The Wrong Woman

Jasper held his other hand against the wall, contemplating for a moment. Then he raised his eyes to meet Imogen's gaze. Breathing heavily, he continued to argue, "Imogen, I didn't lie to you."

"Are you sure?" Imogen asked as she narrowed her eyes in confusion.

Jasper gulped, feeling guilty. He liked Imogen so much that he couldn't accept the idea of divorce.

He braced himself and said with a guilty conscience, "Yes, I'm sure. I didn't lie—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Suddenly, Imogen placed her hands around his neck. She stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips.

The unexpected kiss left Jasper shocked and immobile. With his pupils dilated slightly, he blinked.

His breathing became erratic, his heart rate quickened, and his body stiffened.

As he tasted the sweetness of her lips, he could no longer suppress his desire. He placed his hands on her waist, pressing her soft and curvy body against the wall.

He wasn't satisfied with just kissing, so he slightly opened his mouth to cover her lips. He slid his tongue into her mouth and started sucking her tongue.

Imogen was stunned. She had only wanted to test if Jasper was gay and if he could accept a woman.

She thought Jasper would dodge or reject her kiss, but she never expected him to react so passionately. His assertiveness was aggressive, dominant, and fiery, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Mmm..." Imogen struggled to push him away, but the kiss had rendered her weak. She could only use her clenched fists to hit his chest.

Her resistance was so feeble it seemed more like an invitation. Her moans were tantalizing.

Jasper used his strong body to pin her down, making her unable to move. His kiss was deep and consuming, as if he wanted to devour her.

He grasped Imogen's wrists, slowly raising them above her head and pressing them against the wall. His kiss grew more passionate, from innocent to lustful, his body pressing more tightly against hers.

It was because Imogen had initiated it, so he went all out to kiss her.

Imogen felt like the kiss was draining all her oxygen, and it seemed like an eternity before he finally released her lips. As he rested his forehead against hers, he panted softly.

Their hot breath mingled, and the air was full of tension. At that moment, their hearts were racing like crazy.

As Imogen narrowed her eyes slightly, she pursed her lips, sore from the kiss.

In a deep, magnetic voice, he murmured, "Imogen, as long as we don't get a divorce, I'll do anything for you." 

Imogen felt very sad. She liked his kiss but also felt a sense of repulsion. She asked, "Doesn't it bother you to kiss me?" 

Jasper was stunned for a few seconds before he said, "Yeah, it's a bit uncomfortable."

After all, his sex drive was quite high, so a deep kiss couldn't satisfy him. He still wanted to keep it going but the desire was tormenting him. NôvelDrama.Org content.

How could he not feel uncomfortable?

Imogen felt uncomfortable hearing his words.

He was gay. Can he really be straight after that?

Marriage isn't a game, so why did he lie to make her his beard?

Imogen angrily pushed against his chest, making him step back.

Jasper didn't understand why she was angry, so he frowned at her.

"If it's uncomfortable, then don't kiss me!" Imogen said angrily.

Jasper felt wronged. He responded, "You kissed me first."

"I..." Imogen's voice trailed off as she was unable to argue.

Jasper stared at her.

Imogen stayed quiet for a while. Not bothering to say anything, she went to open the door.

Jasper stepped forward and pressed her hand down. He said, "Eat breakfast before you leave."

"I don't want to eat."

"At least eat a little."

Imogen sighed in exasperation. Looking at him, she couldn't help but feel frustrated and helpless.