Chapter 2: Yes or No

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Leslie pressed up against me, maybe by accident, maybe not-hungry for more. My fingers were slick, and I was about to keep going when she suddenly lashed out with a kick. "Get out! Who do you think you are, putting your hands on me?" Leslie shuddered hard, twice, three times, her pretty face flushed so red it looked ready to drip. She seemed almost feverishly agitated. It hit me at once. She'd just been pushed over the edge a moment earlier, which was why she trembled in my arms. As soon as her trembling eased, the drug was wearing off and she snapped back to her senses. She kicked at me, vicious. Even so, fresh off a climax, she couldn't put much force into the kick. Her kick nailed me in the crotch, but it wasn't enough to put me on the floor. I knew I was fine, but anger surged. If she hadn't been spent and weak, I might have kissed my future children goodbye. I ground my teeth. "You two hired a surrogate, and now you want to back out. What about my money?" Leslie yanked her dress back into place in a blur. Her big eyes flicked, quick and sharp. "I never hired you. Go ask Sergio Willis for your money. If I catch you in my room again, I'll report you for rape." I froze. Damn. So that's how she wants to play it? Right. We hadn't signed a contract. Whether Sergio Willis was her husband or boyfriend, drugging her was already a crime. If I forced her, it was rape. Even if I didn't manage to, it'd still be attempted rape-and I'd face time for it. That thought took the wind out of me. I slunk downstairs and dialed Sergio Willis. The line clicked, and his voice came through. "So? Did you get it done?" Get it done, my ass. Like I'm some machine. I swallowed the curse and said evenly, "Mr. Willis, this isn't working. Your wife is stubborn as a mule. She wouldn't let me touch her and threatened to report me for rape." "So you couldn't do it. Pathetic," Sergio spat. That rubbed me raw. If you can do it, why send me? You're the one who can't get her pregnant, asking me to step in-and now you call me pathetic? I held my tongue. He caught himself and softened a fraction. "Next time we drug her so she's out cold, and you take her." A sedative? How's drugging her and raping her any different? I frowned, then tried another tack. "Mr. Willis, look. Since your wife agreed to the surrogacy at the start, why not draw up a contract and get her signature? Even if we have to force it, I wouldn't be on the hook legally then, right?" "Fine," Sergio said, and hung up. Sergio Willis came back about an hour later. Leslie had stayed upstairs. Sergio nodded at me, then stomped straight up the stairs. His footsteps thudded up the stairs. I lingered in the living room for about a minute, curiosity gnawing at me. However they worked it out would decide my payday. Eight hundred thousand yuan is around eighty grand-anyone would be tempted. I padded up the steps and caught Leslie's soft, breathy moan. Strange. Wasn't Sergio supposed to be unable to perform? Why did Leslie sound even more enticing? Maybe he could still get it up; it was just his swimmers-quality or count-that were the problem. That thought hurried my feet. Either they never imagined I'd eavesdrop, or Sergio wanted me to listen. They hadn't even closed the door. Earlier, when Leslie soothed herself in secret, the door had been tight shut. Now it was ajar, wide enough to peek in. I drew a deep breath, crouched, and peeked through the gap. Leslie was pinned on the bed, and he was really going at her. Sergio really couldn't perform. He had a silicone device in his hand, you could hear the buzz-it was electric, and Leslie was obediently down on her stomach, round hips tilted up toward the doorway. With her body flat to the mattress, I couldn't see her face. I couldn't read her expression, but the way she was moaning said it all. While he worked the toy, Sergio kept talking. "Leslie, you know what my father is like. If we don't give him a grandson soon, the company's all going to end up with my older brother." Leslie hummed, a faint sound, and said nothing. He smacked her backside hard a few times. "We agreed before. Why are you backing out now?" "I don't want anyone but you touching me," Leslie murmured. At that, something like tenderness crossed his face. He patted her back and coaxed her. "You said you wanted to feel what a real man is like. It's fine. The kid is a virgin. He's clean." Listening to them talk about me amped me up, helped along by the scene inside. Clearly, Leslie had a high sex drive. Otherwise she wouldn't have let Sergio talk her back onto the bed with a toy so quickly. I watched from the doorway, every detail clear as day. I was turned on as hell. It was my first time seeing the real thing up close. Leslie stayed quiet for a long moment, then started trembling hard. "Honey, I can't take it. Faster." Her pale legs shook nonstop, her raised hips swaying. Seeing she was close, Sergio sped up the toy. As he moved, he pressed her. "Say it. Yes or no?" "No… ah, don't stop, honey," Leslie gasped, flustered. He kept her on the edge, pulling back and giving her just enough, asking again, "Yes or no?" "Fine… I agree." Sweat slicked her skin. She looked ready to come undone. Only then did Sergio pick up the pace, hard and fast. In a few seconds, Leslie's whole body arched off the bed, and a sharp, high-pitched cry burst out of her. Her voice left me dazed. A raw, possessive urge surged up in me-a flame that made me want to storm in and show Leslie what a real man could do. When it was over, Leslie lay there completely spent, and I eased my way back downstairs. Another half hour passed before Leslie and Sergio came down together. As they came down, I snuck a look at Leslie-her cheeks were pink. It wasn't a post-sex flush-it was that bashful, about-to-do-it look. I understood at once. Leslie had given in. She was going to sleep with me.

Chapter 2: Yes or No

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