Desire Me If You Can-Chapter 21

D'Andre's mind went blank from the flood of words.

Ah, this isn't the time for this. Realizing too late, he became frustrated and shouted angrily.

"Wait, wait a minute. I also always use contraception! So why is it not okay for me?"

His relentless determination made the women finally spill the truth, and Valentina, with a look he'd never seen before, shouted just as loudly as D'Andre.

"Don't you understand what we've been saying all this time?"

She sighed deeply, irritably waving her hand at the person who wasn't getting it.

"Understand this. When you want to have sex with someone, not having to worry about pregnancy without contraception is ideal! Don't you understand how convenient that is, how perfect the situation is?"

The person seemed to open their mouth to make some excuse, but Valentina didn’t wait. She pressed even harder.

"But with you? That's something I can't expect! So, I don't want to have sex with you, NEVER! NEVER, EVER! FOREVER!"

The word "NEVER" echoed and scattered in the cold silence. D'Andre was dazed and just stood there, unable to respond.

"So now, get it through your head. Please, just give up cleanly!"

Watching his pitiful state being relentlessly cornered by Valentina, the men rushed out, quickly pulling him back to their seats.

"Hey, D'Andre? Get a grip. Bring some water here!"

Wilkins slapped D'Andre's cheek and called his name, and only then did he slowly seem to come to his senses. At the same time, the words he had just heard resurfaced in his mind, and his eyes burned painfully.

"I don't want to have sex with you, NEVER! NEVER, EVER! FOREVER!"

This is insane. I'd rather be beaten to death. To think words could kill someone like this. How can someone be so cruel?

"It's okay, it's okay."

Wilkins patted D'Andre's trembling back, trying to comfort him.

"Forget it. Relax, I have a good idea."

"A good idea?"

"What kind of idea?"

D'Andre blinked in confusion, and the other men behind him chimed in with their questions. Wilkins, glancing around, lowered his voice and looked at the women chattering from a distance. He then smiled briefly, a knowing grin on his face.

"Let's embarrass that guy in front of the women. If we make him look completely pathetic, the women will lose interest. We just need to laugh at him."

"Do you have a way to do that?"

"As expected, team leader, I knew I could count on you!"

"Let's throw Miller into the gutter!"

The men responded with enthusiasm, swinging their fists in the air. They bumped shoulders and nodded at each other, their spirits lifted as if preparing for battle. But even among them, D'Andre, still filled with resentment, glared at the women gathered but couldn't do a thing.

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"Hey, Grayson Miller."

As Grayson was flirting with another new female employee, Ezra called out. When he turned around, there stood Ezra. Without a word, Ezra signaled for him to follow with a gesture of his chin, and he turned on his heel, walking briskly. But something felt off. It wasn’t until he noticed the absence of footsteps behind him that Ezra realized and turned back, startled. Grayson Miller was still standing in the same spot, flirting with the woman. Irritated, Ezra quickly walked back towards Grayson.

"Miller, what are you doing here? Didn't you hear me say to follow me?"

Grayson finally looked up and glanced at him, his face clearly showing irritation.

"Hmm... Did I say that?"

"What?"

Grayson's response was nonchalant. Ezra, stunned, couldn’t help but raise his voice. Grayson gave him a shameless smile.

"I thought you were leaving, so I just called you. Right, Beth?"

His last words were completely different from what he’d said to Ezra, spoken in a soft, teasing voice, as if joking around. Grayson leaned in slightly, his head tilted with a playful smile on his lips, exuding confidence.

Beth, seemingly hypnotized by his smile, stared at him blankly for a moment before breaking into a grin and nodding.

"Mm, I didn't hear it either. I thought Ezra was just being unreasonable."

"Hahaha, hahaha! Beth, you're cute and funny too."

"I'm just like that. Hahaha."

Grayson and Beth laughed, their bodies swaying, without any hesitation. Of course, Ezra didn’t laugh at all. He clenched his fist, trembling slightly, and through his gritted teeth, he spat out.

"Miller, stop and follow me. Everyone's waiting."

At the sound of Ezra's angry voice, Grayson finally stopped laughing and looked at him, still with a smile on his face.

"If you have something to say, you could've come and said it yourself, you know?"

This was the exact opposite of the response Ezra was hoping for. Exasperated, Ezra sighed, looking up at the ceiling. After a deep breath, he spoke with a lowered voice.

"This isn’t something to say here. Just come with me, you’ll understand once we get there. If you refuse, the team leader said you should stay in the office and forget about any future missions."

Hearing the team leader's name, Grayson’s attitude shifted slightly. Still smiling, he seemed to think for a moment, but fortunately, he didn’t take long to nod.

"Well, I guess it can’t be helped. Sorry, Beth. I'll be right back."

To Ezra’s surprise, Grayson suddenly bent slightly and kissed Beth on the lips. ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) It was just a light, playful kiss, but considering they were in public, it felt deliberately bold. Ezra, fuming, watched with his eyes wide open for a full three minutes. As Grayson pulled away from Beth and waved at her, Ezra silently walked away. However, his burning anger couldn’t be quelled, and after taking a few steps, he spoke first.

"Since when did you and Beth become like that? I didn’t know anything about it."

With a mocking tone, Grayson wiped his lips, which were still shiny from the kiss, with his thumb and responded.

"Hmm? About 30 minutes?"

"You filthy bastard."

"Me?"

Grayson tilted his head at Ezra's retort, then turned around and shouted loudly at Beth, still standing there.

"Beth, this guy is calling you dirty!"

"What?"

"What?"

Both Beth and Ezra were shocked and shouted in unison.

"Wha-wha-wha-what did you say?! When did I say that? I never said anything like that to Beth! No, Beth! It’s a misunderstanding, I swear! I’m innocent, really!"

Frantically shaking his hands, Grayson chuckled and rubbed his chin as he tilted his head the other way.

"How strange. If I’m dirty, doesn't that mean Beth, who kissed me, is also dirty? What’s the difference?"

"That’s different, it’s different! You bastard! Are you trying to trap me?"

Ezra, enraged, shouted but Grayson, still not understanding, made a face that only made Ezra angrier. The impulse to hit Grayson boiled inside him, but he was forced to stop when another voice called out.

"Ezra, what are you doing? Why’s it taking so long? Everyone’s waiting!"

A man who had come to check on the situation grabbed Ezra's arm and pulled him along.

"What are you doing here? Are you planning to delay the mission? There’s no time!"

Damn it, Ezra gritted his teeth, but he had no choice. He walked quickly toward where the team leader and the others were waiting, his steps heavy. The man who had come to guide him followed, flustered, and lastly, Grayson leisurely followed, whistling with his hands in his pockets.