Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 660 - 659: The Menstrual Period, Made the CEO Blush
Yancy Hastings had left by the time Fiona Sutton, after much deliberation, finally withdrew five hundred USD from the ATM.
In a records room somewhere in the Military Camp lay the farewell letters written by the four special forces soldiers before their departure.
Yancy Hastings’ letter happened to be right on top.
It was densely covered, line after line, with Fiona Sutton’s name. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
"Fiona, I will come back alive. I will take responsibility for you. I will stay alive to repay what I owe you."
Nia Mitchell lay on the large bed after dinner, clutching the quilt tightly around herself, determined not to let Maxwell Peary get his way.
Seeing her so on guard against him, Maxwell Peary was both amused and exasperated.
"Do you really have to be like this?"
Maxwell Peary lay down, reaching out to pull her closer.
But today, she was like a bristling cat; he couldn’t get near her at all.
"Didn’t I say I would control myself?"
He knew she was somewhat angry because they had spent all of last night together and then had another intense session in the bathroom around noon.
Recalling her awkward gait when she walked upstairs earlier, he hadn’t planned on doing anything more tonight.
"I just want to hold you while we sleep. Hurry up and come over here, otherwise I can’t guarantee what I might do."
True enough, Nia thought. The CEO never said anything pleasant; what else could he do besides threaten?
HMPH!
Nia Mitchell hesitated for a moment, then shook her head emphatically.
No way, I don’t believe him.
Maxwell Peary’s mouth twitched. This little Rabina is rebelling!
"Are you not coming over?"
Maxwell Peary sat up abruptly, reached out, and began to tug her quilt away. Finally, he stripped her bare and pulled her into his arms.
Nia Mitchell’s face flushed crimson; she was no match for his strength.
"Let me go!"
AAAAH! This is too much!
She was naked, and so was he.
With both of them bare, skin against skin, she could feel the warmth of his body.
Maxwell Peary ignored her protests, hugging her slender waist tightly before closing his eyes.
Nia Mitchell’s eyes widened, bright and glistening, blinking rapidly.
"Uncle?"
Her soft, sweet voice seemed to caress his heart, and her warm breath fanned his cheek as she spoke, making it tickle.
"Hm?"
He struggled to restrain the urge to do something more.
"Could you please let me go?" she pleaded. "This is uncomfortable."
Nia Mitchell said this, squirming a little.
HISS...
This Rabina is definitely trying to seduce me, he thought.
His eyes snapped open, dark and smoldering with an intense emotion.
"Try moving again!"
ER...
Nia Mitchell instantly tensed up, warily watching the CEO.
"I won’t move, I won’t move! I promise!" she said hurriedly, a strained smile on her face.
The scent of her shower gel wafted to him, soft and enticing.
Ultimately, Maxwell Peary couldn’t restrain himself any longer and pressed down on top of her.
Nia Mitchell shivered. She was already naked; if he wanted to do *that*, it would be incredibly easy now.
"Uncle, Uncle, Uncle, Uncle, Uncle!" Nia Mitchell chanted, desperately trying to bring him to his senses.
Her lower back still ached terribly. Suddenly, a dull throb started in her lower abdomen, a familiar discomfort. Then, she felt a trickle of liquid... flowing out...
UM... Nia Mitchell’s eyes flew open as she mentally calculated the dates.
CRAP! It looked like her period was due today!
Seeing the little Rabina’s colorful expression beneath him, Maxwell Peary frowned.
HISS... He thought he felt something warm and wet on his leg.
"Uncle, you should move," Nia Mitchell stammered. "I think... I think my period just started..."
