Chapter 7

Daniel took the opportunity to put his hand on Kimberly's waist. It was a bit sleazy, but he didn't dare to be too blatant about it.

"Thank you, Daniel."

Kimberly forced a stiff smile, shifted her hips to move away from his hand, but he took the chance to touch her again.

To others, it looked like a playful, flirtatious interaction.

"Daniel, I accidentally lost track of you yesterday and went home first."

Kimberly, holding back her disgust, smiled and placed a piece of beef on Daniel's plate.

"No worries, no worries. How could I hold a grudge against you?"

Daniel smiled sleazily and personally poured a glass of red wine, pushing it in front of Kimberly. "Kimberly, let's have a drink."

"Daniel, I was punished by Maya yesterday and caught a cold. I took some medicine before coming here, so I can't drink. You drink, I'll pour for you."

Kimberly immediately put on a pitiful look.

"Alright then."

Daniel downed the glass in one go, and Kimberly lightly clapped her hands. "Daniel, you're amazing. Such a good drinker. Have another one."

One glass after another, and soon the bottle was almost empty. Daniel was quite drunk, his speech becoming slurred.

"Daniel, Maya asked me to check on the cooperation you promised her."

Seeing the timing was right, Kimberly cautiously spoke up.

"Of course, no problem. As long as you make me happy, the cooperation is no problem."

Daniel put his arm around Kimberly's shoulder, leaning his whole body towards her, his face almost touching hers.

"Daniel, let's go to a room. There are so many people here."

Kimberly subtly pushed Daniel away and helped him stand up from his seat.

Daniel was already drunk and didn't refuse, staggering as he followed Kimberly into the elevator. Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a hand suddenly blocked them.

The next second, the doors reopened, and Vincent, dressed in a suit, slowly walked in.

At this moment, Daniel was leaning against Kimberly, his eyes glazed over, clearly drunk.

Kimberly's face froze, unsure of what to say, so she turned her head away, pretending not to see anything.

Vincent stood to her right, expressionless, as the elevator doors slowly closed. The elevator was unusually quiet.

Kimberly saw him press the button for the top floor, holding her breath the entire time, not daring to speak, unsure of what to say.

The elevator quickly reached the top floor. Kimberly dragged Daniel out, just about to leave when someone grabbed her arm, pulling her back into the elevator. Daniel was then kicked hard from behind, stumbling and falling to the ground, passing out completely.

Kimberly was cornered in the elevator, Vincent holding her waist with one hand and gripping her chin with the other. He easily pried open her teeth with his tongue, kissing her deeply.

Vincent seemed to have some emotions, using considerable force. Kimberly could only endure the pain on her lips, cautiously responding, which gradually made his actions gentler.

The elevator soon reached the top floor, but Vincent had no intention of letting her go. He lifted her by the buttocks and carried her out of the elevator.

"Coming to accompany an old man to a room, is this how you thank me?"

In the hallway, Vincent slapped Kimberly's butt, looking at her with a cold smile.

The slap wasn't hard, but it made Kimberly's face instantly turn red. It was the first time she had been spanked, and it was quite embarrassing.

"Didn't you say you had work to do?"

Kimberly didn't explain, just pouted, her voice still muffled, which made Vincent realize something was wrong.

"Got a cold?"

Kimberly nodded, then smiled and said, "But it doesn't interfere."

"You're quite diligent."

Vincent said as he opened the door to the presidential suite, Kimberly still hanging onto him, her feet never touching the ground.

From the entrance to the living room, then from the living room to the bedroom, Kimberly felt dizzy, waves of pleasure washing over her, waking her up every time she was about to fall asleep.

Vincent's penis inside her seemed tireless, stimulating Kimberly to the point where she had to beg for mercy before he finally let her go.

Kimberly fell into a daze and slept until the next day at noon.

The hotel room was empty, Vincent long gone.

Kimberly got up from the bed, her throat burning like she had swallowed a knife, her body aching as if run over by a car.

She picked up her clothes from the floor, got dressed, and after a quick wash, she went to the living room, picked up her bag, and took out her phone.

Sure enough, there were a bunch of missed calls, all from Maya.

Last night, Daniel didn't get Kimberly, so she would probably be scolded again when she got back.

Thinking of this made Kimberly feel irritated. She put away her phone and walked out. As she passed the dining room, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Kimberly paused, then walked to the door and opened it.

Vincent stood outside. They made eye contact for a moment, and Kimberly didn't expect him to come back.

"Leaving already?"

Vincent raised an eyebrow, looking Kimberly up and down.

"It's time to go back."

Kimberly didn't deny it, her voice hoarse.

"I'll take you."

Vincent handed her something, then turned and walked away.

Kimberly looked down at what he had given her. It was cold medicine, coffee, and a sandwich.

She felt a bit touched, but quickly realized that Vincent had climaxed with her so many times last night, knowing she had a cold, he had to show some care. If she thought too much about it, it would be her own lack of self-awareness.

Kimberly quickly followed Vincent, and they took the elevator down together, neither of them speaking.

When they reached the underground parking lot, Kimberly was about to get in the car when she noticed Vincent's slight frown. He retracted his foot that was about to step out.

Just as he was about to speak, Kimberly's phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID; it was Maya again.

Hesitating, she said to Vincent, "Mr. Watson, I just remembered I have something to do. Why don't you go ahead?"

She didn't want him to hear Maya scolding her. At the very least, she wanted to keep some dignity.

Vincent glanced at her, then without hesitation, turned and started the car, driving away.

Kimberly felt a bit speechless, watching Vincent's car leave before answering the phone.

To her surprise, there was no scolding. Maya's voice was much gentler than usual, just calmly asking, "Kimberly, why didn't you answer the phone? Are you still not feeling well?"

Kimberly felt a warmth in her heart, her voice hoarse as she replied, "I just woke up. I'm feeling a bit better."

"It's that serious? Where are you now? I'll send someone to take you to the hospital."