Mr. Pretentious: Miss Valerius, He is Begging for a Title-Chapter 9: That Night, Did You Use Protection?

Chapter 9: Chapter 9: That Night, Did You Use Protection?
Eleanor Valerius was a bit afraid.
He’s really angry, how should she soothe him?
Otherwise, she shouldn’t even think about escaping tonight.
"Do you not know how to dance striptease? Or you only want to dance for your Young Master Drake?"
Sebastian Ford looked at her coldly, picking up the curtain remote control and asked, "Or do you think there are too few spectators? Should I open it?"
He would say it and do it.
This wasn’t a negotiation, it was a threat.
Eleanor smiled obediently and responded, "The money Master Ford gives, of course, I can only strip for you."
Without music, she danced here, her movements light, her waist flexible, clothes tossed to the floor one by one.
Though she felt ashamed, it wasn’t too unbearable.
Because the money Sebastian Ford gave can help her solve the problem, and she performed, it was a fair transaction.
Under the lights, Eleanor’s fair skin glimmered with a pink sheen.
Sebastian reflected on that night on the yacht as he watched her.
Beautiful women certainly have allure.
Yet a woman who’s both beautiful and smart can stir up a stronger desire to conquer.
Eleanor knew her limits when playing games with him, precisely because he couldn’t guess what she truly wanted, making him more intrigued.
"Come here."
Sebastian beckoned her with his finger.
Eleanor approached, suddenly pulled forcefully to sit in his lap, and his palm caressed her.
In the next instant, Eleanor tugged at his tie, covering his eyes.
"I’m done dancing."
She sat in his lap, like that night, her bare skin pressed against his suit.
The sensation of touch, now unseen, was even more intense, and his palm roamed her body by memory.
She was so obedient, he paused at her sensitive, ticklish spot to test, hearing her soft hum, seemingly satisfied, he smiled.
"This dance is worth the money, your fiancé will surely indulge in the enjoyment."
"I trust your taste, what you like, Jenson will definitely like too."
Eleanor was unsure if he was no longer angry.
After all, he hadn’t been polite just now.
Finishing the performance, she hurriedly dressed and left.
Returning backstage, Eleanor saw Flora Vaughn still there.
"Did you get the money? Hurry to the hospital!"
"Eleanor, are you alright?" Flora asked worriedly, "Did Master Ford bully you? Do you know him?"
She and Sebastian Ford... one could say they’re somewhat old acquaintances, right?
Eleanor urged Flora Vaughn to go to the hospital, and she herself prepared to leave.
Just then, the manager knocked on the door, asking her to deliver something for Flora Vaughn.
Unexpectedly, when Eleanor delivered the items to the lounge, she was startled by Dominic Drake bursting out.
"Pretty indeed."
Dominic Drake couldn’t resist wanting to use force as he saw Eleanor’s face.
"After you finish your striptease, are you going to accompany for the night? How much did the VIP guest pay for you overnight? I’ll pay double, you strip for me and serve properly!"
Eleanor hadn’t anticipated the manager betraying her for money.
"My benefactor is still waiting for me, someone with a background that Young Master Drake cannot afford to offend, I’m warning you not to touch me!"
Her steps quietly retreated.
This was the VIP lounge, with no one around, she had no way to call for help.
"Ha! A woman willing to sell herself, do you really think a man would give you status? They’re just wanting to play with you, something cheap that can be bought with money, I’m definitely playing with you tonight!"
Dominic Drake, consumed by lust, charged forward intending to grab Eleanor.
"Get away!"
Eleanor struggled desperately, fleeing to the door.
But was grabbed by Dominic Drake from behind, her hair violently pulled, her forehead hitting the table edge, leaving a wound.
In that instant, the image of Sebastian Ford flashed before her eyes.
Eleanor didn’t have time to get up, watching Dominic Drake about to reach for her clothes.
With a "snap," the room lights went out.
In the dimness, a tall, commanding figure lifted a leg and kicked.
Dominic Drake, sprawled on the floor crying, was unable to get up from that kick.
Eleanor, still in shock, was waist-hugged tightly.
The warm embrace, filled with security, was Sebastian Ford’s.
Eleanor leaned against his chest, breathing quickly.
Sebastian Ford led her away from there.
Before descending the stairs, Eleanor suddenly paused.
"Wait for me."
She turned back, returning to Dominic Drake’s room.
"Who’s there?"
Dominic Drake had just sat up, vision cloudy and unclear.
Eleanor picked up the vase on the floor, and smashed it against his head.
Dominic Drake let out a pained scream, fainting.
As she left, Eleanor triggered the fire alarm, alerting the bar staff to handle the situation.
Turning around, she saw Sebastian Ford standing opposite, watching her.
The fierce look in her eyes instantly became docile, Eleanor smiled sweetly.
"Was Master Ford worried about me?"
Sebastian Ford smiled.
He hadn’t expected Eleanor to return for revenge.
She definitely wouldn’t be controlled by the Valerius Family, beneath the obedient facade, lay a rebellious heart.
"If you suffer more injuries, I would feel heartbroken."
Sebastian Ford directly carried Eleanor out of the bar.
The black van stopped by the riverside.
Eleanor’s mind was chaotic, Sebastian Ford’s sudden gentleness seemed frightening too.
"You’ve been hurt, let me apply some medicine."
Sebastian Ford supported himself beside Eleanor, pressing firmly downward.
Was this treating wounds? Or treating her?
Eleanor held her breath, seeing Sebastian Ford’s handsome face close at hand, their warm breaths intertwined.
He gently wiped her forehead’s wound with a cotton ball.
"It hurts."
Eleanor’s voice was softly plaintive, accusing him pitifully, "You hurt me."
"Heh, does it hurt? Then I’ll be gentler."
Sebastian quickly leaned over, pinning Eleanor down onto the seat.
No matter how good a luxury car’s suspension is, it still makes a lot of noise.
Waiting outside, Mason Monroe was perceptive.
Brought medicine he bought, along with a box of contraceptives.
Sebastian Ford casually placed the items aside for Eleanor to see.
Eleanor’s ears turned red, and once Sebastian Ford finished treating the wound, he continued to pin her down, but didn’t end.
"That night, did you take any contraceptive pills?"
Sebastian Ford gazed at Eleanor beneath him, seriously saying, "You were so proactive and passionate at that time, I didn’t have time to use any safety measures."
As the first woman daring enough to plot against him in bed, and succeeding, she absolutely couldn’t have any chance to get pregnant.
Eleanor hesitated slightly.
"I did."
But she mustn’t tell him she didn’t take any contraceptive pills.
"Is the time still effective?"
Sebastian intentionally teased her, "I’m not asking about contraceptive pills, but about whether I can be your benefactor tonight."
"But, the dance is over."
Sebastian toyed with her hair between his fingers, watching her and asking, "Then what about my rescue just now? Where’s your thank-you gift?"
Sure enough, he wouldn’t let her off easily.
Eleanor blinked, suddenly grabbing his tie, and as Sebastian leaned closer, she pressed her lips to his.
Just like that night.
But Eleanor discovered her breath was chaotic, while he seemed quite composed.
Sebastian glanced at her flushed cheeks, wiped his mouth corner, and commented with an air of seriousness, "Your kissing skills are still failing, did Regina Jennings’ daughter learn none of the methods to tame a man?"
Eleanor was initially going to be angry.
If anyone else said this, it surely would be humiliating her.
But Sebastian Ford, he was the only man she’d been intimate with.
Even on the yacht that night she succeeded because he taught her, repeatedly, with his own mouth, he surely had the right to critique.
Eleanor bit her lip, her gaze alluring.
"Could you teach me?"
Sebastian Ford squinted, pinched her waist, and commanded hoarsely, "Open your mouth."