Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 1088 - 1084: Rumors with Alexander Zimmerman

Now, just some normal intimacy, and he actually felt a strong desire. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

His large hands restlessly roamed over Beatrice Hargrave’s body. His lips and tongue teased her earlobe, "Uncle wants to spoil you..."

"...Uncle... we’re on the street now..." Beatrice clutched tightly to Nicholas Croft’s collar. Despite being kissed into a daze, her sanity remained because vehicles would occasionally pass by.

Nicholas Croft also knew their current location was a bit inappropriate, but ever since he touched her body, it was like getting addicted to a drug, out of control.

He had been to the Hargrave Family villa countless times and remembered a spot by the roadside that led to a mountain path, where vehicles rarely passed, so it was perfect...

He pulled away from her lips but not before another deep kiss, like sucking on jelly. He moved back a little, and her lips bounced back.

Sitting back in the driver’s seat, Nicholas didn’t bother fastening his seat belt, turned the wheel, and drove back the way they came.

"Uncle, Dad’s still waiting for me at home," Beatrice reminded him. The collar of her knitted sweater had slid down, revealing half of a curvy shoulder. Her lips were gleaming invitingly, a trace left by his caresses.

"I know." Nicholas’s body was tense, his sharp gaze fixed ahead, and even his handsome face was taut along with his voice.

"Where are we going now?" Beatrice tugged at her neckline and adjusted her bra under her sweater, which Nicholas had pushed up entirely earlier.

"You’ll know when we get there." Nicholas didn’t explain much. As he spoke, he increased the throttle; there were few vehicles on the road to the private villa area. This made it convenient for him, and it took less than ten minutes to reach the mountain road entrance. A beautiful turn, and Nicholas drove straight onto the mountain path under the night sky.

After traveling a short distance, he stopped, flattened the passenger seat, and turned off the front and rear lights so that even if vehicles passed on the main street, they wouldn’t notice them.

As the seat tilted back, Beatrice instinctively let out a small scream. Before she could react in the dark, her body was firmly pinned by the man.

Kisses rained down densely, and his long fingers played a beautiful melody on Beatrice’s body, like a pianist. Listening to her soft moans, one hand slid downward.

In the darkness, there were sounds of metal clasps opening, followed by a zipper. Once everything was prepared, that strong hand pulled Beatrice’s leg onto his waist. With each thrust, he demonstrated masculine power, and the more she gasped, the more excited he became. Even the car’s body shook in the night.

After a stormy session, he lay sprawled on her body, his heavy breathing at her ear a sign of his satisfaction.

The enclosed car was filled with their scents, and even though they weren’t at home, he had stripped her bare, while he was adorned only in a shirt, its placket open, allowing their bodies to press against each other easily.

After calming down, he pulled away, sat back in the driver’s seat, opened the glove compartment, took out a box of wet wipes, turned on the small light inside the car, and carefully cleaned Beatrice.

Seeing the spot he had bruised, he gently wiped it while saying, "I’ll be gentler next time."

Beatrice slowly sat up, grabbing her clothes and putting them on piece by piece. Her tightly pressed lips curved lightly upwards. Her Uncle Nicholas was always so passionate. She once read a post saying women don’t climax easily, but her Uncle Nicholas always brought her to... several times.

...

By the time Beatrice Hargrave got home, it was almost eleven o’clock, and the Hargrave couple was still awake.

She pushed open the door, glanced at the couple sitting on the sofa watching TV, and said perfunctorily, "I’m back."

Henry Hargrave turned his head to look at her, his brows slightly furrowed, "Why so late?"

"Oh, Mr. Zhang said my stage presence wasn’t ideal and asked me to practice more," Beatrice said, leaning on the cabinet by the door as she changed into slippers.

"Hmph!" Josephine Hawthorne shot her a glance, then looked away, smirking with disdain, showing her displeasure with Beatrice openly and unreservedly.

"Mr. Zhang?" Henry’s brows furrowed tighter, "Is it... Alexander Zimmerman?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhang is the producer of this concert." Beatrice shuffled in her slippers, feeling uneasy after the incident earlier. When she reached Henry, she asked, "Dad, anything else? If not, I’ll head to my room to rest. I need to get up early for rehearsal tomorrow."

"Wait a moment," just as Beatrice was about to turn, Henry called her back, "Beatrice, have you seen Nicholas Croft these past two days?"

"Uncle Nicholas..." Beatrice unconsciously fiddled with her fingers. Because Nicholas had instructed her before returning, she lied to her father, "He visited the stadium yesterday morning, just gave some instructions to the staff, and left."

"What about today? Did he come to see you?" Henry asked directly. Beatrice shook her head, "I didn’t see him, I’ve been rehearsing all this time."

Henry nodded, "Okay, no worries, go back to your room and rest."

Beatrice replied and walked toward the stairs.

After Beatrice’s figure disappeared up the stairs, Henry turned to his wife with a cold face, "Now you can rest assured, right!"

"Hmph, with the blood of a shameless woman, it’s no wonder Nicholas would take a liking to her!" Josephine snarked sarcastically, getting up as well, "Let’s go to bed too, it’s so late." She yawned while heading toward the stairs, "In hindsight, should have just gone to bed early, why waste time!"

Watching his wife’s figure, Henry took a deep breath, got up, and followed her up the stairs.

The next morning, Beatrice came down precisely on time for breakfast. As soon as she reached the dining table and before sitting down, Hannah Hargrave sneered sarcastically from the side.

"Beatrice, I didn’t realize you have quite the means, even the famous genius of the music scene is smitten by you!"

Beatrice...

She glanced at Hannah blankly, ignoring her, and sat down in the chair next to her, grabbed the chopsticks, and focused on eating breakfast.

"Beatrice, what’s going on with you and Alexander Zimmerman?" From across the table, Henry Hargrave asked seriously. Beatrice swallowed the porridge in her mouth and looked at her father puzzled, "He’s my music producer."

"Look at this!" Seeing Beatrice unwilling to admit, Henry pushed a tabloid newspaper in front of her, his expression not very pleasant.

Beatrice turned the newspaper around, looking at it with confusion. On the entertainment section cover, there were photos of her and Alexander Zimmerman.

There were two pictures, one was of Alexander covering her with a man’s jacket while she napped on a desk, and the other was the two of them standing face to face, smiling at each other.