Mr. Billionaire Boundless Love

Selene wasn’t fond of intoxicated men. In fact, she detested them. Her father often consumed alcohol and would cry bitterly alone when drunk. She felt she grew somber and depressed about this behavior.

But obviously, Clint Denovan held it together much better than her father. Clint was not rowdy or depressed. Maybe he drank for socializing rather than for his mood.

After a while, Clint finally awoke and got out of the car. “Thank you, Selene. You should take my car with you. It’s not safe for you to go home alone this late. I will come to pick it up tomorrow.”

His voice sounded weary as if he was about to fall over and pass out at any second.

Seeing Clint staggering towards his apartment, Selene thought for a while, then finally decided to get out of the car and went after him.

She grabbed his arm and said. “Mr. Denovan, you’re too drunk. I’ll help you get into your apartment.”

Clint looked hazily and smiled. “Thank you.”

She helped him into the hall and entered the lift.

Clint pushed her away gently and backed himself against the metal wall of the lift. His eyes were now clearer than before, and he stared at Selene, who stood in the center.

Selene looked very calm and smiled. She raised her hand to the buttons and asked. “Which floor?”

“Ninth.”

Selene pushed the button delicately with a slender finger.

When she turned to look at Clint, he seemed to be in pain, one hand covering his eyes and the other supporting his forehead.

Selene did not say anything.

When they got to the ninth floor, Selene held his arm and helped him walk to his door.” Mr. Denovan. Is this your door?”

Drunk and swapped with energy, Clint leaned his whole body against Selene. They walked slowly to the door of his room.

Clint’s eyes were closed, and it seemed as if he were asleep.

Selene called his name, but he did not answer back.

She thought for a while, then reached her hand into his pocket to take the room key card. She felt Clint freeze slightly.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

She opened the door and saw a spacious and orderly room. This suited his identity and temperament quite well.

Selene helped him onto the bed in his bedroom. He didn’t move, seemingly asleep.

After all the physical effort, Selene was sweaty. She stood by the bed, simply arranging her hair, and looked at the man’s sleeping form.

Undoubtedly, Clint looked very handsome but cold. Together with his pale face and closed eyes, this made him look even more distant.

Selene curled her lips and thought, ironically. Will he remember that I helped him?

She bent down and said, “Mr. Denovan, have a good rest. I’m leaving now.”

Before she could stand up straight, Clint caught her hand with his and then pulled her onto the bed.

She whispered out and turned to the man by her side. Before she could react, she calmed down at the sight of Clint’s face.

She kept still and looked at him silently.

Clint opened his eyes and looked directly into hers. His gaze gave away his drunkenness, perplexity, and curiosity. After a few moments, he leaned closer. The heavy smell of alcohol hit Selene’s nostrils.

She frowned.

She hated the stench of booze, but she didn’t react.

Clint kissed her lips tentatively. Selene looked up slightly, and under the faint light, his drunkenness seemingly disappeared.

Selene was unsure if he was sobering up, but she knew that the man was struggling with hesitation.

She smiled slightly and stretched out her arms to hug his neck.

They felt each other’s breath, and Clint looked at her silently for several seconds, then kissed her again.

Selene found his alcoholic breath repulsive and even thought of pushing him away and just making a run for it. But the image of Joseph and Jennifer together briefly played in her mind. The thought of revenge made her stay.

She did not push him away or move her lips from his but instead just lay there like a puppet, waiting for it to end.

Clint continued kissing her with eagerness. His alcohol-stained lips pressed repeatedly against her cold ones. Though she was not reciprocating the kiss, he seemingly did not seem to take his mind or take notice.

Clint’s lips felt burning hot. Admittedly, she hated the alcohol breath, but she was still thrilled as if she was about to lose something precious.

She would absolutely lose something that night.

Of course, Selene did not think of her virginity as something very precious. Consensual affairs were common in the modern world. She was still a virgin, not because she attached great importance to it but rather because the right moment for her to lose it hadn’t come until now.

At her age, sacrificing her virginity to such a handsome and rich man would be worthwhile, she thought.

Having had no motherly love, Selene appeared calm, yet truthfully, she was unsympathetic. Even having sex with an unknown man didn’t make her nervous. He was just drunk. She wasn’t embarrassed at all and silently hoped for it to end soon.

Some people say that a girl’s first time is very painful, which makes it quite memorable.

Selene thought it was a joke – she did not feel any pain.

Maybe it was because of Clint’s good moral upbringing. Although he was drunk, he was gentle with his kisses and strokes. When he finally climaxed, she did not cry with tears but breathed a sigh of relief instead.

Finally, it ended. Clint pulled himself out and lay on his stomach, falling asleep almost instantly. His breath stinks of alcohol, and he looks like a passed-out drunkard.

He probably wouldn’t remember what had happened the next day.

In the dim light, she watched as the man lying beside her suddenly started to awake.

It may have been the longest night she had gone through in her whole life. She had lied on the bed with her eyes closed beside the stranger with whom she had had intercourse. Though she had been very calm after the ordeal, she still found it nearly impossible to fall asleep.