4. Seeing Everything Without Censored

"I don't want to marry you! Get those filthy hands off of me, Mister Fremantle!" Chantal spat fiercely after consciousness regained control of her after the shock of hearing Jordan's words.

The man shook his head and tightened his arms around Chantal's slender body. The twin rounds on the woman's chest were pushed so that they appeared in front of Jordan. "Very exciting, isn't it?" the man hissed, staring openly at Chantal's precious asset.

It felt like Chantal wanted to slap the face of the perverted man who was hugging her indecently. "You son of a bitch! Disgusting. Lowly!" Her anger peaked as the time she had to live with Jordan passed. It was apparent they were like cats and mice who hated each other.

Jordan's laughter echoed in his luxurious penthouse. Chantal's anger is adorable to him and provides entertainment for him. He happily planted kisses on the face of the woman thrashing in his strong arms.

"Your face is as red as a ripe tomato, Chantal Darling. How ridiculous!" teased Jordan as if he was enjoying the annoyance of the beautiful green-eyed woman.

Because she didn't want to provide free entertainment for Jordan, Chantal stopped rebelling and chose to remain silent. However, even that was still a misstep. Jordan carried her slender and beautiful body towards the bed.

"Hey, what do you want to do? I don't want you to rape me. Stop it!" Chantal shouted, struggling and demanding to be removed from Jordan's arms.

Jordan roughly threw Chantal's body onto his bed. Then he crawled up to the woman to scare her. Looking into Chantal's frightened eyes was like a magnet that made him want to keep coming closer.

"Don't do anything stupid or—"

"Or what, Beauty? Want to scream? What do you want to threaten me with, huh?!" said Jordan, holding Chantal's hands above her head. He lowered his face and caressed the pink lips with a tongue swipe.

Chantal's presence in his penthouse ignited a forbidden passion within Jordan. However, he felt it was not the time to do anything more intimate with that woman. So he teased her by opening the front of the woman's shirt and then caressing Chantal's body, which was responsive to his touch.

"Your moans are very sexy, Darling. I love hearing them, like an angel's song that penetrates my sinful soul!" seduce Jordan, which is half the truth.

"Let go of me," Chantal refused, even though her body craved Jordan's touch, which intoxicated her senses.

Jordan knew that, too, but he didn't want to satisfy Chantal's desires and got out of bed. "Take a shower. You can choose your party dress in the walk-in closet next to the bathroom door," said Jordan, then walked to his desk, leaving Chantal looking messy on the bed.

After exhaling roughly, Chantal rushed to the bathroom. She admired Jordan's impeccable taste in the interior and furniture of his penthouse. All complete toiletries are neatly arranged on the sink table like 5-star hotel facilities.

Chantal took off her wrinkled clothes and went into the shower box to shower. She stared at his right wrist, which was red-purple-bluish in the splash of warm water. She rubbed the shower gel with the fresh, masculine scent of musk and sandalwood onto her skin.

The sound of gurgling water from the bathroom made Jordan wonder what the woman's figure would look like without a cloth covering her under the rushing water that wet her. Must be very erotic, he guessed. Jordan typed a message to his lawyer to make him a prenuptial agreement and marriage contract for him and Chantal Brickman.

"Click!" The sound of the bathroom door being unlocked made Jordan suddenly look there.

The beautiful woman with brownish blonde hair came out of the bathroom door wrapped only in a white towel. Jordan's male desire seemed to rebel at the sight of this forbidden sight. However, he endured it firmly. Jordan exited his work chair and followed Chantal to his walk-in closet. He leaned against the door frame and studied her silently.

Chantal didn't realize Jordan was there. The woman was selecting and assessing the beautiful dresses on the hanging rack. She chose an ankle-length halter neck sequin dress in a maroon color.

She removed the towel wrapped around her body until it lay on the floor, and Chantal casually put the dress on her body. When she had difficulty closing the back zipper of the dress, a pair of hands helped her from behind, making her gasp.

"How long have you been here, Jordan?" asked Chantal, who was blushing, turning her back to the man.

"Since you chose this beautiful party dress from the start," Jordan answered lightly. He kissed Chantal's open shoulder, "Good choice, this dress suits you, Darling."

"Did you see everything uncensored just now?" Chantal asked, ignoring Jordan's praise.

The man chuckled because he was caught carrying out his hidden action earlier as if he was peeking at Chantal changing clothes. "Wonderful body, Chant! I liked what I saw earlier," he answered, admitting his actions without feeling embarrassed.

Chantal's left hand rose to slap Jordan. However, it was caught by the man. "Don't let your other hand get a hematoma, too, Chantal. Be nice to me. Wait for me to shower, and then we'll go to the party!" Jordan said calmly, without emotion.

"Hmm ... go take a shower. I'll wait for you while you get dressed," Chantal answered, pulling her hand out of Jordan's grasp.

They came out together from the walk-in closet and then parted ways. Jordan walked into the bathroom without closing the door. Meanwhile, Chantal unpacked her suitcase to get her make-up tools before being forced into the bathroom to put on makeup opposite the sink mirror.

The sound of whistling and humming songs can be heard between the patter of the shower water. Chantal, still dressed up, smiled, amused to listen to it. He hoped Jordan wouldn't be rude to her at the party. The guy was quite fun and had a good sense of humor. However, perhaps remembering Chantal's father's mistake, Jordan was often triggered and suddenly wanted to explode in anger.

The shower faucet was turned off, and shortly after, Jordan emerged from the shower box with a white towel wrapped around his hips. He whistled as he stared at that beautiful reflection in the mirror. "Wow, are you a clothing designer and not a model, Chant?" Jordan commented while standing behind Chantal, who was applying red coral lipstick on her plump lips.

"Yep, just a designer, and I'm more comfortable working behind the scenes, Sir. What time should we leave?" replied Chantal, who had finished dressing. She glanced at the dark, hairy, muscular body in the mirror's reflection.

"I'm going to get dressed and dressed. Wait on the sofa, Honey!" Jordan answered without mentioning their departure time for the party. He didn't care even if the party was over when they arrived.

So Chantal obeyed the dominant man's orders without arguing and stepped into the middle of the luxurious penthouse to wait for Jordan while watching TV.