Caged In Love

The door of the room was pushed open, and Emily, who was lying on the bed, was startled to wake up by the sound. But when she heard the familiar footsteps, Emily immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and her heart was filled with a trace of happiness. She wanted to sit up from the bed, but was pressed back by the man.

"You... Are here..." even though he was so rude, Emily could hardly restrain her smile. Emily closed her eyes and let the man touch her long smooth hair, feel the little kisses on her neck, and touch the flexible muscles and symmetrical body under her.

However, the smile on her face didn't last long. The faint smell of women's perfume lingered on the man. Emily blinked her sour eyes, but did not say a word.

As for the smell of perfume at the tip of her nose, she seemed not to feel it. It was a cloud and rain, and Manchester City's favorite son of heaven lay beside her, sleeping steadily.

Emily carefully tucked in the quilt for Eason Wills, got up and got out of bed. She carefully opened the drawer at the head of the bed and pulled out the contraceptive pill. She swallowed it like chewing candy without drinking water. She slowly pulled up the shoulder strap that fell on her shoulder, stood on the floor barefoot, Leaned against the window and watched the night outside. Her lips were slightly pursed, and she slowly smoked.

Eason Wills doesn't like women who smoke, and Emily also wants to quit. However, the pressure in the entertainment industry is really great. The simplest way to get annoyed is to smoke a few mouthfuls and feel comfortable for a long time. It happens that Eason Wills rarely lives with her. She has been dragging and has never quit. She is not an important person and is not worth Eason Wills's attention.

It has been more than one month since Eason Wills last came here. Emily almost thinks that her gold owner will forget her. It is said that Dreame Entertainment has met several new people recently. They are so tender and young. It seems that she still has not much ability to retain Eason Wills.

Thinking of this, Emily felt a little bitter. She was no longer young, and Eason Wills had less and less time to stay here. Even if those little stars stared at Eason Wills like wolves, she did not even have the qualification to be sad. She talked bitterly. She was just a lover.

Emily casually throws the cigarette butts into the trash can. The man on the bed turns over impatiently. Emily picks up the water on the table and drinks two mouthfuls to remove the smoke fragrant. She goes to the bed and lies in the man's arms.

She stared Eason Wills's handsome and perfect face with her eyes. A trace of attachment flashed in her eyes. Looking at the man in