Chapter 131: Take Off Your Clothes

[Margaret’s Perspective]

Donald carried me straight to the dining room.

Obviously, Donald had it specially decorated for our dinner. There were flowers on the table, and music was playing on the restaurant’s stereo. The ambience was great but not a single other guest could be seen. It seemed that Donald had cleared the restaurant in advance.

Since Donald and I were together, we rarely had the chance to enjoy a quiet and beautiful evening together. I was surprised and happy when he sat me down. As he sat down opposite me, I couldn’t help but ask, “Why did you have time to set up these things today?”

He smiled at me and said, “I think we should do what ordinary mates do.”

I almost melted under Donald’s gaze. I didn’t want to think about anything else. Only Donald occupied my thoughts.

Snatching a moment of leisure like this gave me a kind of indulgent pleasure.

No matter how bothersome the outside world was, I cherished the people around me. I wanted to temporarily put aside my adult responsibilities and just follow my heart.

Naturally, the dishes for the dinner were prepared with utmost care. When the plates for the dessert were cleared, I rubbed my stomach in satisfaction.

This date was perfect from every angle.

“Alright, shouldn’t we settle the score now?” Donald’s lips curled into a sinister smile as he licked his lips.

“What score?” At this moment, I still didn’t realize the danger I was in.

“How dare you flirt with me before dinner when you brought someone else’s scent here?” Donald put on a cold expression.

“I was…” I met Donald’s gaze and couldn’t help but gulp. “How do you want to settle the score with me?”

“What do you think?”

“I’m your mate. You can do whatever you want.”

Donald looked at me teasingly. “If you can do anything… take off your clothes.”

“What?” I was stunned by Donald’s sudden move. “Here?”

“Yes, now, here.” Donald’s gaze was fixed on me, and his tone was urgent and unyielding. “You said yourself that you’re my mate. So listen to me and take off your clothes.”

“I…” Donald’s lustful gaze licked me inch by inch. I felt that my body was fired up because of his order. I also wanted to indulge myself and do something exciting with him.

“Why? Are you unwilling?”

I stood up shyly and reached for the strap on the back of my dress. Halfway through, I said to Donald, “Can you draw the curtains?”

Although this restaurant was on the top floor and there was only an empty space outside the window, the open window and the contrast between the bright interior and the dim exterior made me feel a little uneasy.

Donald didn’t say anything. I knew that it meant that he didn’t agree, so I simply took off the dress. When I was only wearing my underwear, I felt a little ashamed.

Donald was neatly dressed, and he was even wearing a standard formal suit for a banquet, while I was only wearing two thin pieces of fabric.

I rested my fingers on the strap of my bra and began to hesitate. I raised my eyes to observe Donald’s reaction.

He was sitting in a chair. Part of my clothes was piled at his feet. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

He looked at me with no expression in his eye and gave a brief order, “Continue taking off your clothes.”

For a moment, I was aroused by Donald’s attitude.

I threw my underwear to the floor and looked at him provocatively.

Donald’s eyes darkened again, which made me feel a little smug. I tried to take the initiative, recalling the poses of models I had seen in the past as I walked towards him.

“Then what? What else do you want me to do?”

I put my hand on Donald’s shoulder and showed him my body.

Donald raised his eyes. His gaze swept down from my face and fixed on my chest. His shifting gaze turned me on and my body was fired up.

“Closer.”

I moved two more steps forward. Now my legs were tightly pressed against his thighs. My breasts were almost touching his chin.

“Closer.”

Our bodies were already next to each other. I didn’t know how else to get closer.

I stood in front of Donald while he sat. This made my head slightly higher than his. However, it was enough for Donald to have to look up at me. This angle was novel to me.

However, even though Donald was shorter than me, his gaze was not weakened at all. Instead, it was deep and scary.