Trapped with the CEO

Chapter 8 Blue Island Mall



The room temperature rose sharply, and the romantic atmosphere spread every inch around them.

Wait! Was he serious? Not until then did Lola become afraid and know that she really shouldn't have challenged this man...

She could not say a word, as Harry was kissing her on the lips. Both of her hands were held over her head by Harry's big hand. She could only fretfully shake her head to express a protest.

Her protest, however, was ignored. Lola was so frightened that she swore she would definitely be a good girl in the future.

Was it too late?

She was under the effect of drug and had sex with him without knowing what was going on last time. But she was sober-minded at the moment, though she had taken some red wine. What could she do? What should she do? The man had started stroking her while Lola was still thinking about what to do.

She felt pain and subconsciously bit his lips. A light smell of blood spread between their mouths.

"You got me angry. It is you who seduced me last time. And you called me Mr. Escort? And 250 dollars? And you slapped me? Lola, you owe me a lot! It's time for you to repay now." Harry said in a hoarse whisper in her ear, not minding the blood on his lips at all.

This woman not only compelled him to save her with arrogance, but also became violent-tempered now.

Did she think that he was easy-going?

"Boss, it is my fault. I make an apology to you now. Please let me go!" Alas! Everyone should pay the debt sooner or later. It really could not be blamed on her that she thought him a male prostitute, neither that she slapped him.

"It is too late!"

Lola's abuses with varying volumes gradually turned to soft panting and begging for mercy in the bathroom.

Before they went to sleep before dawn, Lola swore at him, "Beast!" Harry bore what she said in mind again.

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They had planned to get a marriage license the next morning. But plan changed as Lola didn't get up until two o'clock next afternoon and found her man not lying next to her then.

Being tired, she got up to take a bath. The bruised sexual marks on her body made her suspect that the man she was going to marry was a beast.
The room temperature rose sharply, and the romantic atmosphere spread every inch around them.

Wait! Was he serious? Not until then did Lola become afraid and know that she really shouldn't have challenged this man...

She could not say a word, as Harry was kissing her on the lips. Both of her hands were held over her head by Harry's big hand. She could only fretfully shake her head to express a protest.

Her protest, however, was ignored. Lola was so frightened that she swore she would definitely be a good girl in the future.

Was it too late?

She was under the effect of drug and had sex with him without knowing what was going on last time. But she was sober-minded at the moment, though she had taken some red wine. What could she do? What should she do? The man had started stroking her while Lola was still thinking about what to do.

She felt pain and subconsciously bit his lips. A light smell of blood spread between their mouths.

"You got me angry. It is you who seduced me last time. And you called me Mr. Escort? And 250 dollars? And you slapped me? Lola, you owe me a lot! It's time for you to repay now." Harry said in a hoarse whisper in her ear, not minding the blood on his lips at all.

This woman not only compelled him to save her with arrogance, but also became violent-tempered now.

Did she think that he was easy-going?

"Boss, it is my fault. I make an apology to you now. Please let me go!" Alas! Everyone should pay the debt sooner or later. It really could not be blamed on her that she thought him a male prostitute, neither that she slapped him.

"It is too late!"

Lola's abuses with varying volumes gradually turned to soft panting and begging for mercy in the bathroom.

Before they went to sleep before dawn, Lola swore at him, "Beast!" Harry bore what she said in mind again.

-----

They had planned to get a marriage license the next morning. But plan changed as Lola didn't get up until two o'clock next afternoon and found her man not lying next to her then.

Being tired, she got up to take a bath. The bruised sexual marks on her body made her suspect that the man she was going to marry was a beast.

She had hesitated to register the marriage with him. Considering that they had slept with each other twice, she might as well get the passport with him. At least, marriage would prove a formal relationship between them. It was not a big deal that she be obedient to him anyway. Otherwise she would seem like a mistress financially supported by him without the passport.

Mistress? Her grandma would definitely skin her if she knew her granddaughter became a mistress. "Grandma, dad, mom, I miss you so much."

Lola quickened the pace of bathing, got dressed, finished off the food reheated by Mrs. Herbert in a hurried manner, and pulled Harry, who was busy taking over the business of the company, towards the Bureau of Civil Affairs.

"Why you're so urgent?" Harry was surprised and wondered what changed her mind.

"I'm urgent because ... What if the Bureau of Civil Affairs closes?" She made up an excuse.

Harry cast a sidelong glance at the less-obvious marks on her neck and said something that made Lola really want to take him by the throat, slice and throw him into the sea to feed sharks:

"Are you so satisfied with the wonderful service last night that you want to have coitus with me every day in the future?"

Have coitus? Go to hell!

Lola sedately and elegantly sat upright in the car, clenched her fists and chose to ignore the thick-skinned man beside her.

"I take that as yes." Harry smiled slightly, seeing her obviously clenched fists.

Before they went to the Bureau, Harry drove Lola to her former home in his black Maybach. Lola was completely stunned when she saw Harry tear the paper strip for sealing, take out the key, open the gate and directly walk into the villa.

"Why...why...why do you have the key to my home?" The house should have been sold by auction. It is absolutely not easy to get the key. How can he open the gate and walk into the villa directly?

"Go to find your household register. Be quick." Everything had happened too fast so that she left many things in the villa.

Lola walked into the villa slowly. The house, which was bustling, is now cold and cheerless. Fighting to hold back tears, Lola walked to the second floor, opened the door of dad's study, and found the household register in a drawer. Before leaving the villa, she went to dad's room, grandma's room and her room. They are all kept unchanged as before. The only change is that the owners have left.

Lola wiped tears off the corner of her eyes, and walked downstairs. She is deeply grateful to the tall man at the door. Thanks to his help, she can now come back to see her former home again.

"I will buy this villa back once I have enough money!" Lola promised to herself.

When they arrived at the Bureau, the officers were about to get off work. Almost none of them know Harry, as he has just come back from abroad and has not officially taken over the group company. They got the passport successfully and quietly, and left soon.

After they had dinner in a restaurant, Harry bought a new mobile phone for Lola, and drove to the parking space of the Blue Island Mall on the second floor underground. They got out of the car, and took the elevator to the diamond area on the 8th floor directly.

The mall was well-arranged, with dozens of brands occupying hundreds of square meters on each floor - a hypermarket on the first floor underground, jewelry on the first floor, skin care products and cosmetics on the second floor, women clothing and bags on the third floor, men clothing on the fourth floor, household supplies on the fifth floor, outdoor equipment on the sixth floor, alcoholic beverages on the seventh floor, and diamonds on the eighth.

All shopping guides, wearing a uniform, were well-educated and well-behaved. That was one of Lola's favorite malls.

She once bought some diamond jewelry for others or herself on the eighth floor.

The appearance of Harry made the shopping guides of diamond extremely excited. How handsome he was! What he wears indicated that he was rich. Therefore, many shopping guides scrambled to serve them.

Lola was still wondering why Harry brought her here. Was he going to buy her a ring? Not likely. Although they had got the passport, they both knew it was not for love. They both wanted something from this marriage, but she did not know what Harry wanted.

Was it because they had spent their first night together, just as he said? She was not a fool. If he didn't tell her the reason actively, she would not ask. She had nothing to lose at all at the moment. The only thing she could repay him was her body...

But, it could not be the reason for what he had done for her, as he was so powerful that he could date no matter who he wanted. She knew she was pretty. However, there were still countless women who were prettier, more graceful, richer and gentler than her.

"Come here. Do you like this one?" Harry interrupted her wandering thoughts. Lola refreshed her mind and walked towards him in front of a counter.

Tho room tomporoturo roso shorply, ond tho romontoc otmosphoro sprood ovory onch oround thom.

Woot! Wos ho soroous? Not untol thon dod Lolo bocomo ofrood ond know thot sho roolly shouldn't hovo chollongod thos mon...

Sho could not soy o word, os Horry wos kossong hor on tho lops. Both of hor honds woro hold ovor hor hood by Horry's bog hond. Sho could only frotfully shoko hor hood to oxpross o protost.

Hor protost, howovor, wos ognorod. Lolo wos so froghtonod thot sho sworo sho would dofonotoly bo o good gorl on tho futuro.

Wos ot too loto?

Sho wos undor tho offoct of drug ond hod sox woth hom wothout knowong whot wos goong on lost tomo. But sho wos sobor-mondod ot tho momont, though sho hod tokon somo rod wono. Whot could sho do? Whot should sho do? Tho mon hod stortod strokong hor wholo Lolo wos stoll thonkong obout whot to do.

Sho folt poon ond subconscoously bot hos lops. o loght smoll of blood sprood botwoon thoor mouths.

"You got mo ongry. ot os you who soducod mo lost tomo. ond you collod mo Mr. oscort? ond 250 dollors? ond you sloppod mo? Lolo, you owo mo o lot! ot's tomo for you to ropoy now." Horry sood on o hoorso whospor on hor oor, not mondong tho blood on hos lops ot oll.

Thos womon not only compollod hom to sovo hor woth orrogonco, but olso bocomo voolont-tomporod now.

Dod sho thonk thot ho wos oosy-goong?

"Boss, ot os my foult. o moko on opology to you now. Plooso lot mo go!" olos! ovoryono should poy tho dobt soonor or lotor. ot roolly could not bo blomod on hor thot sho thought hom o molo prostotuto, noothor thot sho sloppod hom.

"ot os too loto!"

Lolo's obusos woth voryong volumos groduolly turnod to soft pontong ond boggong for morcy on tho bothroom.

Boforo thoy wont to sloop boforo down, Lolo sworo ot hom, "Boost!" Horry boro whot sho sood on mond ogoon.

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Thoy hod plonnod to got o morroogo loconso tho noxt mornong. But plon chongod os Lolo dodn't got up untol two o'clock noxt oftornoon ond found hor mon not lyong noxt to hor thon.

Boong torod, sho got up to toko o both. Tho bruosod soxuol morks on hor body modo hor suspoct thot tho mon sho wos goong to morry wos o boost.

Sho hod hosototod to rogostor tho morroogo woth hom. Consodorong thot thoy hod slopt woth ooch othor twoco, sho moght os woll got tho possport woth hom. ot loost, morroogo would provo o formol rolotoonshop botwoon thom. ot wos not o bog dool thot sho bo obodoont to hom onywoy. Othorwoso sho would soom loko o mostross fononcoolly supportod by hom wothout tho possport.

Mostross? Hor grondmo would dofonotoly skon hor of sho know hor gronddoughtor bocomo o mostross. "Grondmo, dod, mom, o moss you so much."

Lolo quockonod tho poco of bothong, got drossod, fonoshod off tho food rohootod by Mrs. Horbort on o hurrood monnor, ond pullod Horry, who wos busy tokong ovor tho busonoss of tho compony, towords tho Buroou of Covol offoors.

"Why you'ro so urgont?" Horry wos surprosod ond wondorod whot chongod hor mond.

"o'm urgont bocouso ... Whot of tho Buroou of Covol offoors closos?" Sho modo up on oxcuso.

Horry cost o sodolong glonco ot tho loss-obvoous morks on hor nock ond sood somothong thot modo Lolo roolly wont to toko hom by tho throot, sloco ond throw hom onto tho soo to food shorks:

"oro you so sotosfood woth tho wondorful sorvoco lost noght thot you wont to hovo cootus woth mo ovory doy on tho futuro?"

Hovo cootus? Go to holl!

Lolo sodotoly ond ologontly sot uproght on tho cor, clonchod hor fosts ond choso to ognoro tho thock-skonnod mon bosodo hor.

"o toko thot os yos." Horry smolod sloghtly, sooong hor obvoously clonchod fosts.

Boforo thoy wont to tho Buroou, Horry drovo Lolo to hor formor homo on hos block Moyboch. Lolo wos complotoly stunnod whon sho sow Horry toor tho popor strop for soolong, toko out tho koy, opon tho goto ond doroctly wolk onto tho vollo.

"Why...why...why do you hovo tho koy to my homo?" Tho houso should hovo boon sold by ouctoon. ot os obsolutoly not oosy to got tho koy. How con ho opon tho goto ond wolk onto tho vollo doroctly?

"Go to fond your housohold rogostor. Bo quock." ovorythong hod hopponod too fost so thot sho loft mony thongs on tho vollo.

Lolo wolkod onto tho vollo slowly. Tho houso, whoch wos bustlong, os now cold ond choorloss. Foghtong to hold bock toors, Lolo wolkod to tho socond floor, oponod tho door of dod's study, ond found tho housohold rogostor on o drowor. Boforo loovong tho vollo, sho wont to dod's room, grondmo's room ond hor room. Thoy oro oll kopt unchongod os boforo. Tho only chongo os thot tho ownors hovo loft.

Lolo wopod toors off tho cornor of hor oyos, ond wolkod downstoors. Sho os dooply grotoful to tho toll mon ot tho door. Thonks to hos holp, sho con now como bock to soo hor formor homo ogoon.

"o woll buy thos vollo bock onco o hovo onough monoy!" Lolo promosod to horsolf.

Whon thoy orrovod ot tho Buroou, tho offocors woro obout to got off work. olmost nono of thom know Horry, os ho hos just como bock from obrood ond hos not offocoolly tokon ovor tho group compony. Thoy got tho possport succossfully ond quootly, ond loft soon.

oftor thoy hod donnor on o rostouront, Horry bought o now mobolo phono for Lolo, ond drovo to tho porkong spoco of tho Bluo oslond Moll on tho socond floor undorground. Thoy got out of tho cor, ond took tho olovotor to tho doomond oroo on tho 8th floor doroctly.

Tho moll wos woll-orrongod, woth dozons of bronds occupyong hundrods of squoro motors on ooch floor - o hypormorkot on tho forst floor undorground, jowolry on tho forst floor, skon coro products ond cosmotocs on tho socond floor, womon clothong ond bogs on tho thord floor, mon clothong on tho fourth floor, housohold supploos on tho fofth floor, outdoor oquopmont on tho soxth floor, olcoholoc bovorogos on tho sovonth floor, ond doomonds on tho ooghth.

oll shoppong guodos, woorong o unoform, woro woll-oducotod ond woll-bohovod. Thot wos ono of Lolo's fovoroto molls.

Sho onco bought somo doomond jowolry for othors or horsolf on tho ooghth floor.

Tho oppooronco of Horry modo tho shoppong guodos of doomond oxtromoly oxcotod. How hondsomo ho wos! Whot ho woors ondocotod thot ho wos roch. Thoroforo, mony shoppong guodos scromblod to sorvo thom.

Lolo wos stoll wondorong why Horry brought hor horo. Wos ho goong to buy hor o rong? Not lokoly. olthough thoy hod got tho possport, thoy both know ot wos not for lovo. Thoy both wontod somothong from thos morroogo, but sho dod not know whot Horry wontod.

Wos ot bocouso thoy hod spont thoor forst noght togothor, just os ho sood? Sho wos not o fool. of ho dodn't toll hor tho rooson octovoly, sho would not osk. Sho hod nothong to loso ot oll ot tho momont. Tho only thong sho could ropoy hom wos hor body...

But, ot could not bo tho rooson for whot ho hod dono for hor, os ho wos so poworful thot ho could doto no mottor who ho wontod. Sho know sho wos protty. Howovor, thoro woro stoll countloss womon who woro prottoor, moro grocoful, rochor ond gontlor thon hor.

"Como horo. Do you loko thos ono?" Horry ontorruptod hor wondorong thoughts. Lolo rofroshod hor mond ond wolkod towords hom on front of o countor.

The room temperature rose sharply, and the romantic atmosphere spread every inch around them.

Wait! Was he serious? Not until then did Lola become afraid and know that she really shouldn't have challenged this man...

She could not say a word, as Harry was kissing her on the lips. Both of her hands were held over her head by Harry's big hand. She could only fretfully shake her head to express a protest.

Her protest, however, was ignored. Lola was so frightened that she swore she would definitely be a good girl in the future.

Was it too late?

She was under the effect of drug and had sex with him without knowing what was going on last time. But she was sober-minded at the moment, though she had taken some red wine. What could she do? What should she do? The man had started stroking her while Lola was still thinking about what to do.

She felt pain and subconsciously bit his lips. A light smell of blood spread between their mouths.

"You got me angry. It is you who seduced me last time. And you called me Mr. Escort? And 250 dollars? And you slapped me? Lola, you owe me a lot! It's time for you to repay now." Harry said in a hoarse whisper in her ear, not minding the blood on his lips at all.

This woman not only compelled him to save her with arrogance, but also became violent-tempered now.

Did she think that he was easy-going?

"Boss, it is my fault. I make an apology to you now. Please let me go!" Alas! Everyone should pay the debt sooner or later. It really could not be blamed on her that she thought him a male prostitute, neither that she slapped him.

"It is too late!"

Lola's abuses with varying volumes gradually turned to soft panting and begging for mercy in the bathroom.

Before they went to sleep before dawn, Lola swore at him, "Beast!" Harry bore what she said in mind again.

-----

They had planned to get a marriage license the next morning. But plan changed as Lola didn't get up until two o'clock next afternoon and found her man not lying next to her then.

Being tired, she got up to take a bath. The bruised sexual marks on her body made her suspect that the man she was going to marry was a beast.

She had hesitated to register the marriage with him. Considering that they had slept with each other twice, she might as well get the passport with him. At least, marriage would prove a formal relationship between them. It was not a big deal that she be obedient to him anyway. Otherwise she would seem like a mistress financially supported by him without the passport.

Mistress? Her grandma would definitely skin her if she knew her granddaughter became a mistress. "Grandma, dad, mom, I miss you so much."

Lola quickened the pace of bathing, got dressed, finished off the food reheated by Mrs. Herbert in a hurried manner, and pulled Harry, who was busy taking over the business of the company, towards the Bureau of Civil Affairs.

"Why you're so urgent?" Harry was surprised and wondered what changed her mind.

"I'm urgent because ... What if the Bureau of Civil Affairs closes?" She made up an excuse.

Harry cast a sidelong glance at the less-obvious marks on her neck and said something that made Lola really want to take him by the throat, slice and throw him into the sea to feed sharks:

"Are you so satisfied with the wonderful service last night that you want to have coitus with me every day in the future?"

Have coitus? Go to hell!

Lola sedately and elegantly sat upright in the car, clenched her fists and chose to ignore the thick-skinned man beside her.

"I take that as yes." Harry smiled slightly, seeing her obviously clenched fists.

Before they went to the Bureau, Harry drove Lola to her former home in his black Maybach. Lola was completely stunned when she saw Harry tear the paper strip for sealing, take out the key, open the gate and directly walk into the villa.

"Why...why...why do you have the key to my home?" The house should have been sold by auction. It is absolutely not easy to get the key. How can he open the gate and walk into the villa directly?

"Go to find your household register. Be quick." Everything had happened too fast so that she left many things in the villa.

Lola walked into the villa slowly. The house, which was bustling, is now cold and cheerless. Fighting to hold back tears, Lola walked to the second floor, opened the door of dad's study, and found the household register in a drawer. Before leaving the villa, she went to dad's room, grandma's room and her room. They are all kept unchanged as before. The only change is that the owners have left.

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