A Moment in Destiny novel Chapter 302

“The more you struggle... the more I want to get you...” Vincent smiled evilly, deepening the passionate kiss. Leila almost couldn’t breathe under his wild kiss. At the same time, his big hands were restless.

“Please don’t...” Leila’s refusal sounded like she was playing hard to get to Vincent. His eyes became deeper and the fire of desire on him became stronger because of it. It felt like that the air around them was also on fire, the scent of sex becoming stronger and stronger.

“Leila, tell me you want it.” Leila’s mouth was forced open again. Vincent’s tongue got in nimbly, making her unable to breathe as usual. She couldn’t only let him get whatever he wanted again and again.

The temperature kept rising. His black eyes became dim and bright from time to time, full of an indescribable feeling.

He carried her in his arms and walked out of the kitchen. In the dining room, he put her on the dining table and skillfully took off her clothes...

“Mr. White-- I... I...” she stammered, only to find that she couldn’t speak properly.

Ignoring her, he pulled out his hot tongue and licked her neck gently. Leila’s body became tightened suddenly. It tickled and made her uncomfortable, and her heart skipped a beat.

She was in a panic. Awkwardly, she suggested, “Can you wait after I’ve cooked?”

“But you are more delicious than the food,” Vincent said in a hoarse voice, which sounded so ambiguous. He tasted Leila’s fragrance without scruple. Obsessively, he kissed every inch of her skin. Although he made love to her several times last night and this morning, he still tasted her curved figure lovingly. How he wished to rub her into his body and make two become one...

Hence, on the small dining table, Vincent stripped Leila brazenly. When her blouse was stripped and tossed away, Leila was shocked and weakened without any strength.

“Mr. White--” Leila called him in a soft and weak tone.

She couldn’t do anything when facing his strong desire.

However, his eyes were full of some kind of strength. Bending down his head, he gave a bunch of hot kisses along her collarbones. He said in a husky whisper, “Shush! Don’t move. Let me love you!”

Vincent’s words startled Leila. She wondered if that was sweet talk...

Right then--

The lock on the door seemed to be turned. Leila’s body was stiffened in an instant...

Vincent also sensed something wrong.

“It’s my mom,” Leila said in a low voice. She got up from the table immediately. Only her mother had a key.

Vincent’s eyes became sharp, and unhappiness flashed through his eyes. He felt extremely annoyed to be interrupted. He picked her up and acted so quickly that surprised Leila. Then he grabbed the striped blouse, pressed it into her arms, and carried her into the kitchen.

The door was opened.

Mabel frowned in confusion. “Oh? Has Leila come back?”

Vincent and Leila were both in the kitchen, and the latter’s face was as ruby as a potato.

Vincent was expressionless, vexation flashing through his eyes. He tightened up his clothes and whispered to Leila, “I’ll go out first. Come out soon.”

“Okay.” Leila lowered her head with a reddened face, putting on her clothes in a panic.

When Mabel was about to call Leila’s name, Vincent walked out.

“Oops!” Mabel was startled. “Oh, Vincent?”

“It’s me, Mom. Why are you here?” Vincent smiled slightly.

Mabel looked in the direction where the kitchen was and blinked, seemingly she had understood something. “Is Leila in the kitchen?”

“Yes.” Vincent nodded. “Leila and I haven’t had lunch yet, so we came here to cook.”

“Oh! I came in at a bad timing!” Mabel felt a bit embarrassed. She was idle in the afternoon, so she decided to come over to clean up. Much to her surprised, she saw Vincent, and Leila still hadn’t come out at this time. She was an experienced hand, so she immediately understood what was going on. “Vincent, I suddenly recalled that I still have something to deal with now. Please hurry up and have lunch with Leila. I’ve got to go.”

Hence, Mabel walked out in embarrassment.

Vincent walked her to the door. “Mom, shall I drive you over?”

“No! No, thanks, Vincent,” Mabel immediately refused, feeling so embarrassed. “Hurry up and cook! I’ll come here to clean up the house the other day.”

She decided to call Leila ahead if she would come over again in the future to avoid encountering such a thing again. Judging from Vincent’s look, they must be making love just now.

“Go back, Vincent!” Mabel waved at him again and closed the door for him, and then went downstairs.

Vincent stood at the door, took a deep breath in depression. When he turned around, he saw Leila standing behind him not far away with a blushed face. “Has my mother left?”

“Yes.” Vincent glinted at Leila, feeling somewhat irritated. He picked up his phone. “Hello! Find me a locksmith company and bring me a set lock for the security door. I need it in Pearl Community. Yeah. Call me when the locksmith arrives.”

“Mr. White, do, do you want to change the lock?” Leila gaped at the depressed Vincent.

“Do you have any opposite opinion?” Vincent’s tone was quite impatient. Did she want him to pause the half-way again when this happened next time? In that case, his joystick would become useless in the future, totally doomed.

After finishing his words, he cast a sharp glance at Leila.

“No! I don’t oppose it!” Leila shook her head in a daze. She didn’t have the guts to be against him. “I’ll go cook.”

Immediately, she ran back to the kitchen. She blushed again. Her mother had interrupted them. Otherwise, he would have had sex with her on the dining table. At the thought of it, she felt so ashamed.

Leila picked up and washed the vegetables. Hearing the sound of the running water, Vincent couldn’t help curling up his lips into a smile.

Then he lit up a cigarette, waiting in silence.

The locksmith arrived. Vincent personally took him up and watched him change the lock.

In about twenty minutes, the old lock was removed and the new lock was installed.

Leila heard the noise and stretched out secretly to look out, only to find that Vincent was passing a few big bills to the locksmith. “Thanks a lot.”

“It’s too much, Sir.” The locksmith didn’t dare to take it.

“Save the rest as your tip. I’m quite happy with your service. Next time, to change the lock, you should act faster.” As Vincent finished speaking, the locksmith took over the bills.

“Thank you, Sir!”

“Okay.” The locksmith was gone.

Vincent used the key to try the lock. Then he nodded with satisfaction. He went back to sit down on the sofa in the living room and started to take the keys off. He saved one for Leila and put all the rest five keys onto his key chain.

“This is for you!” Seeing Leila coming out, Vincent pushed the key on the tea table.

“Then, could you give one to my mother?” asked Leila in a low voice.

Vincent was silent. Then he suddenly stood up. “If we need to give one to her, why would I change the lock?”

“Ah, please don’t get mad. I got it.” Leila immediately grabbed her tea and went back to the kitchen. At the door of the kitchen, she turned around and glanced at Vincent. Then she said in a soft tone, “Lunch is almost ready.”

Vincent watched her bony figure disappear and go into the kitchen directly. He lit up a cigarette, leaning against the sofa.

After being busy in the kitchen for a while and the range hood was turned on and off, Leila came out. Wearing the apron, she turned around and called, “Mr. White, come to have lunch.”

Vincent stubbed out the cigarette, stood up, and sat at the dining table.

She brought bowls to the table and put them down. Then she went back to fetch the chopsticks. He squinted at her all the time.

Leila sat opposite him, handing the chopsticks to him with both her hands. “I only cooked two dishes. I’m afraid you would be starved. You can start first. The soup will be ready soon.”

Vincent took over the chopsticks and picked up some food. Then he met Leila’s expectant eyes. He nodded slightly. “It tastes not bad.”

“I’ll fetch the soup now.” Leila smiled excitedly, walking towards the kitchen.

At the moment, a phone rang, and the ringing tone sounded from Leila’s handbag. Vincent glanced at the kitchen -- she was busy. Then he stood up, got the phone, and checked the caller ID. He squinted slightly at it.

Julian!

Vincent swiped to answer and heard Julian’s voice came from the other end of the line. “Hello, Leila? How are you doing recently?”

“Pretty well,” Vincent uttered two words, his tone gloomy and unpredictable.

“Ah? Senior?” Julian was surprised.

“She’s quite busy. If you need anything, just come to me. Don’t disturb her!”

“Senior, so are you willing to meet me?”

“If you need anything, come to me in White Group!” Vincent hung up the phone. “But, I’ll be on a business trip for a week. Come to find me a week later,” he said to himself.

“Did someone call me?” Leila saw him holding her phone when she came out.

“Yeah. Wrong number.” Vincent’s slender finger tabbed on the screen, and the call log vanished.

Although she didn’t believe him, Leila didn’t dare to retort. She sat down and ladled the soup for him.

After lunch, Leila did dishes in the kitchen.

Finishing cleaning up, she turned around and saw him standing at the door of the kitchen. There was only a meter between them, their eyes meeting. Gradually, the nervousness as if she was forced to a corner appeared, which aroused the aggressiveness hidden deeply in the man’s body.

“You’re full now, aren’t you?” In an instant, Vincent had been standing in front of her. His voice was so low that her legs were weakened when she heard it.

“Mr. White, it’s almost the time for my workout.” Leila couldn’t imagine. If they had sex, would she still have the physical strength to practice?

“It’s still early. There are an hour and a half left.” He checked the time on his watch.

Then she was grabbed by him again. This time, they went to her bedroom directly.

“Mr. White, let’s do it at night.” She truly couldn’t get used to doing it during the daytime.

“I’ll fly to Japan this evening.” His forehead pressed hers.

“Oh? Will you go on a business trip?” She was a bit surprised, wondering if it was because he would be on a business trip so that he was so eager.

“Yeah!”

Leila nestled in his arms softly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. Vincent lowered his head and kissed her lips, feeling the woman shivering in his arms. His lips moved down and softly bit her red lips as a punishment.

Her eyelashes moved. She looked at him shyly with reluctance in her eyes.

“How long will you be in Japan,” she asked.

“A week.”

Her hands were wrapped around his neck. “When will your flight take off in the evening?”