Chapter 8

Harley I got up from the bed and put on my clothes. " Where are you going? Tell me, where are you going, or never even think of moving your ass to my bed!" " Go home. I will send you a message. " " If you go, I will never sleep with you again. " I nodded and closed the door behind me. She always threatens me like this, I hate it. I have more pressing questions: how to seduce my lovely sister. Two hours later, I stood at the door obediently waiting for her to come downstairs. " Ina," I yelled, then looked at my watch impatiently. Has eight 11 points, eight I told her I waited for her to go out to dinner downstairs. " Ina," I called again. This is all part of my evil plan. As time passed, I glanced at my watch again. When I wanted to call her again, I finally heard her coming downstairs. "You are late." I leaned against the car, making sure my posture was handsome enough. She stopped in front of me, looked at me defiantly, and said, "Do you call this late? I didn't promise you to come down at night." She said that? ! My cute little bitch. When she reached out to pull the car door, I shouted. "Wait!" She stopped, looking at me in confusion. I stretched out my hand and quickly opened the car door. "Beauty shouldn't open the car door by herself." I leaned on my side and whispered, making sure that my lips were gently rubbed against her skin when I looked up. She shook her head slightly and tilted her head. She looked up at me, puzzled, and then slid into the car. "This beauty can open the door by herself, brother." I flinched a little when she heard her calling me like that. I bet she wanted to stop me from seducing her, but I won't be intimidated. Ina We arrived at the restaurant in thirty minutes. This is a five-star Italian restaurant. There is a band playing the blue Danube in the magnificent restaurant. We sat down on the seats by the window. The table was covered with clean and tidy tablecloths and even full of flowers. It was my favorite white rose. "Do you like it?" I looked at Zeen, with a smile on his face, he was satisfied with his taste. How does he know that I like white roses best? And know that I like Italian flavor. When he looked at me eagerly, waiting for a reply, I chuckled. I mumbled something incoherent, refusing to make him happy with myself. "This menu looks mediocre." I frowned, pretending to be unhappy, but I was very happy that he brought me here and also asked the waiter to put my favorite flowers on them. The other tables are all Red roses. "You can pretend that you don't hate me that much, just tonight, okay?" I looked at him in shock and heard the pain in his voice. Does he think I hate him? I chuckled. That is stupid. If only he knew how much I want to fuck him now. Well, maybe this is better; if he thinks I hate him, I rarely have a chance to lie on his bed. I don't need to be tortured like this anymore. " Ina ... " His voice was soft, sounding like he was pleading. I smiled and nodded, flipping through the menu without looking up. His big hand was suddenly placed on mine, and I felt the temperature of his palm. I looked up, there seemed to be flames burning in his enthusiastic eyes. "Hey, listen, if you don't like it, let's leave, now." He pursed his lips, I just want to put two of his lips into his mouth. I opened my hand, unable to withstand the heat generated by his touch. I can't let him get his wish, not tonight, forever... maybe. I sigh. This is getting more and more dangerous. With every contact, my determination diminished. I turned to the left and separated from him, hoping that the distance would keep my underwear from getting wetter. "Thank you, brother," I emphasized the last word. I must make it clear to him that no matter how wet I am now, nothing will happen tonight. Then, his eyes darkened with desire. "Brother? I hope you don't think too much? You don't have to emphasize that I am your brother. Do you think I can't help but want to fuck you from behind. Don't worry, I will never do such a thing to you." " I opened my mouth in shock. How could he say that? I should slap him and rush out. I bit my lip, resisting the urge to drag him back into the car and knock him on the head now. No, I breathe. I must be strong. I clamped my thighs and restrained the hotness between my legs. "Uh... did you bring me here to flirt or to eat?" I asked, trying to make myself sound cold, even though my underwear was soaked. Harley smirked. "Both," he replied with a smile. "I just want to eat." I glanced at him, and then called the waiter.