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My Toyboy 11
My Toyboy 11
Chapter 11
Cynthia’s eyes widened in surprise. “I really don’t know. Ms. Bennett just mentioned that this room has been empty for years.”
Jonathan raised an eyebrow. “She’s not wrong. I’ve been living at Greenfield Villa for the past three years.”
Instantly, the mood shifted awkwardly. Jonathan noticed a slight blush creeping onto Cynthia’s checks, and it made him feel a bit better. “Why don’t you go change? We can chat later,” he said
Cynthia realized she was almost naked now. But changing in front of his intense gaze made her feel uneasy. “Mr. Bennett, surely you know a gentleman should never stare?”
Jonathan chuckled, walking over to the sofa where Cynthia had tossed her clothes. His gaze felt much more daring as he said, “Sorry, but I must have missed that one.”
Such bold flirting finally brought Cynthia à sense of familiarity–Jonathan was truly the lover she had kept for three years.
She wasn’t one to back down casily, especially since they had shared countless nights in bed together. With a calm demeanor, she set her dress aside and reached for the outfit Yvette had prepared for her on the sofa, her creamy beige lingerie set fully visible to Jonathan.
His eyes darkened instantly. With her slim waist and perfect curves, Cynthia looked like a vibrant work of art. The soft, silky feel of her skin surged through his mind, and before he realized it, he reached out and grabbed her arm.
Just as Cynthia’s fingers brushed against the fabric of the clothes, she found herself tumbling into his embrace, and his heated kiss enveloped her.
She pushed against him, trying to break free, but then she stopped resisting. She knew how intoxicating his kisses could be. So why not enjoy it while it lasted?
As they lost themselves in each other, Cynthia’s phone suddenly rang. She gently tried to push Jonathan away. “It’s a call.”
“Ignore it.” Jonathan was too caught up in the moment to let go easily. His big hand slid down her perfect waist, gearing up. for his next move.
But Cynthia smiled and said, “It’s my husband. I need to answer it.”
It killed the mood for Jonathan instantly. He released her and leaned back. Cynthia seized the chance to grab her phone.
“Where have you been?” Filip asked, sounding awake now but definitely not friendly.
“My dress is stained. I’m changing and will be right there,” Cynthia replied.
“You always have something going on,” Filip said before hanging up. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.
Cynthia began to get dressed. The yellow tank top paired with dark jeans made her look both casual and sexy. With her features, she could pull off any style effortlessly.
“Cynthia, we need to talk,” Jonathan said, his tone serious.
Cynthia adjusted her outfit, curiosity in her eyes. “Talk about what?”
“Leave Filip and come be with me,” Jonathan said.
Cynthia couldn’t help laughing.
“What are you laughing at?” Jonathan frowned.
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Chapter II
With that, Jonathan strode out of the room, leaving Cynthia stubed. It took a moment for her to collect herself before she followed him out.
Filip, who had just finished throwing up, was feeling a bit better le glanced at Cynthia in her new outfit but didn’t ask her what had happened. After the party ended, they said goodbye to the hosts and left Piedmont Manor.
On the way home, Cynthia rolled down the car window,