Mr. Pretentious: Miss Valerius, He is Begging for a Title-Chapter 62: He Taught Her Naughty Things

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: He Taught Her Naughty Things
Eleanor Valerius had a sweet and pleasant voice.
To Sebastian Ford’s ears, it sounded like a gentle, teasing caress.
"Does it hurt already? I haven’t even used any strength."
Sebastian looked down at Eleanor’s delicate body under his control, his hands applying a light pressure, just to hear her soft moans.
"Hmm... are you giving me a massage or punishing me?"
Eleanor playfully glared back at him, watching his palm knead her lower back.
"I’m serving you, isn’t Assistant Valerius satisfied?"
Sebastian’s tall frame knelt beside the bed, leaning over willingly to massage her.
The smooth sensation beneath his hands stirred a flicker of desire in his eyes.
"Is this your sincerity in paying the tuition?"
"Then, Master Ford, you should ask yourself, were you satisfied last night?"
Eleanor accused him, "Seducing the little maid for pleasure at night and expecting Assistant Valerius to perform well during the day, my waist... really can’t take it."
Recalling her passion from last night, Sebastian chuckled happily.
"Last night, you were the one enjoying while lying down, I was the one working hard, you clung to me but complained I’m harsh, being a lover is really difficult."
"If being a lover is hard... then don’t be one~"
Eleanor blinked, deliberately acting coy, "You only pamper the little maid; this uncherished Assistant Valerius should sensibly leave."
She made a move to get out of bed, but swiftly, Sebastian pressed her back to lie down.
Through the clothes, his scorching body heat pressed against her, oozing with aggression.
"Leaving? Not interested in learning anymore?"
Sebastian didn’t give her a chance to leave, skillfully removing the obstructions of clothing.
Soon, Eleanor fell completely under his control without any barriers.
His reaction scared her.
"Mr. Ford... my waist really hurts, please don’t be too harsh..."
"Assistant Valerius likes it gentle, I’ll restrain a bit."
Sebastian’s hoarse voice promised, and the kiss that followed was surprisingly tender.
His long fingers slowly threaded into her hair, holding her nape, coaxing her to tilt her head, aligning with his kiss.
For a brief moment, Eleanor was truly captivated by the amorous tide he stirred.
The transaction and calculation with him were real.
However, the process of make-believe becoming reality was genuinely pleasurable for her.
In her instinctive response, overwhelmed with desire, Sebastian’s kiss had once again claimed her completely.
Even his demands were forceful, yet tinged with tenderness.
"Am I harsh?"
Sebastian asked teasingly by her ear.
"Se... Sebastian..."
His gentleness was more terrifying than his harshness.
Eleanor regretted.
...
The rain of passion had ceased.
Eleanor nestled in Sebastian’s embrace, calming her breath.
He smoked a post-coital cigarette, his left arm holding her.
The White Jade Ring on his thumb pressed against her sweat-glistened skin, leaving a red mark.
"Assistant Valerius, having paid the tuition, now it’s time for your lesson."
"Wait, I..."
She hadn’t quite recovered yet.
As Eleanor looked up, she saw Sebastian, with a satisfied and debauched look, genuinely start teaching her serious matters.
Yet under the covers, he still held her, maintaining an intimate and ambiguous posture.
The lingering warmth around them hadn’t dissipated.
Sebastian, insisting on using a hoarse voice to feign seriousness, taught her project management skills.
No choice, Eleanor could only bite her lip, striving to stay calm and make an effort to understand and remember what he was saying.
Sebastian, in his entire life, had never taught anyone.
It was only Eleanor whom he taught both in bed and out.
"Have you learned?"
Sebastian’s large hand, holding her, began to restlessly wander.
Already slow to react, Eleanor was further distracted by him.
"Well, I learned more of the improper things than proper ones."
"Do you want me to teach you again?"
Sebastian’s lazy, enticing voice said, "The tuition will be double."
"No... I can’t afford it."
Eleanor instinctively reached out to resist his pressing form, softly muttering, "I also don’t want to waste Mr. Ford’s time, asking you to give me a massage. I still have to digest what you taught me, I can’t waste the tuition I paid."
"For what you learned properly, practice it with Jenson Lancaster. For what you learned improperly, you can only practice it with me in bed."
Suddenly, Sebastian patted her through the blanket.
"Shall I carry you to the bath?"
"You go, I want to sleep for a while... "
Eleanor lay down, resting her head on her arms, unable to resist drifting into sleep.
She had a bad feeling that she’d be a frequent visitor to this lounge in the future.
Sebastian didn’t force her, got up and went to take a shower on his own.
At the same time.
Outside the CEO’s office, several department managers were anxiously waiting with documents in hand.
"Assistant Monroe, what important thing is Mr. Ford busy with? Everyone’s waiting for the document approval, can you ask him?"
Mason Monroe knew everything, but he couldn’t say anything.
"Just wait, Mr. Ford doesn’t like to be rushed."
He didn’t dare to pressure either; if he disturbed Mr. Ford’s mood, no one could bear the consequences.
...
After work, Eleanor, having caught up on sleep, finally went to meet Jenson Lancaster.
Knowing that she had received the tender invitation letter, Jenson was practically ingratiating and flattering.
"Eleanor, you really are a blessing to the Lancaster Family. If Mr. Ford gives the Lancaster Family an opportunity, you must have worked very hard for it."
For some reason, what Eleanor thought of was the effort in bed.
"Jenson, if the Lancaster Family is well, I’m well too."
Before handing over the tender invitation letter, she signaled with her eyes and received the 200,000 check from Jenson.
"With you by Mr. Ford’s side, there will surely be many more opportunities in the future. Eleanor, as long as you can help the Lancaster Family secure major project contracts, whatever you want, the Lancaster Family can give you."
Jenson was now blatantly striking a deal with her.
"Alright, I’ll work hard for the Lancaster Family."
Eleanor hid her disdain beneath a cheerful facade.
To free herself from Regina Jennings, she had to use the Lancaster Family as a stepping stone; she couldn’t afford to lose this one chance!
"Jenson~"
At this moment, Sharon Sinclair appeared, pretending to have encountered them by chance, accompanied by a somewhat familiar middle-aged man.
Noticing Eleanor’s puzzled expression, Sharon intentionally mentioned, "Mr. Campbell still remembers Third Miss Valerius, right? She used to accompany you for drinks."
"Of course, I remember, Third Miss Valerius’s beauty is unforgettable."
Mr. Campbell’s smile was lecherous.
Eleanor recalled that he was a guest Regina forced her second sister to accompany; she had only seen him.
Her sharp gaze fell on the triumphant Sharon, who shamelessly sought to discredit and humiliate her once more.
Indeed, Jenson’s smile stiffened, showing his concern.
For Jenson, the shame of Eleanor supposedly cheating on him was unbearable.
"Oh, I remember meeting you too."
Eleanor squinted casually, "At the time when you were kneeling in front of Master Ford’s car, begging to see him but being refused, Mr. Campbell’s sniveling made quite an impression on me."
Hearing this, Mr. Campbell’s face changed drastically, questioning, "How do you know that?"
"Because I see Master Ford every day."
Eleanor smiled, with a chill in her eyes, "Mr. Campbell, do you want to see Master Ford? Try begging me, because if I call him now, he will appear."
"You can’t possibly..."
Sharon instinctively pointed at Eleanor, trying to refute and expose her bluff.
Suddenly, Eleanor directly contacted Sebastian Ford.
He answered almost immediately.
"Hello?"