My Gorgeous Aunty

Chapter 27 I Know You Want to Have Sex With Me

After Sebastian kicked the bathroom door and saw a beautiful young woman taking a shower, he knew

he had gone to the wrong room.

He could be sure that when Francisco called Giovanna, he indeed said the room number was Suite

1606.

But when he used all of his strength to climb up, Francisco was nowhere to be found and there was a

young beauty in the bathroom.

No matter what, Sebastian could only ignore Charleigh's "hookup" and dashed off with a face full of

justice to find out which room Francisco was in.

However, this young woman was complaining all the time. It seemed that he could not leave this room

before he enjoyed her delicate body in a satisfactory manner, so he refused her immediately.

After being scolded, Charleigh's face flushed, and she hurriedly reached out to grab the bath towel,

saying with both shame and anger.

"Why are you speaking dirty to me?"

"And you want to do dirty things with me."

"I am not.

You are lying."

Charleigh froze and got so angry, but quickly calmed down:

"You're here to find someone, aren't you?"

"What I am going to do is none of your fucking business."

When he said the word "fucking", Sebastian couldn't help looking at her private parts.

Unfortunately, it was already covered by a bath towel.

This made Sebastian regret a bit, why did he hand her a bath towel?

After he looked over, Charleigh subconsciously closed her legs.

Sebastian said again in a bad manner.

"It's all covered up so tightly, so what's the point of hiding.

I am leaving."

"Wait."

Charleigh spoke again.

Probably afraid of being scolded by him, she hastily said.

"Perhaps, I know the person you are looking for."

Sebastian raised his eyebrow.

"How do you know who I am looking for?"

"Just tell me that name."

Charleigh completely regained the composure she should have.

Because she already realized from Sebastian's behavior that this guy might be a good person...

A good person wouldn't harm her, so why should she be afraid of him?

As for the matter of her delicate body being seen by him, it was already a fact that couldn't be changed.

But there was plenty of time to figure out what to do.

Seeing this guy was probably a good person, Charleigh decided to help him this time.

"The man I'm looking for called Francisco, Francisco Scott."

Sebastian's distrustful eyes swept back and forth across her legs a few more times before he slowly

spoke out Francisco's name.

Clarleigh smiled.

Little did she know that Sebastian especially hated the way she smiled.

Because when she smiled like that, it meant she had confidence in winning and everything was in her

control.

If he wasn't in a hurry to find Francisco, Sebastian would definitely make her understand how foolish

her confidence was.

"Very well."

Charleigh raised her hand to gather the hair on her shoulder in an elegant manner.

"If he was the boss of the Springsun Group, then I know which room he's in."

Sebastian also understood.

"You're in PR, right?

You drank with him tonight?

Look at your little flushed, lustful face."

"I am not!"

Charleigh was ashamed, but went along with his words.

"I'm from Dacheng Group's PR department..."

"I figured that you are in PR department. You are so voluptuous and casual.

Come on, tell me which room he's in."

Sebastian didn't care what kind of work she did, and urged her repeatedly.

Charleigh claimed that she was from the PR department because she was afraid if this guy knew her

true identity, he would leak the information. However, she never expected that he spoke in such a rude

way and had to endure him.

"I don't know the exact room number..."

Just as she said that, she felt blurry.

Sebastian, who was standing at the door of the bathroom at first, unexpectedly pounced on her like a

ghost. He reached out to rip off her bath towel, grabbed the left side of her breast with one hand, and

cursed with the force of his five fingers.

"Bitch, do you think you can play tricks with me just because you look pretty. I am telling you, you are

asking for trouble."

After being caught, Charleigh was in severe pain and opened her mouth to scream, but Sebastian

raised his hand to cover her mouth.

She'd been married for years and her husband hadn't used that force to pinch her.

Nor had anyone ever used such vulgar and unpleasant words, cursing her and staring at her with eyes

full of grim, murderous intent.

This also made Charleigh clearly realize that when talking to Sebastian, it was best not to tell lies, and

she hurriedly shook her head, broke away from his hand, and with tears glistening in her eyes, she

explained in a dumb voice.

"Sir, I'm not playing tricks with you.

Please let go.

It hurts. It hurts so much."

Shut up.

If you don't hurt after I've used so much force, that will be a weird thing.

Sebastian laughed coldly, and then he heard Charleigh say.

"I don't know where he lives, but my bodyguards do, so I'll just call and ask."

"Come on, don't be play tricks when you are talking to me, okay?

It'll cause misunderstandings."

Only then did Sebastian finally calm down, and picked up the bath towel that had fallen beside his toes,

and just as she was about to drape. Sebastian rubbed her breast with an apologetic look.

"Sorry, I shouldn't hurt you and bruise you.

Of course, it's your skin's fault of being too tender and feels like freshly clotted cream.

Oh, yes, hurry up and make a call."

When Charleigh was grabbed by Sebastian, the pain cloaked her vision.

But after being rubbed by him, something strange rose up from the bottom of her heart, she hurriedly

pushed him away, clutching the bath towel to her chest.

"Sir, please don't touch me."

"You must be well-educated to keep a civil tongue under this situation.

I should learn from you in terms of manner.

Fuck, can you stop wiping your tears and call as soon as possible?"

At Sebastian's "civilized" urging, Charleigh didn't dare to ignore him, not even dare to wipe her tears.

She hastily nodded, grabbed the bath towel with her left hand, and picked up her cell phone from the

chair next to her with her right hand.

Of course she knew where Francisco lived.

She said she was going to call her subordinates, just to take the opportunity to inform Luca.

But when she picked up the phone, she glanced that Sebastian was listening intently, and got shocked.

How dare she call Luca, so she had to call Mr. Cheng.

No subordinate dared not to answer the phone quickly when the big boss calls, and so did Mr. Cheng.

"Mrs. Charleigh, what is the matter?"

Sweeping Sebastian from the corner of her eyes, Charleigh took a deep breath and asked in a tone

familiar to Mr. Cheng.

"Which room is Francisco, president of the Springsun Group, staying in?"

Francisco gave you all the room numbers he booked, would you not know where he was?

Mr. Cheng glazed, certainly wouldn't ask more but quickly replied.

"Francisco is in room 1508.

Mrs. Charleigh, do you want me to go find him?"

"No, I'm just asking."

Charleigh ended the call directly and said in a low voice.

"Sir, the man you're looking for is in..."

Halfway through the sentence, she froze.

Sebastian was gone, and the sound of the room door being closed came from outside.

Luca, the female bodyguard who lived opposite to Charleigh's room, always kept an eye on the

movements outside by installing a monitor on every door of the hotel room she was living in.

So when she suddenly saw a masked man came from the boss's room, her first reaction was... how

could that be possible!

After Charleigh walked into her room, Luca's eyes never left the monitor and never saw anyone go in.

So how could this person get out from Mrs. Charleigh's room?

Only after the masked man left and disappeared from the monitor, did Luca figure out what happened.

She lifted her foot to kick away the chair and lunged for the door.

At this moment, Luca no longer cared about who the masked man was, she only wanted to rush into

Charleigh's room and to see what happened.

Just as Luca's right hand was about to touch the room door, it suddenly opened.

Mrs. Charleigh was standing behind the door in a white bathrobe, safe and sound.

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However, her flushed face looked as if she was raped by someone.

Anyway, seeing her boss was safe, Luca was wildly happy in her heart. When she was about to say

something, Charleigh snatched before her.

"Nothing happened, understand?"

Nothing happened?

A person just... Luca was dumbfounded, but then understood, and nodded in a hurry.

"Just leave and have a rest."

Charleigh turned around to her room, and as she rubbed her body that was hurt by Sebastian, she

thought to herself:

"Francisco is going to have trouble."

You were so smart, Charleigh!

If Francisco could know what she was thinking, he would definitely admire her.

But he didn't.

He was getting angry now.

Five or six minutes had passed since his appointement time with Giovanna, she never came to open

his door.

"Ok, well, then don't blame me for not being polite.

At first, for the sake of your beauty, I was going to let you off, but I never expect that you are so

ungrateful.

Well."

Francisco grunted and walked quickly to the balcony, taking out his phone and was about to inform his

sister Selena, who was still in the hospital, so that she could break the fierce news online. Suddenly, he

thought of something else.

"Maybe she ran to the sixteenth floor because she didn't get my message."

However, text messages couldn't always be seen.

Considering Giovanna was really pretty, Francisco decided to give her one last chance. He found her

cell phone number and started dialing.

When he called Giovanna, Francisco was worried that she would turn off her phone.

But soon, a beep sound came.

"If you don't answer it, you're dead."

A sinister smile surfaced at the corner of Francisco's mouth when he suddenly heard the ring was

coming from the living room.

Francisco immediately flinched and turned around in a hurry, placing the phone in front of him.

He didn't dial the wrong number, and it was the only phone he had with him, so how could the phone

ring from the living room?

Giovanna is here?"

Thinking about this, Francisco smiled, raised his hand to tidy his robe, held up his gold-rimmed glass,

and walked slowly out of the balcony with the stride of a successful person.

Then, he saw... a young man.

The young man sat on the sofa, his feet resting on the desk, holding the red wine prepared by

Francisco in his hand, his eyes slightly closed, and his face full of enjoyment.

The cell phone, on the desk in front of him, dinged.

Francisco was dumbfounded and asked in surprise.

"Who are you?"

Without waiting for the young man's reply, Francisco scolded.

"What are you doing in my room?

It's Giovanna's phone, how come it's in your hands!"

Because he couldn't resist the charm of the wine, Sebastian, who intended to wear black silk socks,

simply took it off, and when he looked up at Francisco, his tone suddenly became coy:

"Who am I?

Oops, you're the one who asked me to come to your room at 10 o'clock tonight.

I have come but how can you pretend not knowing me?

It's really annoying."

Hearing a man speak in this tone, Francisco immediately felt sick.

Just before he could make a dry heave, he felt a flash of white light in front of him!