Bye, My Irresistible Love Chapter 592

Bye, My Irresistible Love Chapter 592-Helen’s POV:

This was the first time I got to stay in a luxurious presidential suite.The interior design was by far the most elegant design I had ever seen.The three walls were French windows, overlooking the skyline.

My eyes then fell on the piano sitting in the corner of the living room.

George was sitting on the piano stool.

Noticing my gaze, he waved his hand at me and said, “Come here.”

I sat next to him but kept a certain distance from the piano.

All of a sudden, George grabbed my hand and placed it over the piano keys.

“Play something.” I withdrew my hand and looked away.

“I can’t.” George did not say anything more and began playing a piece.

I could not help but watch as his slender fingers pressed the keys.

The melodious piece he was playing was called “Castle in the Sky”.

As the music came to my ears, it aroused the memories I had been suppressing for ages.

They surged up like a tide, drowning me.I clenched my fists and, with all my might, resisted the impulse to stand up and leave.

When George finished playing, he turned his head and gazed at me with a nostalgic look in his eyes.

“Do you know when I first heard this piece?”

I shook my head in response.

Back in high school, our lives were like two parallel lines.

And we never saw each other again after graduation.

How was I supposed to know the answer to his question? George chuckled and reminded me, “You played it at the orientation party when we were in 10th grade.”

My eyes widened in surprise.

“Why don’t I remember?” I asked with a frown.

“That was the day I arrived in Philly.I got caught in a traffic jam, so I arrived late at school.And when I did, the orientation party was almost over.I caught the last performance, though.You were playing the piano on the stage,” George explained.

I nodded absent mindedly.It was only then that I remembered I indeed played the piece.

No wonder George remembered it clearly.It was the only performance he saw at the time.

“Let’s play it together.”

George moved closer to me, brought my hands to the piano, and put his hands on the back of mine.

Our fingers were almost interlocked, and so were our bodies.I felt hot all over, but I pretended not to feel anything.

As minutes went by, the atmosphere seemed to become more ambiguous.I had not played piano for ages, so I was a little rusty.

Thankfully, George seemed understanding of it.

“Take it easy.Follow me.”

When his deep and gentle voice came into my ears, my heart calmed down little by little.

The piece ended a few moments later, but it took me a few seconds to realize it.I looked down at our hands and saw that George’s hands had left the piano keys.

“Do you want to play another song?” George asked while staring into my eyes.


The door of memory opened.I did not need to look at the sheet music to play the song I had in mind.I just let my fingers run free on the piano keys.

The first part was soft and gentle, but it became passionate in the middle.

When it got to the chorus, my fingers danced quickly, and my heart beat faster and faster.It was as if my whole body was playing the melody, not just my hands.

Not only that, I felt as though I was starting to break free from my shackles Was The room returned to silence once the music stopped.

Ever so slowly, I came back to reality.

However, the after-effects were still there as my fingers continued to tremble slightly.

George held my hands tightly until I calmed down.

“Thank you, George,”

I uttered from the bottom of my heart.

This man really knew me very well.It was already deep into the night when George and I returned to the bedroom.

What happened next could not be more surprising.I stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips.

Lust instantly appeared in his eyes.

In a heartbeat, he circled my waist with one hand and held the back of my head with the other.

With that, he kissed me back.He licked my lips and sucked the tip of my tongue.

I wrapped my arms around his neck in response and kissed him deeper.

Unable to take it any longer, I pushed him onto the bed and unbuttoned his shirt one by one.

A few seconds later, his strong and well-defined chest became exposed.

This man was unbelievably s*xy that I became more excited.

All of a sudden, he held my wrist and turned me over, so it was the other way around.I did not know how he did it.

But before I knew it, I was already naked.He held his dick, which was as hard as a rock, and rubbed it against my vagina, stimulating it.

Not wanting to waste another second, he slowly inserted it into my hole, I gasped in anticipation and suddenly became weak.I unconsciously put my arms on his shoulders, trying to grab something.

“Do you want it?”

George bent over and gently kissed my earlobe, sending chills down my spine.

But the way he kissed me was quite the contrary to what he was irms doing down there.He thrust his hips faster, making me lose my mind.

“Yeah… Ugh…”

As he moved, liquid gushed out of my vagina and my body trembled uncontrollably.

The pleasure he was giving me was driving me crazy.

A few moments later, I seemed to see a flash of light in front of me.I put my arms around his neck, moaned at the top of my lungs, and reached climax.

Once the intense sensation passed, I collapsed on the bed in exhaustion.I could feel the liquid gushing out of my vagina and wetting the bed sheet.

Meanwhile, George buried his face in the crook of my neck and gasped.

The sweat on his forehead slid down his jaw and tricked to my collarbone.I thought that that was the end of it, but I was wrong.

He carried me in his arms and brought me to the bathroom.

The mist was pervading, and the atmosphere became ambiguous once again.I could not remember who took the initiative between us.

The only thing I remembered was that I was pressed on the wall, and George was f*cking me from behind.We had a crazy night.

He only stopped when it was almost dawn.

Even so, he did not let me go.

He held me tightly in his arms as we slept.

It was as if he was afraid of losing me.

As I felt the warmth of his body, I suddenly felt an urge to ask him if he loved But in the end, I could not bring myself to do it.

We flew back to New York the next day and got home late at night.I was too exhausted from the flight that I just stared at my suitcase, hoping it would unpack itself.

If there was one thing I hated the most whenever I returned from a vacation or business trip, it was unpacking.

All I wanted right now was to take a quick shower and go to bed.

Although I took a nap on the plane, it was not enough to replenish my energy.

When I came out of the bathroom, I saw George talking on the phone with earphones and packing my suitcase in an orderly way.I stood at the door of the bathroom and watched him do such a trivial thing.I could not help but wonder how great it would be to have him as my husband.

George happened to turn around and saw me staring at him.He beckoned me to go to bed first.It must be an important call.

But how could I go to sleep if he was busy doing something I was supposed to be doing? Out of consideration, I sat on the sofa and waited for him.He was on the call for about an hour.He replied from time to time, but he mostly listened to the person on the other end of the line.

I leaned against the sofa and listened to his deep voice.

It was like music to my ears.I gradually became sleepy.

“Why haven’t you gone to bed?”

George walked over to the sofa and carried me bridal style to the bedroom.He must have finished unpacking.

As soon as my head hit the pillow, weariness washed over me.

Before I drifted to sleep, the last thing I remembered was a warm hand stroking my hair.

“Good night,” George said in a low and comforting voice.

He went to bed and hugged me from behind just like he always did.It was so comfortable that I did not want to move.

But then, something crossed my mind and made my heart skip a beat, waking me up.

It seemed that I had gotten used to his existence that I no longer regarded him as a mere f*ck buddy.I must admit, I was starting to like him.

This realization made me panic.I was not like Lucy.

She loved and she broke up; men just never got to her.

On the other hand, started worrying about almost everything from the very beginning.

How long would George like me? What if someone else caught his eye? What if he betrayed me? These intrusive thoughts were like reflexes, forcing me to suppress my feelings for George If I would not give him my heart, I would not be hurt, would I?


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