Mr. Pretentious: Miss Valerius, He is Begging for a Title-Chapter 111: Sweetheart, I Want to Love You

Chapter 111: Chapter 111: Sweetheart, I Want to Love You
Eleanor Valerius never imagined that a drunk Sebastian Ford could be even scarier!
He wasn’t fierce; instead, he was clinging and uncontrollably affectionate.
Intense emotions spread and devoured as their skins touched in intimacy.
She wasn’t sure if Sebastian had noticed her hesitation and was deliberately tempting her.
Since that day at the old Ford Family mansion.
She had been worried about not being able to withdraw from their fake love affair, fearing she had developed unwanted feelings for him.
Especially since Sebastian had been very busy, they hadn’t spent another night together.
His drunken indulgence tonight was a long-lost tenderness.
"Baby, you are mine..."
Sebastian’s alcohol-tainted lips kissed her until she lost consciousness.
Eleanor couldn’t even hold back her lips, feeling both physically and mentally disoriented.
What should she do...
She didn’t love him, couldn’t love him, didn’t dare to love him.
Yet Sebastian insisted on entangling with her.
...
The lingering aftermath slowly faded.
Eleanor, like a fish out of water, was left only with breaths to catch.
Sebastian’s drunkenness was also sobering up.
His large hand gently brushed away the sweat-dampened hair by her cheek, then leaned down to kiss the tear at the corner of her eye into his mouth.
"Sweet."
It wasn’t sadness that made her cry; her weeping always brought him great pleasure.
Tears were even more influential in bed.
"Good girl."
"Mm..."
Eleanor softly responded to him.
At this moment, Sebastian’s kisses began to spread again, insatiably intimate.
The long, endless night.
"I want to continue loving you."
...
o’clock the next morning.
Eleanor was awakened by the vibrating phone under her pillow.
She was so tired that she couldn’t open her eyes or lift the phone.
Snuggled against him, she only moved slightly, with the soreness in her waist and legs spreading and remnants of last night’s intimacy lingering in her breath.
Sebastian rarely got drunk, as if his prized self-control had briefly slipped.
He couldn’t distinguish if it was the alcohol or Eleanor that deeply intoxicated him.
Both seemed to be enjoying the morning warmth.
But suddenly, Eleanor realized her resignation to succumb and opened her eyes in clarity.
In close view, Sebastian’s handsome sleeping face lost its usual sharp dominance, revealing a lazy, casual charm.
She remembered how last night he had called her a good girl with a hoarse voice, clinging to her, whispering sweet nothings.
The joy at that time was replaced by waking fear.
Eleanor lightly bit her lip, inexplicably laughing at herself.
Was she really so deprived of love?
She couldn’t help but crave the love Sebastian offered in bed!
Lust between a man and a woman.
What he wanted was just physical, but what she wanted was simply bold and unrealistic.
Eleanor took a deep breath, reminding herself.
Wake up!
Your entanglement with Sebastian ends when you get off the bed.
He enjoys you, you use him; that’s the only fair transaction!
Suddenly, Eleanor slowly got up from Sebastian’s embrace.
As the soft control left, Sebastian frowned slightly in displeasure, still not fully awake.
Eleanor went directly to the bathroom to shower.
In the mirror, she couldn’t wash away the kiss marks Sebastian left all over her body.
But she could sober her heart, steeped in tenderness, in time to withdraw to avoid sinking deeper.
When she came out, she donned a robe as the clothes strewn on the floor were unwearable.
The chaotic room bore witness to last night’s battle.
Eleanor sighed lightly, returning to the bed, only able to call Mason Monroe to bring over clothes for her.
Suddenly, Sebastian grabbed her hand as she tried to get up, slowly opening his eyes.
"Why aren’t you sleeping? Didn’t even wait for me to shower?"
His freshly awakened hoarse voice revealed no emotion.
Hearing this, Eleanor leaned in close to his face, coaxing him with affectionate proximity: "I wasn’t tired last night; it was all on you. You should sleep a bit longer. You’ll have a headache when the alcohol wears off, and I’ll personally prepare breakfast."
Sebastian squinted his eyes meaningfully, not releasing her hand.
"In what capacity are you serving me now?"
"Last night, Mr. Ford called for Assistant Valerius."
Eleanor rubbed against his thin lips, smiling and saying, "Overtime isn’t new, but next time you get drunk, I might have to consider turning you down. You’re too clingy."
She deliberately emphasized Sebastian’s drunken loss of control last night.
Thus, she could conceal her own shivering excitement.
"I’m not clingy to anyone else, only to you."
Sebastian candidly admitted her accusation.
But now, the role of the one in control seemed reversed?
It was he lying in bed, with Eleanor looking down at him?
Was last night’s loss of control really that severe?
Recalling it, however, left him nothing but fulfillment, with no regrets.
"Doesn’t Assistant Valerius like it when I, as your boss, seem to obey you? An obedient lover is quite interesting, right?"
"Of course, I like it so much that I’ll call for help~"
Eleanor teasingly replied to him, knowing it was all an act, with no emotional engagement!
At this moment, a Ford Family bodyguard knocked on the door outside.
"Master Ford, your clothes have arrived."
Eleanor got up to open the door, standing in front of the bed, unconcerned by Sebastian’s heated gaze, dressing in front of him.
"Does Mr. Ford want to rest a bit longer? I’ll contact Mason to delay the work at the company."
"Ha, you worried I’d overwork?"
Sebastian suddenly got up, walking towards Eleanor unabashedly.
At this moment, Eleanor stood in front of the full-length mirror, her eyes meeting his perfect physique without avoidance.
Unexpectedly, Sebastian embraced her intimately from behind.
"Last night, you were the first to beg for mercy. A lover can still love you more."
Eleanor felt the danger and coyly pleaded, "Lover, spare me. Don’t eat me, let’s have breakfast later."
The two were in an extreme pull for dominance after the fact!
Unaware, they were both losing at love.
As Sebastian went to shower, Eleanor went out to prepare breakfast.
But when she stepped out of the elevator with breakfast, she unexpectedly ran straight into Byron Ford coming out of another elevator.
"Uncle Byron?"
"Eleanor Valerius? What are you doing here!"
Byron Ford rushed over, realizing he missed important news due to being drunk the previous night.
He hadn’t expected to investigate Sebastian’s woman only to find it was Eleanor!
Eleanor stood rigidly, holding her breath.
This is bad!
Was her relationship with Sebastian about to be discovered?!
Byron pointed at her, then towards the direction of the presidential suite, speaking with a puzzled expression: "The woman who got a room with the third master last night was you..."