the foot of the bed, on a chair, and his eyes are on her.

He actually took her here since she passed out on him during the tonguing, and he had to clean her up with a wet towel.

He already knew she’d pass out, and that’s why he didn’t bother to stop when she began crying like a kid.

If it’s what she needs to take her mind off what that fûcker Fred did to her, then they’re just starting.

He’s ready to do this everyday till she’d be able to take his cock eventually.

He took another look at her open legs, and that sent hardness to his dîck, but he rubbed his crotch to calm down.

He waited three years before getting here with her, so what’s few more weeks?

He stood, covered her with the duvet before getting his phone to dial Natasha, his agent.

She picked as fast as lightning.

“Any progress?” he said grimly.

“Finding Fred is like looking for a needle in the haystack, it’s not that easy but I’m surely working. There’s a new update though” her manlike voice said.

“Yes?” Levi replied, and that same moment, Emory’s eyes opened in bed.

She sat up, and immediately she saw him speaking on phone, she went still, covering herself.

Levi almost scoffed as he watched her struggle with the duvet.

“Fred had a wife and daughter in Germany, but none of his family knew about it. The wife died in an accident but the daughter is nowhere to be found too. If she’s alive, she should be in her early twenties by now” Natasha informed on phone.

“Cool” Levi replied and hung up.

“Who were you talking to?” Emory asked immediately, not moving from her position.

Levi walked up to her, climbed the bed and pulled the duvet from her.

She tried to pull back, but he’s stronger, and immediately he pulled it away, she couldn’t hide the shade of red on her cheeks when he beheld her middle again.

“Don’t hide it from me, it’s mine now” he said, kissing her ear.

She melted into the bed, and he pulled her head to his chest, rubbing her ear slowly.

She calmed down, wrapping her arms on him as she listened to his steady heartbeat.

“Xhen is a Chinese name” she said.

“I had a Chinese mum…her name was Xusan” he replied, and she smiled, loving his warmness.

“Had?” She looked up inquisitively.

“She died after pushing me to life” he replied, and the sparks in her eyes died immediately.

“I… I’m sorry”

“Don’t give me that shitty pity look” he replied seriously, and she returned her head to his chest.

“Is that why you don’t get along with your father? He probably thinks you killed his wife. He must have loved her so much” she whispered.

“Not just that…I had a senior sis. She died in an accident when I was 5” he replied, and she raised her head again.

She’d had to hold back from saying sorry for the second time.

“I’d have loved to meet her” she said.

“No chance” he replied, and despite the darkness he tried to coat the words with, she couldn’t help but notice sadism in his eyes.

“I grew up with uncle Reginald and his wife Kara, and I stayed home for four years after the accident that took Silver away, I couldn’t talk to anyone. I was alone, in my dark room” he said.

Emory didn’t blink as he talked.

It’s like he’s now opening all the chapters he has been refusing to open for her, and she wants to cry for him.

He lost his mother, sister, and his father blames him.

She could imagine his woes, and she slowly raised her hand to his face, stroking his jawline and soothing it with her small fingers.

His eyes softened as their eyes hooked.

“You have me…ok?” She said, and that manic smile appeared on his face again.

“You’ll run away from me when the time comes, but no matter how mad you run… I’ll chase” he said.

“There’s no reason for me to run. You already told me all your secrets” she replied, shifting to his laps.. she straddled him.

The straight look is still on his face.

“Ok?” She muttered.

Her hand fell from his face to his shoulders when he pulled her in, smudging her breàsts before claiming her lips like the owner.

Emory sighed into the intimacy, but her sigh turned to a gasp when he slipped his hand under her, inserting one finger into her heat.

“Fûck…Xhen!”

“Yes…fox” he replied, giving it to her slowly.

As his finger moved in and out of her, he couldn’t help but feel her slipping away.

He could just feel it… Greatly.

But he has made up his mind, not even death can take her away.

He’d fight death to the hottest pit of hell.

This tiny girl right here, she’s HIS.

THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 121 – 130

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