Chapter 277 Are You Sexually Dysfunctional
Lucian didn’t know if she understood, but she obediently sat still. He held her, and she didn’t resist.
She wasn’t exactly light, and it was manageable under normal circumstances. However, when drunk, it
was a bit of a struggle.
As Lucian began to lift her, his arms and legs turned weak, and they both tumbled onto the sofa. Fortunately, the apartment belonged to Paul, and he had chosen quality furniture.
The sofa was wide and soft, so when Lucian fell, he used his elbow to cushion the impact and didn’t fully
fall on top of Calista.
He propped himself halfway, looking down at the quiet woman beneath him. Calista’s eyebrows and eyes. were red. Her gaze towards him was different from her usual rejection and mockery.
Lucian’s long fingers slid along the contours of her face, “What if it never works out between us? Will you
still want me?”
Calista tilted her head, probably annoyed that he had disturbed her sleep. Lucian chuckled lightly with a
hint of self–deprecation.
“But you didn’t want me in the first place. If it doesn’t work out, you’d probably run away faster and be
grateful you’re rid of me.”
He kissed Calista on the forehead, devoid of any desire.
Then, he paused momentarily and continued to trail his lips over her eyes, nose, cheeks, and finally on her
lips, which had turned rosy from the alcohol.
Calista’s lips were soft and slightly cold, still sweet from the cocktail she drank earlier.
Initially, he hadn’t planned to do anything to her while she was drunk. He despised taking advantage of someone in such a vulnerable state. However, as he kissed her, he lost control.
Because Calista responded to him.
Her half–closed eyes were hazy and intoxicated with a glimmer. She looked enchanting and beautiful. Her
soft arms encircled his neck, interlocking, and her body pressed against his chest.
is mind was overwhelmed. His control was at his limits, and his blood pressure soared. He felt like
ho was going crazy.
was the woman he loved, and he was filled with impure thoughts. It was difficult to remain
When Calista woke up the next day, her head was in a whirl, and the mess on the table had been cleaned
- up.
If it weren’t for the alcohol and the empty bottles left behind, she would have doubted whether last night
had been a dream.
She tried to recall but couldn’t remember much. She had no idea when Lucian had left. But in her half-
awake state, she vaguely heard him asking if it was okay.
What did he mean by that?
Calista sat up from the sofa, her head pounding. She was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday,
slightly disheveled but otherwise fine.
However, her lips were sore, and she suspected that after falling asleep last night, she had bitten herself
while dreaming of the food on the table.
Calista felt weak all over. She wasn’t sure if she caught a cold from sleeping on the sofa or if the alcohol
hadn’t completely worn off.
She only drank cocktails and beer last night, so she shouldn’t be so hungover.
However, she didn’t know that a few drinks had been hand–crafted to be sweet but strong in alcohol. They
were made to make people feel hot and heavy.
After lounging on the sofa for a long time, she realized she was running late for work and mustered the energy to head to the bathroom.
As soon as she stood in front of the vanity, she became infuriated.
Through gritted teeth, she muttered, “Lucian!”
Her lips were swollen and split open. She could imagine how violently she was treated just by the looks of it. She unbuttoned her collar, and her collarbone was covered in hickeys.
Though Calista had only experienced it once, she knew what it felt like to be in bed with someone. She didn’t have that feeling, so all Lucian had done last night was kiss her.
At most, his kisses were just more passionate than usual, but he didn’t sleep with her.
Thinking back to the vague words he had spoken last night, a horrifying thought began to take shape in
Was it possible that Lucian truly couldn’t perform in bed?
If not, then he was a gentleman who didn’t take advantage of someone in a vulnerable state.
However, Calista’s intuition leaned toward the first possibility. After all, he had tried to force himself on her several times, even when she was sober.
When she was intoxicated, it would only fuel his evil intentions further. Moreover, he had come close to crossing the line but always stopped himself at the last moment.
Though it might be because of her strong refusal, it was still intriguing.
Calista looked at the hickeys on her neck and pieced together the events of last night together. She finally concluded that Lucian was sexually dysfunctional.
There was a knock on the bathroom glass door.
Calista was lost in her thoughts, and the sudden sound startled her. She turned around and saw a tall, imposing figure standing outside the frosted glass.
She hadn’t realized who it was when the door was pushed open, and Lucian stood on the other side, locking eyes with her.
She asked, “You didn’t leave?”
Calista had assumed he had left when she woke up and didn’t see him. Her hand was still fumbling with
her collar, and Lucian’s gaze swept over the skin covered in hickeys.
His eyes darkened, and he swallowed hard before hoarsely saying, “Freshen up and come out for
breakfast.”
The thought crossed her mind again, and Calista’s gaze shifted involuntarily from his face to his lower
abdomen.
It was said that men often were more easily aroused in the morning.
However, when she looked, there didn’t seem to be any particularly noticeable bulge in his trousers, and
as for any other reaction, there was none.
Calista licked her lips, feeling like she had stumbled upon a significant secret.
Lucian, is it true that you’re sexually dysfunctional?”
