Chapter 015 Your Pussy Should Already be Very Wet

"Quit kidding around, Mr. Johnson," Monica said with a smile, clearly not planning to go over. "You're busy, so I won't bother you. Goodbye."

She turned and headed in the opposite direction from Alexander.

Not far off, Alexander's face darkened. Monica had ignored him again.

Michael finally walked over to Alexander, grinning. "Mr. Smith, you seem to have some free time today. Why are you here alone?"

"Not free, I'm leaving," Alexander replied curtly, walking past him without stopping.

Monica stepped into the elevator, watching the doors slowly close. Suddenly, someone pressed the open button from outside, and the doors slid open again.

Alexander stepped in, his long legs bringing a chill with him.

Monica pretended not to notice him and stepped back.

Evelyn had just sent her a message: [How's it going over there? When should I come to pick you up?]

Monica replied: [Now.]

Right after, her daughter sent her a funny picture.

Monica couldn't help but smile.

Alexander glanced over, catching the sweet smile on her face. It irritated him. Who was she chatting with that made her smile like that?

The temperature in the elevator seemed to drop.

Monica felt a chill but didn't look up.

It was just sharing an elevator. He wasn't here for her, so she didn't need to think he was following her.

However, when the elevator doors opened, Alexander was still blocking the way, not moving or making way.

Monica waited briefly and finally spoke up, "Excuse me, please move."

Alexander remained still and unresponsive, as if he hadn't heard her at all.

Monica closed her eyes and spoke again, "Mr. Smith, please move."

Alexander still didn't move but looked at her lazily. "Ms. Brown, are you talking to me?"

"Yeah, Mr. Smith, could you please move? I'm getting off this floor," Monica said with a forced smile.

Damn it, bastard, was there a third person in this elevator?

Unexpectedly, Alexander just sneered, "So Ms. Brown can see me. I almost thought you were blind."

Monica couldn't help but curse in her heart, her tone equally cold. "Whether I'm blind or not is none of your business, Mr. Smith. Are you getting old and starting to degenerate that you can't even understand English?"

She had said it three times, and Alexander still didn't move.

Little did she know, her words angered him. "You can try and see if I'm degenerating."

Monica didn't understand what he meant, and the next moment, she was pressed against the elevator wall.

Then, a fierce, punishing kiss fell on her.

Alexander's mind was filled with anger. This damn woman, since she came here today, hadn't said a word to him, clearly saw him but pretended not to.

He spoke for her, but she didn't appreciate it, turned around and smiled flirtatiously at Michael.

He had no idea where his anger came from, but he grabbed her head and kissed her fiercely.

Monica was shocked by his sudden outburst. When she finally reacted, she pushed and kicked him, but he didn't budge. His hand even reached her chest, squeezing her soft breast.

"Alexander, let me go..."

She wanted to curse him, but before she could, his tongue invaded her mouth, making it impossible for her to say a complete sentence.

The elevator doors opened and closed repeatedly, but he paid no attention, his hands exploring her body.

Monica felt her body reacting uncontrollably.

Alexander noticed, and images of six years ago flashed in his mind—her lying under him, her beautiful, soft body making him insatiable all night.

Even later, when Stella tried everything to seduce him, he wasn't interested.

Now, his body reacted too, his dick immediately hardening, pressing against Monica's lower belly.

Monica tried to suppress her body's reaction, pushing his shoulders with all her strength.

Alexander let her go, smirking, his deep voice whispering, "I bet your pussy is already very wet!"

Monica, furious, slapped him across the face.

"Monica!" Alexander's face changed immediately.

Damn it, she dared to hit him?

Finally, he let her go, but before he could say a word, she slapped him again.

Alexander stared at her. "Monica!"

She actually hit him again!

Monica glared at him fiercely, her eyes red. She had already drawn a line with him. Wasn't this what he wanted? What did he want now?

Alexander opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but she didn't give him a chance. She pushed him hard. "Get lost!"

Then, she left without looking back.

Outside the bathroom on the first floor, Stella leaned against the wall, exhausted, glaring in the direction Monica left.

Damn it, she didn't know what Amelia put in her coffee, but she couldn't stop farting and had to stay in the bathroom, not daring to come out.

Finally, it stopped a bit, but when she came out, she saw Alexander forcefully kissing Monica in the elevator.

'Bitch! You already left, why did you come back?' Stella trembled with anger. The progress she made with Alexander being ruined by that damn bitch, she wanted to tear that bitch apart, and those two little brats at home.

She kept thinking, 'Monica, just wait! I'll make sure you and your two little brats die miserably!'

Monica angrily walked out of the winery's gate.

This was a villa area halfway up the mountain, with few vehicles passing by, and no taxis. She didn't want to wait for Evelyn here, so she decided to walk down the mountain.

Wearing high heels made her uncomfortable, but she didn't care.

Alexander drove by, stopping beside her.

He rolled down the window, coldly saying, "Get in the car!"