Lost in You novel Chapter 13

James sits idly on the chair, gives me a slight glance, and then flirts with the girls around him, who flutters into his arms with a smile.

"Sister, won't come in?" The girl in the yellow dress embraces James's arm, her smile is very cute, "James say the game would not be funny without you here."

"Okay." I smile awkwardly and want to slap my mouth.

James doesn't even look at me, still sitting on the chair, and the beauties around him are so eager to please him.

"How old are you? You look capable. It's good. I want to be a strong woman too, but all sorts of troubles come when I'm old, do you think so?" The beauty leans on James with a smile looks at me.

I smile uncritically, I know she is talking about me, and satirizes me.

James takes a sip of red wine, and glances at me, as if he doesn't care, "Enjoy yourself, women in good years should enjoy them well. Don't wait until they are old."

The dangling lights conceal the loss on my face well. I sit motionless and watch them mock at me indifferently.

"Let's play a game. Whoever loses, how about taking off clothes?" James laughs, his eyes full of lust.

"I don't know if our big reporter dares to play."

I squeeze my hands tightly, and there is no expression on my face. God knows how much I want to stand up and leave.

"Some people say that she dares to play." James smile coldly.

"Okay." I agree.

The women cheer, "What rewards are there for winning!"

"I will accompany her tonight." James lifts up the beauty's clothes, and the beauty screams, "How good are you, James!"

I sit here improperly, my brain is blank, as if I couldn’t think of anything. I have never seen such a James. Maybe he is the most real? He uses to play this way before.

He is like an emperor and has many concubines, and I am only one of them. Perhaps the relationship between us is like this from the beginning, it is just that I proposed it.

I am really overestimate about myself, thinking that I am different, thinking that we have love before, but people are hitting my face.

The three people on the opposite side have already started to cut stone scissors. I sit here with shame.

"Sister?" The beauty hurries impatiently, "Concentrate on the game."

I look up, and coincidentally meet James's eyes, and his eyes are all mocking at me.

I hurriedly play the game. But I lose again and again, and take off my clothes piece by piece.

Without soul, without thought, I don't even know what I'm doing, and like the machinery moving my hands.

"Wow! Sister is losing today!"

They are cheering.