Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 12

With Amelia staring him intently, Patrick could not help but smile confidently. He was certain that no women would not fall for his amazing look. "What have you thought of to thank me for my generous help?"

Amelia tried her best to speak on a calm note, "What do you want?"

"Well, give me a kiss," Patrick answered in a hoarse voice while her mood changed. "Not a tap on the cheek. I want a mouth-to-mouth, tongue-on-tongue french kiss."

As he spoke, he reached out and was about to touch her face. Yet she tilted her head and dodged his attempt. "Why don't you have some gum first. It reeks of cigarettes."

Amelia was completely aware that she was making it difficult for him. Normal people would not carry a pack of gum wherever they go. It was just her way of turning him down.

"Sure, not a problem!" Patrick gave her a smile of assurance.

Amelia was a bit startled at first. When she realised what Patrick took out was a cigarette packet, she was relieved thinking he had given up.

He put the butt of a cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep breath. Just as she let her guard down, he held the cigarette with two fingers, while his other hand reached to the back of her head. Pressing against her with his hand, the distance between them drew closer.

In the next second, he tasted her soft lips with threads of smoke flowing into her mouth. That triggered her beautiful eyes to open wide and an incredible itch down her throat.

It wast until to the point she couldn't take it anymore then she opened her mouth to gasp for fresh air. A ray of light flashed across his eyes...

Patrick fiercely swept through Amelia's teeth with his strong tongue, causing Amelia a short blackout as her brain lacked oxygen.

In the end, she bit the tip of his tongue with her canines from the strength she did not know she had.

With his tongue numb and painful, Patrick reflexively backed off. Since he did not get what he wanted, his face was colder and cloudier than the night outside the car.

Amelia did not look that well either. Patrick felt entertained looking at Amelia, "How was it?"

Trying hard to hold back the impulse to slap the taste out of his mouth, she concluded, stunned and angry, "Poison."

After glancing at Amelia's face, which was unbelievably beautiful despite her bad mood, a surge of heat flushed down his throat.

At this time, a car behind them violently honked. The red light had turned green. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Patrick could only suppress his surging emotions. He put out the cigarette and started driving again.

"Even though it's poison, it's my kind of poison. I want a good life not a long one."

Amelia used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth with annoyance, completely clueless of what she should do.

By the time they returned to Hoppers' residence, it was already half past two in the morning. Amelia took a quick look out of the window, and saw the security guards were patrolling in teams. When they saw Patrick's car passing by, they'd automatically make way and let them pass.

When they went downhill to the garage, Patrick's cell phone suddenly rang. He had the steering wheel with his right hand, while his left hand was shifting gears. So he asked Amelia for help,

"Check my phone for me please."

She didn't think much about it and put her hand into his left pocket in her pants in search of the buzzing phone.

Because of his sitting position, his cell phone was in between his thigh muscles and pelvis. She didn't dare to put too much force on it, fearing she might hurt him.

After searching for a while, she suddenly heard a grunt from him.

Amelia blinked in confusion, only to find that Patrick was staring at her, with his eyes filled with lust.

She finally realised she did not grab his phone but something else, giving her such a scare she tried pulled her hand out quick as lightning. Yet Patrick pressed her hand down a lot faster. "Mrs. Hopper, a bit of a dick move to leave me hanging, don't you

think?"

When she got her bearings, the car had already been safely parked in the garage. She did not enjoy being his plaything and questioned, "Since you've stopped, why don't you take it yourself?"

Patrick held her delicate hands with tenderness and said, "Well I saw you rubbing my legs like you were enjoying it. Didn't want to interrupt."

Only an idiot would refuse such an intoxicating experience. Patrick seemed to be lost in thought.

His mobile kept ringing as if seeking for attention. She picked his fingers away one by one, turned her head away in frustration, and ignored him.

The corner of Patrick's mouth twitched slightly and he decided he had enough fun for now. So he took out his phone and said, "Hello?"

"Patrick, where are you? We're waiting for you in Oasis for god knows how long. You are missing out all the fun!."

Patrick's mind was clotted for a moment. Then he remembered he made a deal with his boys. That he would not stay at home on his wedding night, but go to the nightclub Oasis to drink with them. Dealing with Amelia with her troublesome neighbour was never a part of plan.

"Hello? You still there?" The man on the other end of the call said with a teasing laugh, "Don't tell me that you're having such a GOOD time, so good you can't leave?"

Patrick snorted, as if Amelia did not mean much to him. He had always been a wolf craving for adventures. Amelia could never tame him. "Wait for me! I'll be right there!"

After the call, Patrick changed his flirty attitude and said, "I got a thing. Go back into the house first."

Amelia did not ask anything. Inside the car was quiet, and she had heard a lot of the contents on the other end of the call. She could pretty much imagine what he was going to do. Recalling what he had done on their wedding night, she simply said, "Drive safe."