Chapter 205: The Big Boss

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Chapter 205: Chapter 205: The Big BossJames Brown was still on the road when he received a call from Sarah Grandy. "Uncle, when are you coming back?" Sarah’s tone sounded quite plaintive. "Is there something wrong?" James Brown furrowed his brows and asked. "I’m just so bored at home alone, come back early to keep me company," she pleaded. "I’m busy with something." "Alright then, just come home as soon as you’re done. I’ll be waiting to have dinner with you." James Brown grunted an acknowledgment and hung up the phone, but Helen Wilson was frowning as she said, "That didn’t sound like Emma Campbell. Who is this woman at your place now?" James Brown sighed and explained, "That girl, Sarah Grandy, ran away from home because her parents were fighting and turned up at my place." "She’s staying at your place?" Helen Wilson immediately looked at James Brown with suspicion, "Isn’t there only one bedroom in your house?" "I’ve been sleeping on the couch at home for two days," James Brown replied irritably. Helen Wilson was momentarily stunned, then burst out laughing and said, "So you sleep on the couch in your own home? You’re really something else." Annoyed, James Brown retorted, "What else can I do? That girl refuses to sleep on the couch, and obviously, I can’t sleep with her." Helen Wilson gave James Brown’s shoulder a hearty slap, "You know, Mr. Davis, I always thought you weren’t that great, but now, I feel like you’re actually not bad. You seem to have principles." James Brown rolled his eyes and said, "I’m driving now. Can you not push me around? Besides, I’ve always been decent; you just never noticed before." "Don’t flatter yourself. I only said you sometimes have principles. But sometimes, you’re really not great. Look at the women around you; one after another, it’s just too fickle." "Hmph, that time you were drunk, I should have taken advantage of you. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be fair to the accusation of me being fickle." Helen Wilson immediately felt embarrassed but stubbornly said, "That’s why I wonder if you use those women to hide some issues of your own." "What issues could I possibly have?" James Brown asked irritably. "Hehe... You’re not gay, are you?" Helen Wilson said with a mischievous grin. James Brown slammed on the brakes, nearly causing the car behind to rear-end them, and Helen almost hit her head on the windshield. After sitting back down, she angrily exclaimed, "What are you doing?" James Brown resumed driving and said irritably, "Thinking that way about me, I feel the necessity to prove myself to you." "How would you prove it?" Helen Wilson was now rather intrigued. "That’s easy, we can go to bed, and you’ll see whether I’m gay or not." "Get lost!" Helen Wilson swore in angry embarrassment. James Brown laughed and said, "You’re the one suspecting that I’m gay; why don’t you dare to try?" "Hmph, who cares if you’re gay or not." The two bantered all the way and didn’t feel lonely. Soon they were back in YODC City. First, James Brown took Helen Wilson to a bank, where she transferred one million dollars into her account. Then she made him drop her off at her place. Now that she had the money, she could move on to her next step. For the time being, she didn’t need James Brown; she could handle it on her own. As soon as James Brown got home and opened the door, a figure pounced on him like a little swallow. It was Sarah Grandy, who actually jumped up with her arms outstretched. If he didn’t catch her, she would’ve surely slammed hard into the doorframe. Reluctantly standing his ground, James Brown caught Sarah as she lunged onto him, and then he held her up by her bottom. The girl wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms tightly around his neck. The position was indeed quite provocative, but James Brown had no interest in Sarah Grandy. Glaring, he demanded, "What are you doing?" Pouting her lips, Sarah Grandy said with a whimper, "Uncle, I’m just so happy to see you back. I was bored to death alone here." "If you’re bored, go back to your home." James Brown let go of her without mercy, pried Sarah’s arms from around him, changed his shoes, and walked into the living room. Sarah Grandy followed James Brown step by step, saying, "Uncle, it’s just the two of us at home today, do you have to be so fierce to me? Sister Emma is not here, you don’t need to put on an act for her." James Brown replied irritably, "Listen to me, I took you in, not because I have any designs on you, I just don’t want to see you go astray. If you keep this up, I’ll kick you out, and you can do whatever you please." Now that he was alone at home with Sarah Grandy, James Brown knew that if he showed any kindness towards her, the girl would definitely take mile and then cling to him without letting go. To avoid such a situation, he had to keep a stern face and not give Sarah Grandy any chance. Sarah Grandy immediately puffed up her cheeks, saying resentfully, "Uncle, you’re really mean. I’ve been waiting for you for so long, and not only do you not appreciate it, but you’re also so mean to me." "I’m just like this, you can take it if you can take it, and if not, there’s nothing I can do about it." Having said that, James Brown went to the bedroom to grab his clothes, then went to the bathroom for a shower, of course not forgetting to lock the door. Who knew if Sarah Grandy, this bold girl, would barge in? However, it seemed that Sarah Grandy did not come over to try opening the door, which made James Brown feel that he might have been overthinking. Although Sarah Grandy seemed brave, it was just talk, and she probably didn’t have the courage to do such a thing. Having changed into a tight tank top and large shorts, James Brown felt refreshingly comfortable as he walked out. He had been wearing these stiff clothes all day to meet Helen Wilson’s parents and they were terribly uncomfortable. "Uncle, you have a great body," exclaimed Sarah Grandy, looking at the bulging muscles on James Brown’s arms. "Wow, Uncle, your pecs are so big, they’re almost comparable to a flat-chested girl’s bust." James Brown was dumbfounded by the comparison to his chest muscles and after giving Sarah Grandy a glare, said, "Go get me a glass of water. If you want to live here, don’t expect to be treated like a Young Mistress." "Yes! As your humble servant," Sarah Grandy suddenly placed her hands on her waist, and bent down half-squatting like ancient women used to do, then poured a glass of water for James Brown and brought it to him with both hands, saying in a coquettish voice, "My lord, please drink water." James Brown felt a bit weak listening to Sarah Grandy’s flirtatious tone, but he didn’t show any sign of satisfaction as he took the glass of water and took a sip. Sarah Grandy then knelt on the floor, her hands clenched into small fists, gently tapping James Brown’s thigh. Her eyes, which were as enchanting as those of a sprite, narrowed into slits as she said in a velvety voice, "My lord, let me massage your legs for you." James Brown intended to refuse, but the way Sarah Grandy was massaging actually felt pretty comfortable, especially with her willing submissiveness and dedication to serving him – which was a pleasure he had never experienced before. In the end, he didn’t have the heart to scold her anymore, but he didn’t praise her either. Instead, he took out a cigarette from the pack. Immediately, Sarah Grandy picked up the lighter and lit the cigarette for James Brown, then began to massage his legs again. seaʀᴄh thё Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. James Brown, smoking a cigarette that only high-ranking leaders could enjoy, savored the feeling of an eighteen-year-old girl massaging his legs, feeling as if he was a wealthy landowner – not only was his body relaxed, but he also felt extremely contented. After massaging him for a while, Sarah Grandy sat down on the sofa and said to James Brown, "My lord, let me massage your calves." At that moment, James Brown was so addicted to the enjoyment that he didn’t refuse. He lay down on the sofa on his side and placed his calves on Sarah Grandy’s legs. Sarah Grandy gently massaged James Brown’s calves, her movements were tender and delicate, especially with her soft and silky hands touching his legs, which felt indescribably comfortable. As Sarah Grandy served him this way, James Brown felt himself almost falling asleep. And then, Sarah Grandy’s hands had already started to massage his feet. James Brown had been to foot massage parlors several times and had enjoyed countless foot massages, but they were paid services, and the masseuses were only working for a living. But in real life, unless there is a certain level of relationship, how could a girl massage a man’s feet? Sarah Grandy, this little girl, was really quite good to him. "My lord, do you feel comfortable?" "If you could press a little harder, that would be better." "Okay..." "A little harder!" "My lord, this is already all the strength I have," said Sarah Grandy. James Brown opened his eyes to look at Sarah Grandy. The girl was already sweating profusely, her face flushed, and her cotton floral pajamas were soaked with sweat and had become semi-transparent. He hadn’t noticed before, but when he sat up, he could see because of the sweat, the clothes were sticking to Sarah Grandy’s body and had become translucent, revealing the intimacies beneath her clothing.

Chapter 205: The Big Boss

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