Chapter 32: Going Home

John called Kurt, gave him his room number at the Four Seasons Hotel, and asked him to book a business class flight to New York tomorrow afternoon because he needed to record "Saturday Night Live." Kurt would accompany him to New York after John said goodbye to Liu Yan once more and watched Joseph and Kenny load their bags into the Bentley's trunk.

After hanging up on Kurt's obscene laughter, he and Kenny drive a pioneer vehicle to the Four Seasons Hotel with their bags, while Joseph follows in a Porsche. John requests that the Porsche pick up Marissa Ashwit for dinner.

When John pulled up beside Marissa Ashwit, who had been waiting on the side of the road for a while, she was wearing a white pleated off-the-shoulder bandeau dress, long blond wavy hair, an ultra-short Qi that exposed a pair of long legs, black high-heeled sandals that accentuated her height, and squeezed ravines that made her entire body appear sexy.

"For you, beautiful lady." John gave her a bunch of roses as soon as he got out of the car.

"Thank you."

Even if they had different opinions, John was still very considerate to Marissa Ashwit, did not hate her, and was still prepared to put in a little effort for her. She accepted the rose with great joy.

John grinned and buckled up as he got into the car, saying, "Marisa, you're so charming tonight."

"Giggles, if you like it." John licked his lips and turned on the sports car in dissatisfaction after Marissa grinned and planted a fragrant kiss on his lips.

"Let's eat first, and we'll have a long time tonight to let you know how good I am."

Marissa, who was on a diet to control her weight, was astounded by John's appetite as she watched him gorging himself on the delicious dinner.

"Eat more, and you will have the strength to accept my collision at night."

Marissa snorted when she heard John's overt sexual insinuation, but her feet beneath the table reached John's knees and started to rub openly.

John's eyebrows went up a little, but he kept eating calmly and relished Marisa's jade foot jokes.

Until the conclusion of dinner, the dog man and woman were in a fancy restaurant, conversing and laughing on the surface while engaging in covert, nefarious activities.

For a while, John, who was suppressing his rage, refused to accept Marisa's suggestion that they go to a nightclub. The sports car came to a quick stop in a dimly lit area, and Joseph and Kenny exited the Bentley to observe the surroundings from a distance. They both saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

John's hands stroked so vigorously that Marisa's fragile body shook a little as the two ravenous mouths in the automobile immediately joined.

The belt was unbuckled, the seat was lowered, and it popped, striking Marisa's flushed, attractive face.

In the darkened carriage there was a slight cooing.

After thirty minutes...

"That's a lot. Marisa flung a dozen tissues out of the car window while she rinsed her mouth with mineral water.

"Hehe, honey, your skills are really good." John tied his belt, lifted his pants with pleasure, and gave a satisfied praise.

"Damn, you almost suffocated me just now; you're so rude!" When Marisa recalled that she had nearly suffocated at the last second, she grumbled a little furiously.

"Alright, alright, my bad; let's find a place to have a drink." John went a bit too far, but he grinned and said he was sorry.

John occasionally scowled at the nightclub's boisterous techno music and packed, chaotic ambiance, realizing that he was still not accustomed to this type of nightlife.

She spoke loudly to Marisa, who was enjoying the atmosphere, and then she took her hand and walked out of the club, making sure Joseph and Kenny were out of the way.

After finding a bar, the two drank till around ten o'clock at night while listening to languid jazz music. Kenny then took them in a Bentley to the Four Seasons Hotel.

The two start fighting back in the hotel, and before they want to stop, Marissa arouses John's desire with her tongue.

Marissa claims that the size is extremely out of proportion and that she is slightly hurt. John used lubricant to force her to enter through the back door during the second part of the evening, even though she insisted that it was her first time. John didn't believe her, but observing her agonizing appearance is not the same as pretending, and even if it wasn't her first time, she shouldn't have to enter through the back door very often.

The battle was so brutal that it was nearly impossible to express, and at the end of the night, John's muscular body felt practically exhausted. The following morning, John got up, went into the bathroom, and started adding water to the bath.

I don't remember who initiated the event, but Marisa woke up after being thrown and weak, and John scooped her up, and they lay down in the bathtub together. However, under the pressure of Marisa, who wasn't sure if she was going to live or die, there was another internal conflict.

John angrily slapped Marisa's ass, "Smack!" while glancing at her hot face.

"Okay, baby, I surrender. You don't tease me anymore. I have to fly to New York in the afternoon. the little guy has overexerted himself, and there's a little swelling pain. It's too uncomfortable. You are wearing the skin and still dead. I also obeyed; it is really like a wolf and a tiger!"

As she lay on the bathtub's edge, her face flushed and her entire body weak, Marisa heard John's complaint and gave him a foolish smile.

Marissa kissed John's chest and utilized it while the two cuddled in the tub and reveled in the afterglow of pleasure. Like a lovely snake, the ministry made a splash as it stroked on John's body.

"What a ridiculous morning."

The two ate breakfast together while reading the newspapers the waiter had sent. Sure enough, there was late news about the two, which made Marissa Ashwit very happy and feel much better about John. At least it helped her figure out that John is the type of person who occasionally pats his ass and leaves after going to bed, especially after a passionate night.

John continues to eat like a breakfast emperor, lunch noble, dinner beggar, and rich breakfast. His quantity of food has shocked Marissa, who can't stop him from stuffing it all into his mouth. She can only occasionally remind him that eating too much is bad for his stomach or something.

The three-person quantity had been consumed by the time John finished, and nothing remained of the calorie-dense meal, particularly the three mouthwatering portions of Wagyu beef.

"It's horrible, John, your appetite is horrible; I finally know why you're so strong."

A tiny piece of meat on the fork took a while to get to Marisa's mouth as she held it in her dazed palm.

John picked up the newspaper off the table, flipped through it, wiped his mouth, and sipped some mineral water.

"Hehe, I really can't believe the discipline of these paparazzi. Look at what they say; they comment on you like this. Are you really okay?"

John asked rather furiously as he glanced at the big picture of him and Marissa and the comments below.

"Giggles, what's this? I'm not afraid that they will scold me; I'm afraid that I won't pay attention. People like us, what I'm most afraid of is indifference; no one pays attention at all; even this will make others envy to death."

Marissa exclaimed with excitement when she heard John's words, "I don't care about the unpleasant things in the newspaper, bitch or something," adding that receiving a reprimand would not be a piece of meat but rather boost her notoriety.

John shrugged; he was also aware that models such as Marissa Ashwit were rarely noticed when they were. In any case, he had no recollection of Marissa from his past life, and the models he was familiar with were a number of Victoria's Secret angels.

There are too many examples of celebrities who have made a lot of money after becoming well-known in their past lives. Another well-known American air system is Black History Black Purple, which eventually started to be whitewashed after a lot of publicity.

The next generation of entertainers and beauty queens would kill John with a kitchen knife if they discovered he was a crazy model or something.

Since Marisa Ashwit became well-known in the US in 2008, was featured on magazine covers, signed a Victoria's Secret endorsement, and was a late-blooming model, this is actually not the reason for John's loneliness.

Even if the scandal between her and John has only recently been drawn to the attention of a few gossip newspapers, Marissa Ashwit is in great health, so perhaps it will be unearthed sooner rather than later.

In any case, John and Marisa Ashwit only take what they need because he is obsessed with her body and can help her up to this point. If he needs more help, though, he won't put in much effort because they are just close friends. Originally, they watched TV together lovingly after breakfast, and pictures of them appeared on various celebrities' gossip variety shows, which made Marisa Ashwit happy to send a kiss.

John pouted helplessly as he watched Marissa Ashwit scream with excitement after taking the agent's call, but his view of this type of woman is deeper, more accessible, and simpler to manipulate; as long as he can constantly provide what women need, he will always be happy and appreciated.

"Thank you, dear, really, you know, there are two magazines for me to shoot, thank you."

With excitement, Marissa put her arms around John's neck and kissed him on the lips while she talked. The spring was nearly overflowing, and her large eyes were a little moist.

"I wish I could assist you, hehe. But is your body still capable of enticing me in this way?

John slapped Marisa's buttocks several times in disdain at the spring in her eyes after accepting her gratitude with calm.

"Giggles, people really can't stand it; they don't match yours very well." With a proud peak, Marissa brushed her arms against John's while grinning.