Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President

Chapter 64: Shackles

The way Claire Shaw looked was just like a stray cat abandoned by the roadside on a rainy day, staring with her big, wide eyes at the only boy who had crouched down in front of her, pitifully begging him to take her away.

No one could refuse such a darling.

Ethan Blackwood felt as if his heart had been stabbed hard, and it was as if a voice in his head was saying.

"Give her, give her, give her everything! The moon in the sky and the flowers in the mirror, whatever she wants, even my life!"

Ethan’s gaze locked onto her face, and after a while, he found his voice, low and hoarse: "What do you need me to do? Kiss you here?"

Claire tugged at his shirt and said, "No, do it at home..."

Before she could finish her words, Ethan lifted her chin and kissed her fiercely.

He knew clearly this was a supermarket, even if the place was less crowded at this hour, someone could show up at any moment.

How embarrassing it would be if someone saw them; she should push Ethan away.

But when she tried, her wrist was firmly held down, her body pressed against the shelf with an array of glass bottles and condiments behind her.

Claire could even feel a bottle of soy sauce swaying against her waist.

Until a woman’s voice came from the shelf behind them: "We’re out of vinegar at home, go grab a bottle."

Claire’s pupils dilated abruptly, someone was coming!

But the man holding her and kissing her showed no intention of letting go.

"Yes, the old brand?"

"Yeah, don’t grab soy sauce by mistake. You’re blind every time."

"Got it, you’re so naggy."

The man shuffled over in flip-flops, making lazy thumping sounds.

Claire was almost in tears from fright, and just as the man turned the corner, Ethan wrapped her in his arms and maneuvered to the back of the shelf, even taking with him the bottle of soy sauce that was about to fall.

Claire lay gasping against his chest, eyes filled with reproach. This rascal, he must have done it on purpose!

The man didn’t release his hold on her waist, his downcast eyes gently observing her.

The little girl’s lips were kissed flaming red, her face still had a tinge of blush that hadn’t faded.

She wouldn’t know how beautiful she looked like this.

Seizing the chance while Claire was catching her breath, Ethan leaned in and whispered in her ear, "How was it, thrilling?"

Infuriated, Claire hit his chest with her small fist, freed herself from his grasp, and stormed off.

Ask her if it was thrilling, she was scared to death!

Besides, she didn’t even get what she wanted, what’s so thrilling about that?

Claire was very angry, and the consequences were severe.

Ethan pushed a small cart behind her, casually tossing in some snacks.

"Claire, wait up."

Claire stopped and looked at him, "What did you call me?"

Previously, during foreplay, he would call her darling, but most of the time he respectfully called her Ms. Shaw.

This was the first time he used such an intimate address.

The tall man was selecting toothbrushes in the toiletries section and casually explained after putting a pair of couples’ toothbrushes into the cart: "Calling you Ms. Shaw in private always makes me feel like a naughty schoolboy caught by the teacher."

Claire frowned, knowing that changes in how they addressed each other signaled a turning point in their relationship.

"Just call me by my full name," Claire was greatly opposed to his sudden intimacy.

Ethan didn’t argue, "Alright."

"Is everything ready to go? I’ll go check out."

"No, we’re still missing one thing."

Claire raised her hand to push the cart, "Then I’ll wait for you at the checkout."

The man held onto her small hand, "No, this you’ll have to pick yourself."

Claire glanced at him in confusion. Was it sanitary pads? She had plenty at home.

After passing two aisles, Ethan stopped in front of a range of small goods.

"Last time, you didn’t seem too happy with what I picked randomly. So this time, you choose, pick what you like."

He calmly pointed at the shelf as though they were picking out fruit.

When Claire saw those things, her face turned red once more!

She had never noticed that there were so many varieties of these little gadgets.

She looked away, ready to leave, "Just grab whatever."

The man grinned and encircled her waist, "What’s there to be shy about? These are essential adult items, it’s best to like what you’re using. If you don’t choose, I’ll get one of each and we’ll try them out at home."

Claire glared at him, "Are they a meal or something?"

Ethan chuckled lightly, "Aren’t you hungry?"

Blushing, Claire turned away, unwilling to meet his gaze; her eyes caught by those flamboyant, bold slogans.

These little things sure have a lot of variety!

Not daring to look any longer, she hastily picked a box and was about to leave.

Ethan held her by the waist, "What’s there to be shy about?"

Claire was somewhat curious about what kind he liked, so she turned to see the small box he held.

Bold lettering, exaggerated slogans.

Lasts all night long.

The man’s soft chuckle spread in her ear: "Wanna try with me, see if it lasts all night?"