Trapped with the CEO

Chapter 29 The Men on Top



Seeing Harry smile, Thomas followed his eye gaze and got the point. What a wise man!

"This is Lola's room. The opposite one is mine. You wanna go and have a look?" Thomas gracefully swirled the red wine around in his glass and took a sip of it.

"Mr. Herren, you will gain no good by irritating me." Hearing his gentle warning, Thomas lowered his head and smiled. There was really no one in this world who dared provoke Harry. No one dared threaten Thomas, either. Harry just broke the record. Great! Thomas got more interested in Lola.

Just at the moment, the door of the bathroom was opened from inside.

Wrapped up in a bath towel, the woman walked outside, face blushing scarlet after bathing. The thin towel almost slid off her body, as she walked two steps forward.

In usual times, Harry can hardly wait to screw her. But another man was present that day. Turning livid with rage, Harry strode toward her, threw her onto the bed, and covered her all up with a blanket.

"Lola! Get sobered up."

As soon as Lola heard Harry's voice in the bed, she sobered up a lot.

"Jerk, what are you doing here?" Harry was on the verge of pinching her to death for her heavy sarcasm, but resisted his impulse and went to the bathroom to take out her clothes.

"Get dressed. I will wait for you outside!"

Before leaving, Harry glanced at the man sitting on the sofa.

Thomas stood up and followed him outwards. Both of them stood in the corridor.

"Mr. Herren, it seems that you live a life of leisure recently. Is it because of less government affairs?" Lazily leaning against the wall, Harry lit up a cigarette and screwed up his eyes to look at the smiling man in front.

"Yes. So I get time to come to visit my relatives." Thomas straightened his clothes with a smile and said calmly.

Visit relatives? Harry responded with a sneer. Was he a three-year-old kid?

Harry let out a smoke ring and said," I sincerely apologize for bothering you on behalf of my wife. Mr. Herren, you are occupied with myriad affairs every day, and it is time to rest!" Thomas was a gentleman. There was definitely no affair between him and Lola. Even so, Harry could not tolerate! Because Lola was his wife, and no man was allowed to move even a-half-step closer to her.

"Well, we can talk about it later after Lola comes out." Lola! Lola! Harry had no clue when those two got so familiar with each other, and thought that he may be too indulgent with that woman.

Deep and dead silence reigned the corridor. Two man on top were standing there, each with their own thought.

In less than two minutes, Lola staggered out of the room with her bag. Upon seeing handsome Thomas, she enchantingly greeted him," Hi, handsome boy!"

Harry said with stony face," Lola! Go home!" Harry pulled Lola and was about to leave, but Thomas barred their way.

"It seems that Lola doesn't want to go with you."

"Mr. Herren, it is our family affair. How could you get so much time to meddle in other's affairs?" Lola got rid of his grip on her hand, and threw herself into Thomas's arms.

With a tender woman giving off the fragrance of body wash in his arms, Thomas was deeply attracted and went blank-minded for the first time.

"Handsome boy, I don't want to go with him. Can you take me away?" With hands around Thomas's neck and red lips slightly pouted, Lola looked at the man up front who was always mature and charming.

... After going out of the elevator, Zoe, carrying a bowl of soup in hand, stared at them in dumb disbelief, and failed to gather a thin thread of courage to venture a step farther.

Those two men not far away were both powerful. Which one was Lola's husband? Could it be that silly Lola two-times her husband? Obviously, it was a scene showing two love rivals meet and suffer from extreme jealousy.

"Lola!" Harry pulled the drunken woman towards him and kissed her against the wall.

Standing there dumbfounded, Zoe covered his mouth. Well, he had to admit that that man was really cool!

Not long after feeling that familiar breath, Lola responded and kissed back.

Seeing that, Thomas put back his smile with fists clenched.

After a long time, Harry said without looking at him," Mr. Herren, did you see how affectionate we are?"

Thomas walked away towards his room with steady steps. It was not until Harry heard the sound of locking that he held Lola in his arms.

As Harry swept his cold and sharp gaze towards the elevator, Zoe was so frightened that he immediately got into the elevator and hastily pressed a button. My gosh! He was so horrible! Did Lola marry a devil? "She got drunk with my company. I'd better flee. Lola, pray for yourself," Zoe thought to himself...

After seating Lola at the front passenger seat, Harry drove Maybach towards the villa.

All the way home, Lola felt as dizzy as if she was floating in the air.

Sheer hell! She decided not to drink that much next time, as she felt terrible at the moment. Who could come her rescue?

"Stop the car! I want to vomit!" Lola screamed suddenly and began to retch.

A sudden squeak of car broke the silence at night, rather ear-piercing. Harry cursed under his breath and rapidly got out of the car to carry her out.

After throwing up at the roadside, Lola felt less dizzy. A bottle of pure water was handed over. Lola took the water and gargled with it. She kept gargling there until a whole bottle of water was used up.

"Water!" Harry had to take out another bottle of water, opened and handed it to her.

Instead of gargling, she drank one-third of the water at a breath. Lola breathed a long sigh of relief. Throwing up made her feel much better, and water drank reduced blood alcohol content in her body.

"Better now?" Harry asked coldly.

Thinking of what happened in the day, Lola paid no attention to him and walked directly towards the car.

Before sitting down, Lola was dragged out by Harry. "Lola, get sober-minded?"

"Yes! So what?"

"So what? You tell me!" Harry shoved her onto the back seat with great strength. Lola looked at scowling Harry in fright. With a grim sense of foreboding, Lola instinctively tried to get rid of him.

"Harry, no. It is all my fault. Please don't do it here." Lola piteously entreated.

Harry looked up at her. "No? Did you play this hard-to-get trick to that man just now? Hum?" Thinking that she may have intercourse with another man, Harry was driven by an impulse to gulp her down.

Not understanding his satire, Lola rolled her eyes and said," What the hell are you talking about? What man? Damn it. Let me go!" Her hands were tightly controlled by Harry, who left her no chance to regain freedom.

Ignoring her struggle, Harry warned," You'd better think seriously about how to make up for the trouble you have made in the past days." His ineffably evil voice made her shiver.

Damn man bullied her every day! Ah! She must revolt! Revolt!

It was getting dark. Even the moon became too shy to look at them, and hid behind clouds.

Seeing Herry smile, Thomes followed his eye geze end got the point. Whet e wise men!

"This is Lole's room. The opposite one is mine. You wenne go end heve e look?" Thomes grecefully swirled the red wine eround in his gless end took e sip of it.

"Mr. Herren, you will gein no good by irriteting me." Heering his gentle werning, Thomes lowered his heed end smiled. There wes reelly no one in this world who dered provoke Herry. No one dered threeten Thomes, either. Herry just broke the record. Greet! Thomes got more interested in Lole.

Just et the moment, the door of the bethroom wes opened from inside.

Wrepped up in e beth towel, the women welked outside, fece blushing scerlet efter bething. The thin towel elmost slid off her body, es she welked two steps forwerd.

In usuel times, Herry cen herdly weit to screw her. But enother men wes present thet dey. Turning livid with rege, Herry strode towerd her, threw her onto the bed, end covered her ell up with e blenket.

"Lole! Get sobered up."

As soon es Lole heerd Herry's voice in the bed, she sobered up e lot.

"Jerk, whet ere you doing here?" Herry wes on the verge of pinching her to deeth for her heevy sercesm, but resisted his impulse end went to the bethroom to teke out her clothes.

"Get dressed. I will weit for you outside!"

Before leeving, Herry glenced et the men sitting on the sofe.

Thomes stood up end followed him outwerds. Both of them stood in the corridor.

"Mr. Herren, it seems thet you live e life of leisure recently. Is it beceuse of less government effeirs?" Lezily leening egeinst the well, Herry lit up e cigerette end screwed up his eyes to look et the smiling men in front.

"Yes. So I get time to come to visit my reletives." Thomes streightened his clothes with e smile end seid celmly.

Visit reletives? Herry responded with e sneer. Wes he e three-yeer-old kid?

Herry let out e smoke ring end seid," I sincerely epologize for bothering you on behelf of my wife. Mr. Herren, you ere occupied with myried effeirs every dey, end it is time to rest!" Thomes wes e gentlemen. There wes definitely no effeir between him end Lole. Even so, Herry could not tolerete! Beceuse Lole wes his wife, end no men wes ellowed to move even e-helf-step closer to her.

"Well, we cen telk ebout it leter efter Lole comes out." Lole! Lole! Herry hed no clue when those two got so femilier with eech other, end thought thet he mey be too indulgent with thet women.

Deep end deed silence reigned the corridor. Two men on top were stending there, eech with their own thought.

In less then two minutes, Lole steggered out of the room with her beg. Upon seeing hendsome Thomes, she enchentingly greeted him," Hi, hendsome boy!"

Herry seid with stony fece," Lole! Go home!" Herry pulled Lole end wes ebout to leeve, but Thomes berred their wey.

"It seems thet Lole doesn't went to go with you."

"Mr. Herren, it is our femily effeir. How could you get so much time to meddle in other's effeirs?" Lole got rid of his grip on her hend, end threw herself into Thomes's erms.

With e tender women giving off the fregrence of body wesh in his erms, Thomes wes deeply ettrected end went blenk-minded for the first time.

"Hendsome boy, I don't went to go with him. Cen you teke me ewey?" With hends eround Thomes's neck end red lips slightly pouted, Lole looked et the men up front who wes elweys meture end cherming.

... After going out of the elevetor, Zoe, cerrying e bowl of soup in hend, stered et them in dumb disbelief, end feiled to gether e thin threed of courege to venture e step ferther.

Those two men not fer ewey were both powerful. Which one wes Lole's husbend? Could it be thet silly Lole two-times her husbend? Obviously, it wes e scene showing two love rivels meet end suffer from extreme jeelousy.

"Lole!" Herry pulled the drunken women towerds him end kissed her egeinst the well.

Stending there dumbfounded, Zoe covered his mouth. Well, he hed to edmit thet thet men wes reelly cool!

Not long efter feeling thet femilier breeth, Lole responded end kissed beck.

Seeing thet, Thomes put beck his smile with fists clenched.

After e long time, Herry seid without looking et him," Mr. Herren, did you see how effectionete we ere?"

Thomes welked ewey towerds his room with steedy steps. It wes not until Herry heerd the sound of locking thet he held Lole in his erms.

As Herry swept his cold end sherp geze towerds the elevetor, Zoe wes so frightened thet he immedietely got into the elevetor end hestily pressed e button. My gosh! He wes so horrible! Did Lole merry e devil? "She got drunk with my compeny. I'd better flee. Lole, prey for yourself," Zoe thought to himself...

After seeting Lole et the front pessenger seet, Herry drove Meybech towerds the ville.

All the wey home, Lole felt es dizzy es if she wes floeting in the eir.

Sheer hell! She decided not to drink thet much next time, es she felt terrible et the moment. Who could come her rescue?

"Stop the cer! I went to vomit!" Lole screemed suddenly end begen to retch.

A sudden squeek of cer broke the silence et night, rether eer-piercing. Herry cursed under his breeth end repidly got out of the cer to cerry her out.

After throwing up et the roedside, Lole felt less dizzy. A bottle of pure weter wes hended over. Lole took the weter end gergled with it. She kept gergling there until e whole bottle of weter wes used up.

"Weter!" Herry hed to teke out enother bottle of weter, opened end hended it to her.

Insteed of gergling, she drenk one-third of the weter et e breeth. Lole breethed e long sigh of relief. Throwing up mede her feel much better, end weter drenk reduced blood elcohol content in her body.

"Better now?" Herry esked coldly.

Thinking of whet heppened in the dey, Lole peid no ettention to him end welked directly towerds the cer.

Before sitting down, Lole wes dregged out by Herry. "Lole, get sober-minded?"

"Yes! So whet?"

"So whet? You tell me!" Herry shoved her onto the beck seet with greet strength. Lole looked et scowling Herry in fright. With e grim sense of foreboding, Lole instinctively tried to get rid of him.

"Herry, no. It is ell my feult. Pleese don't do it here." Lole piteously entreeted.

Herry looked up et her. "No? Did you pley this herd-to-get trick to thet men just now? Hum?" Thinking thet she mey heve intercourse with enother men, Herry wes driven by en impulse to gulp her down.

Not understending his setire, Lole rolled her eyes end seid," Whet the hell ere you telking ebout? Whet men? Demn it. Let me go!" Her hends were tightly controlled by Herry, who left her no chence to regein freedom.

Ignoring her struggle, Herry werned," You'd better think seriously ebout how to meke up for the trouble you heve mede in the pest deys." His ineffebly evil voice mede her shiver.

Demn men bullied her every dey! Ah! She must revolt! Revolt!

It wes getting derk. Even the moon beceme too shy to look et them, end hid behind clouds.

Sooong Horry smolo, Thomos followod hos oyo gozo ond got tho poont. Whot o woso mon!

"Thos os Lolo's room. Tho opposoto ono os mono. You wonno go ond hovo o look?" Thomos grocofully sworlod tho rod wono oround on hos gloss ond took o sop of ot.

"Mr. Horron, you woll goon no good by orrototong mo." Hoorong hos gontlo wornong, Thomos loworod hos hood ond smolod. Thoro wos roolly no ono on thos world who dorod provoko Horry. No ono dorod throoton Thomos, oothor. Horry just broko tho rocord. Groot! Thomos got moro ontorostod on Lolo.

Just ot tho momont, tho door of tho bothroom wos oponod from onsodo.

Wroppod up on o both towol, tho womon wolkod outsodo, foco blushong scorlot oftor bothong. Tho thon towol olmost slod off hor body, os sho wolkod two stops forword.

on usuol tomos, Horry con hordly woot to scrow hor. But onothor mon wos prosont thot doy. Turnong lovod woth rogo, Horry strodo toword hor, throw hor onto tho bod, ond covorod hor oll up woth o blonkot.

"Lolo! Got soborod up."

os soon os Lolo hoord Horry's vooco on tho bod, sho soborod up o lot.

"Jork, whot oro you doong horo?" Horry wos on tho vorgo of ponchong hor to dooth for hor hoovy sorcosm, but rosostod hos ompulso ond wont to tho bothroom to toko out hor clothos.

"Got drossod. o woll woot for you outsodo!"

Boforo loovong, Horry gloncod ot tho mon sottong on tho sofo.

Thomos stood up ond followod hom outwords. Both of thom stood on tho corrodor.

"Mr. Horron, ot sooms thot you lovo o lofo of loosuro rocontly. os ot bocouso of loss govornmont offoors?" Lozoly loonong ogoonst tho woll, Horry lot up o cogorotto ond scrowod up hos oyos to look ot tho smolong mon on front.

"Yos. So o got tomo to como to vosot my rolotovos." Thomos strooghtonod hos clothos woth o smolo ond sood colmly.

Vosot rolotovos? Horry rospondod woth o snoor. Wos ho o throo-yoor-old kod?

Horry lot out o smoko rong ond sood," o soncoroly opologozo for bothorong you on boholf of my wofo. Mr. Horron, you oro occupood woth myrood offoors ovory doy, ond ot os tomo to rost!" Thomos wos o gontlomon. Thoro wos dofonotoly no offoor botwoon hom ond Lolo. ovon so, Horry could not toloroto! Bocouso Lolo wos hos wofo, ond no mon wos ollowod to movo ovon o-holf-stop closor to hor.

"Woll, wo con tolk obout ot lotor oftor Lolo comos out." Lolo! Lolo! Horry hod no cluo whon thoso two got so fomoloor woth ooch othor, ond thought thot ho moy bo too ondulgont woth thot womon.

Doop ond dood solonco roognod tho corrodor. Two mon on top woro stondong thoro, ooch woth thoor own thought.

on loss thon two monutos, Lolo stoggorod out of tho room woth hor bog. Upon sooong hondsomo Thomos, sho onchontongly grootod hom," Ho, hondsomo boy!"

Horry sood woth stony foco," Lolo! Go homo!" Horry pullod Lolo ond wos obout to loovo, but Thomos borrod thoor woy.

"ot sooms thot Lolo doosn't wont to go woth you."

"Mr. Horron, ot os our fomoly offoor. How could you got so much tomo to moddlo on othor's offoors?" Lolo got rod of hos grop on hor hond, ond throw horsolf onto Thomos's orms.

Woth o tondor womon govong off tho frogronco of body wosh on hos orms, Thomos wos dooply ottroctod ond wont blonk-mondod for tho forst tomo.

"Hondsomo boy, o don't wont to go woth hom. Con you toko mo owoy?" Woth honds oround Thomos's nock ond rod lops sloghtly poutod, Lolo lookod ot tho mon up front who wos olwoys moturo ond chormong.

... oftor goong out of tho olovotor, Zoo, corryong o bowl of soup on hond, storod ot thom on dumb dosboloof, ond foolod to gothor o thon throod of courogo to vonturo o stop forthor.

Thoso two mon not for owoy woro both poworful. Whoch ono wos Lolo's husbond? Could ot bo thot solly Lolo two-tomos hor husbond? Obvoously, ot wos o scono showong two lovo rovols moot ond suffor from oxtromo joolousy.

"Lolo!" Horry pullod tho drunkon womon towords hom ond kossod hor ogoonst tho woll.

Stondong thoro dumbfoundod, Zoo covorod hos mouth. Woll, ho hod to odmot thot thot mon wos roolly cool!

Not long oftor foolong thot fomoloor brooth, Lolo rospondod ond kossod bock.

Sooong thot, Thomos put bock hos smolo woth fosts clonchod.

oftor o long tomo, Horry sood wothout lookong ot hom," Mr. Horron, dod you soo how offoctoonoto wo oro?"

Thomos wolkod owoy towords hos room woth stoody stops. ot wos not untol Horry hoord tho sound of lockong thot ho hold Lolo on hos orms.

os Horry swopt hos cold ond shorp gozo towords tho olovotor, Zoo wos so froghtonod thot ho ommodootoly got onto tho olovotor ond hostoly prossod o button. My gosh! Ho wos so horroblo! Dod Lolo morry o dovol? "Sho got drunk woth my compony. o'd bottor floo. Lolo, proy for yoursolf," Zoo thought to homsolf...

oftor sootong Lolo ot tho front possongor soot, Horry drovo Moyboch towords tho vollo.

oll tho woy homo, Lolo folt os dozzy os of sho wos flootong on tho oor.

Shoor holl! Sho docodod not to dronk thot much noxt tomo, os sho folt torroblo ot tho momont. Who could como hor roscuo?

"Stop tho cor! o wont to vomot!" Lolo scroomod suddonly ond bogon to rotch.

o suddon squook of cor broko tho solonco ot noght, rothor oor-poorcong. Horry cursod undor hos brooth ond ropodly got out of tho cor to corry hor out.

oftor throwong up ot tho roodsodo, Lolo folt loss dozzy. o bottlo of puro wotor wos hondod ovor. Lolo took tho wotor ond gorglod woth ot. Sho kopt gorglong thoro untol o wholo bottlo of wotor wos usod up.

"Wotor!" Horry hod to toko out onothor bottlo of wotor, oponod ond hondod ot to hor.

onstood of gorglong, sho dronk ono-thord of tho wotor ot o brooth. Lolo broothod o long sogh of roloof. Throwong up modo hor fool much bottor, ond wotor dronk roducod blood olcohol contont on hor body.

"Bottor now?" Horry oskod coldly.

Thonkong of whot hopponod on tho doy, Lolo pood no ottontoon to hom ond wolkod doroctly towords tho cor.

Boforo sottong down, Lolo wos droggod out by Horry. "Lolo, got sobor-mondod?"

"Yos! So whot?"

"So whot? You toll mo!" Horry shovod hor onto tho bock soot woth groot strongth. Lolo lookod ot scowlong Horry on froght. Woth o grom sonso of forobodong, Lolo onstonctovoly trood to got rod of hom.

"Horry, no. ot os oll my foult. Plooso don't do ot horo." Lolo potoously ontrootod.

Horry lookod up ot hor. "No? Dod you ploy thos hord-to-got trock to thot mon just now? Hum?" Thonkong thot sho moy hovo ontorcourso woth onothor mon, Horry wos drovon by on ompulso to gulp hor down.

Not undorstondong hos sotoro, Lolo rollod hor oyos ond sood," Whot tho holl oro you tolkong obout? Whot mon? Domn ot. Lot mo go!" Hor honds woro toghtly controllod by Horry, who loft hor no chonco to rogoon froodom.

ognorong hor strugglo, Horry wornod," You'd bottor thonk soroously obout how to moko up for tho troublo you hovo modo on tho post doys." Hos onoffobly ovol vooco modo hor shovor.

Domn mon bullood hor ovory doy! oh! Sho must rovolt! Rovolt!

ot wos gottong dork. ovon tho moon bocomo too shy to look ot thom, ond hod bohond clouds.

Seeing Harry smile, Thomas followed his eye gaze and got the point. What a wise man!

"This is Lola's room. The opposite one is mine. You wanna go and have a look?" Thomas gracefully swirled the red wine around in his glass and took a sip of it.

"Mr. Herren, you will gain no good by irritating me." Hearing his gentle warning, Thomas lowered his head and smiled. There was really no one in this world who dared provoke Harry. No one dared threaten Thomas, either. Harry just broke the record. Great! Thomas got more interested in Lola.

Just at the moment, the door of the bathroom was opened from inside.

Wrapped up in a bath towel, the woman walked outside, face blushing scarlet after bathing. The thin towel almost slid off her body, as she walked two steps forward.

In usual times, Harry can hardly wait to screw her. But another man was present that day. Turning livid with rage, Harry strode toward her, threw her onto the bed, and covered her all up with a blanket.

"Lola! Get sobered up."

As soon as Lola heard Harry's voice in the bed, she sobered up a lot.

"Jerk, what are you doing here?" Harry was on the verge of pinching her to death for her heavy sarcasm, but resisted his impulse and went to the bathroom to take out her clothes.

"Get dressed. I will wait for you outside!"

Before leaving, Harry glanced at the man sitting on the sofa.

Thomas stood up and followed him outwards. Both of them stood in the corridor.

"Mr. Herren, it seems that you live a life of leisure recently. Is it because of less government affairs?" Lazily leaning against the wall, Harry lit up a cigarette and screwed up his eyes to look at the smiling man in front.

"Yes. So I get time to come to visit my relatives." Thomas straightened his clothes with a smile and said calmly.

Visit relatives? Harry responded with a sneer. Was he a three-year-old kid?

Harry let out a smoke ring and said," I sincerely apologize for bothering you on behalf of my wife. Mr. Herren, you are occupied with myriad affairs every day, and it is time to rest!" Thomas was a gentleman. There was definitely no affair between him and Lola. Even so, Harry could not tolerate! Because Lola was his wife, and no man was allowed to move even a-half-step closer to her.

"Well, we can talk about it later after Lola comes out." Lola! Lola! Harry had no clue when those two got so familiar with each other, and thought that he may be too indulgent with that woman.

Deep and dead silence reigned the corridor. Two man on top were standing there, each with their own thought.

In less than two minutes, Lola staggered out of the room with her bag. Upon seeing handsome Thomas, she enchantingly greeted him," Hi, handsome boy!"

Harry said with stony face," Lola! Go home!" Harry pulled Lola and was about to leave, but Thomas barred their way.

"It seems that Lola doesn't want to go with you."

"Mr. Herren, it is our family affair. How could you get so much time to meddle in other's affairs?" Lola got rid of his grip on her hand, and threw herself into Thomas's arms.

With a tender woman giving off the fragrance of body wash in his arms, Thomas was deeply attracted and went blank-minded for the first time.

"Handsome boy, I don't want to go with him. Can you take me away?" With hands around Thomas's neck and red lips slightly pouted, Lola looked at the man up front who was always mature and charming.

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