Chapter 3 Let's Go Dutch!

Shirley was crying and talking; meanwhile, she started to undress herself by taking her T-shirt off, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans.

Carlos looked more excited, since he didn't expect that the girl, thin as she was, was in fact quite plump with curves!

Shirley took Carlos's hand and put it on her body, "Senior, feel it. I'm not lying. I got the whole package."

"Damn it! Who is your Senior?" Carlos had to admit that the feel of touch on his hand was amazing, but man's dignity made him shout, "Girl, look carefully! I'm not your Senior. I'm going to be your man."

Carlos cupped Shirley's face in his hands, forcing her to make eye contact with him.

Shirley was drunk. Her eyes were blurry, giving out a childish air full of enchantment. Such a complex sex was irresistible. She stared at Carlos and melted into a pool of water in his embrace in which Carlos was going to drown.

"Look carefully. Who am I?"

Enveloped in the dim light, Carlos's handsome and profound facial features were fully exposed; his deep and passionate eyes were spilling over with a momentum of arrogance.

"Who are you?" Shirley felt giddy, realizing that this man might not be Senior.

"Carlos. Remember, I'm Carlos."

"Ca... Carlos." Shirley repeated his name obediently.

With the surge at dark night, the clothes were rudely torn apart and thrown away; the room was brimming over with charm and romance...

The next day, in the morning.

Shirley woke up in a daze. She moved her body gently and felt the soreness all over. "Err..." She found her voice hoarse and her throat painful after spitting out one word. Then, she looked down, feeling a strong arm around her waist.

Shirley was confused, turning to the owner of the arm and seeing a completely-strange man!

"Ah..."

Shirley jumped up and covered her ears, with her scream traveling through entertainment club.

Carlos was woken by her scream. He flinched his eyelids and opened his eyes slowly. He said impatiently, with his eyebrows raised, "What are you doing? Too loud!"

"Who, who, who are you?" Shirley grabbed the quilt to cover her body.

As a result, the quilt was covered all over her body, which left Carlos's enviable body out in the open. His light maroon hair was fluffy, the light yellow skin had smooth texture, and all the way down from strong pectoral muscles were 8 clear-shaped abdominal muscles and sexy Apollo's Belt. Lastly, the mysterious spot making her blushing and heart beating...

"Ah!" Shirley squeaked while covering her eyes, with her cheek warmed up rapidly.

Her heart was racing, yet she couldn't stop praising that this man was so handsome. Did she have the so-called one-night stand with this super handsome man?

"Ha!" Carlos sneered. He took Shirley's hand and pulled her toward him. Then, she rolled beneath him again. They were absolutely naked and open to each other. He asked, "Am I good-looking?"

Carlos's lips moved from Shirley's forehead, eyebrows, eyes and all the way down, sometimes a little peck, sometimes a hard kiss. The strange tremble made Shirley frightened.

"..." Shirley raised her leg to kick Carlos, wondering what he was doing.

Carlos reached out his hand and caught her ankle quickly. He said, with a wicked laugh hung at the corner of his mouth, "Well, want to kick me again? You've got one move only?"

"Let me go!" Shirley was captivated. She stared at Carlos to show her irritation.

Carlos raised his jaw; his Adam's apple rolled, which formed a beautiful arc. The green stubble made him a little wild and much more charming. He said, " It's your fault. Each time you say 'no, let me go.', but actually you mean'yes'. You're more enthusiastic than anyone else. "

What did he mean by saying 'each time'? Shirley was confused. Had she encountered this handsome guy before? No way. If she had encountered such a handsome man, she would definitely remember him.

Shirley was no fool, but she forgot that time they met at the airport. The sunglasses on Carlos's face prevented her from seeing his true face.

"Let go of me! I will attend classes!"

Shirley's struggling was nothing compared to Carlos's power. Instead, she felt more sore. Thus, she, powerless as she was, gave up.

After the sex last night, Carlos was more eager to get Shirley. Moreover, the physical fit was a kind of fate, which could be met not seek. For Carlos, he and Shirley, like a key and a lock, were perfect together.

He, obsessed with this kind of physical fit, was determined to get this girl!

"What's your name? How old are you? Which school are you from?" Carlos asked a string of questions when he held Shirley in his arms and pinched her fingers.

"Ha ha...", Shirley laughed stiffly. They didn't know each other's names. It was no doubt a one-night stand! She answered, "Jeanne, 20 years old, Art University." Among these answers, none of them were true except for her age.

"All right. Remember, I'm Carlos.", Carlos lowered his head to kiss Shirley on her neck and then stood up, asking, "Do you want to take a shower? Together?"

"No, you first." Shirley made a respectful gesture.

Carlos accepted it and went into the bathroom.

Shirley quickly climbed up, put on her clothes and checked out the room: so luxurious with a living room and a kitchen! How much did it cost for one night? Then she opened up her wallet to search for cash. It was only 300 yuan, and she doubted whether it was enough.

One-night stand was supposed to be paid separately, right? Nevertheless, Shirley wanted to preserve her dignity. Since she wasn't forced into this affair, it was necessary to go Dutch, or she would be regarded as a street girl.

Shirley left 300 yuan on the table, and wrote on the hotel note, "Let's go Dutch! Sorry, but I have only 300 yuan, which is half of my monthly allowance. It's all yours. If it's not enough, you pay a little more, because you are a man. Also, your technique is good. I had fun last night! "

Yours, Jeanne.

Having left the note, Shirley ducked low and tiptoed out of the room, and then ran away like a gust of wind.

When Carlos finished the shower and went out all wet, she had gone far away from the entertainment club. When he saw the words on the note, he got angry, "Ha..." His chest, fluctuating slightly, made an absurd laughter.

"How daring the girl is! What? Go Dutch? I had never slept with a woman and gone Dutch with her!" He thought.

"James!"

Carlos opened the door, and James stood respectfully at the door and answered, "Third Master."

"Did you see the woman clearly? "

"Yes, I saw her, but didn't you let her go?" James saw Shirley leaving, but he didn't stop her, because he thought she got Carlos's approval.