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Leanna

COMPLETED [Mature Content] My life has no meaning. I'm forty years old, a middle age woman. Some say I have a fulfilling life, an architect with a high salary, a one-bedroom condo unit and a face that, although not the most beautiful, certainly warrants a second look. The only thing people criticize about me is the emptiness of my ring finger. I'm not married and don't have a family of my own. I don't feel anything about it. I don't need a man in my life, and I hate kids. The only thing I regretted was how I lived my life. Half of it wasted in school and the other half wasted in work. Before I knew it, I'm already old and at my deaths bed - alone and dying. THEN I WOKE UP FROM THE DREAM. ---- Read my other works: I am the Queen (FL) Genre: Fiction, Mature, Modern Romance, StrongFL, RichFL, PoorML, ColdML Realm Wars (ML) Genre: Epic Fantasy, Action, Adventure, Mature, R18, Romance, RPGelements, GAMEelements, OPmc Angels, Demons, Sprites, Elves, Beastmen Generation of Heroes (ML) Genre: Action, Adventure, Epic Fantasy, Friendship, Magic, Beasts, Game Elements, Multiple Leads, OPmc, Romance, War, Military Trinity the Last White Witch (FL) Genre: Werewolf, Vampires, Witches, Fantasy, R18, Mature, ColdML, StrongFL ---- Stalk me here: Facebook, Instagram, Twitter: MiuNovels ---- Donate for my Milk Addiction: PayPal: Miu.2017@yahoo.com

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[Foreplay] [Hot Night]

*WARNING! Chapter contained sexual scenes not suited for young audiences. Skip to the next chapter if you're not comfortable with this type of scene.

You've been warned.

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[Zoe]

[Foreplay]

"Lady, I think you were drugged," he said, tone innocent as his face while he gently caressed my face.

You think?!

I wanted to curse Emma, but mostly at myself for trusting that two-faced bitch. Unfortunately, my brain wasn't working right now, and my body wouldn't let me off until it got what it wanted.

"I'll call a doctor."

He motioned to stand up, but I grabbed his shirt and pulled him back on the bed.

"N-no . . . use . . . s-strong . . . aphrodisiac . . . s-sex . . ."

I plead at him. My eyes, begging him to put me out of my misery.

I knew this kind of drug could only be treated with sex. No use in forcing myself to vomit it all out for time had already made the drug seeped deep into my system.