Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Lorcan George made Blanche Capra’s dinner reservation and after a few more casual conversations, he planned to leave.

Blanche Capra admonished him, “Don’t come over here all the time, waving around, it’s not good for people to see you.”

Lorcan George couldn’t help but pinch her face, a smile on his face, “I’m not afraid, but if you’re afraid, I’ll be a little more restrained and come secretly.”

Blanche Capra slapped his hand away and rolled her eyes, “What kind of words are you saying, sneaking in isn’t going to work either, don’t come if it’s nothing major.”

Lorcan George smiled and nodded his head in agreement before leaving.

Blanche Capra sat down on her bed with her arse in the air, thinking to herself that there’s been a lot going on lately, it’s been a lot of distractions. Just as she closed her eyes, York Charlie’s face came to mind, Blanche Capra was a little irritated, how come this person can’t be driven away?

The doorbell suddenly rang.

Blanche Capra thought it was Lorcan George folding his arms and smiled as she answered the door, “What? What else …” Her words caught in her throat and the smile on her face froze.

The visitor had ice-like features and deep eyes that fixed her in a stare, Blanche Capra’s hand disengaged from the doorknob and his all-cold aura forced her back a step.

York Charlie reached for her back.

Blanche Capra’s body pressed against him, like ice on a cold day, the cold that penetrated into her skin made her shiver gently. Blanche Capra lowered her eyes not wanting to see the bad mood in his eyes, but her silence and avoidance angered York Charlie even more, provoking York Charlie to pick her up in a cross-body hug. Blanche Capra was thrown onto the bed at once.

Blanche Capra subconsciously let out a cry of surprise, but York Charlie without warning pressed up and covered her with those thin lips tightly, Blanche Capra moaned to resist him, avoiding his overbearing confinement, but York Charlie’s lips followed the trend downwards, tearing away her clothes and sliding onto her shoulders.

“Ah …” Blanche Capra whimpered in pain as she pounded her hand against the back of the man on top of her, his breath was blazing against her shoulder and those hard teeth bit into the skin of her shoulder without mercy.

The bite came with full punitive force, as if it was meant to cause her pain.

“York Charlie! Have you gone mad? Biting people?” Blanche Capra said in exasperation.

York Charlie squeezed her, “Yeah! I’m crazy, I’m crazy to like an ungodly woman like you!”

Blanche Capra was enraged by his remark and pounded him harder, “What did you say? I’m a misogynist? You’re the one who’s meh and domineering and powerful! You’re the fascist! You’re the devil! You’re the mad dog! And you bit me!”

Blanche Capra grew more and more agitated as she spoke, and even more so as she felt that her angry words spoke to the essence of who he was. Was he not the devil? Torturing her day after day, year after year, her heart broken by him, and still she hung on to him and couldn’t get it back!

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York Charlie was struck by her with a muffled grunt, but his body was firmly covering her, not letting go of her no matter how hard she hit him. He lifted his face to look at her, her eyes did not have a glint in them, her lips pursed stubbornly, perhaps tired of fighting, the two fists that were raging on his back also let go.

His eyes slid down to her snow-white shoulders. There were two rows of teeth marks, some of which were deep enough to break the skin and show traces of blood, and as York Charlie watched with a mixture of pain and pleasure, he couldn’t help but press his lips to them again.

Blanche Capra thought he was going to bite her again, and was about to cry out in pain, but there was a murmur of voices in the corridor.

She couldn’t hear much, but York Charlie whispered, “There are reporters out there, and if you make another sound, there will be serious consequences.”

Blanche Capra had to hold back, who knew that York Charlie was only kissing her injured shoulder gently, and her body began to swoon, and as he kept going down, the skin on her body felt like a vast wilderness that had been set on fire by him, inch by inch, and then burned up.

Blanche Capra didn’t want to give in to his wrath, much less have a fish-out-of-water session with him as he taunted and punished her. But there were reporters all over the place outside, and she couldn’t make a big move to resist, couldn’t yell at him to call him out, and she told herself that she had to hold back and endure, but she couldn’t hold back even the tiniest moan.

She felt like a doll that had lost its vitality and was at the mercy of others, no matter how much it hurt, no matter how hard it was, she wouldn’t cry out, she wouldn’t use any part of her body to struggle or resist.

For the first time she felt that being with him was such a heartbreaking and painful process.

Blanche Capra silent tears, the pallor of her face and her neck under the flushed contrast, she had never resent and resist his closeness and caresses, she just do not understand, why he wants to punish her like this, why he has a stigma in his heart for her but do not make it painfully clear?

Why did he have to do it this way?

The more Blanche Capra thought about it, the more she felt that there were too many things between the two of them, for the future, she was more and more confused and do not know what to do. She didn’t sleep all night, and then York Charlie fell asleep exhausted, and got dressed and left again before dawn.

He never said another word to her again, as if he didn’t care what she thought, just to come over and administer a physical punishment to her.

Blanche Capra cried under the covers for a while and drifted off to sleep again.

Blanche Capra woke up in a daze after it was completely light, the remnants of last night’s heart-wrenching and painful ordeal still in her head, and she subconsciously went to feel around her, remembering in a flash that York Charlie had left before dawn.

Blanche Capra shuffled muddily, straightened her make-up, and carefully opened the door to go out.

The corridor was in full view, not even a soul in sight, and she stood for a moment, slightly relieved to see nothing but two occupants walking out of their rooms, not even the hotel staff who cleaned and swept up.

There is no money, those shares and can not be used, they still have a debt to pay, and now even more even have no place to live. Blanche Capra had to find to go to the appointment of the film set one by one interview.

Who knows these three days down, interviews tired half dead, but no one successful. What made Blanche Capra even more embarrassed was that the interviewers, after reading her profile, contemptuously stated that she could not be hired because she had problems with her style.

Blanche Capra was speechless.

It was on the fourth day that Blanche Capra was offered a role-playing opportunity, a bit part in a film, and she thought she could give it a try, no matter how much money she got, at least she wouldn’t stop there.

So with that Blanche Capra went to the set as arranged for the shoot.

The film is about a medieval young lady who falls into prostitution, then escapes with her wits and uses her business acumen and ancestral business skills to make her way in the bustling city and eventually become a female business tycoon.

Blanche Capra takes on the role of a simple and kind girl who takes in the heroine when she is down and out.

Because of her small role and small part, the cast did not prepare an acting script for her, she was just called in front of the assistant director, who gave her a general idea of what she was supposed to be playing.

Blanche Capra realized that she was playing more than just a nice girl who takes in the heroine.