Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

"Go back to Hell's Kitchen... No, go buy a hat first."

"hat?"

"Yes, I will give it to lawyer Mark Murdoch after the trial. I hope he will like it."

Chapter 88 Erica, you have to make your own decision.

Fisk meets Erica.

Today, she disguised herself as a beautiful Asian girl.

She had a white backpack on her shoulder and a shopping bag in her hand. She must have gone shopping because the bag was full of things. She was wearing a white casual dress, without a chest binder, which outlined her beautiful figure. Her hair was pure black, just like the immortal goddesses in ancient novels.

The mountains rise and fall at just the right height.

The white casual clothes were pushed up, forming a high ridge in between.

"Hi, beautiful girl, we meet again!"

Fisk walked forward, scanning Erica's curvy body without disguising his eyes.

Especially the towering mountains.

It's really like standing on the top of a mountain and looking down on all the other mountains.

Erica felt Fisk's gaze and immediately lowered her head. She really couldn't stand Fisk's burning gaze. Her face didn't turn red, but a few blushes slowly crept up her neck. "Sorry to have kept you waiting."

But others see her that way.

She had already cut off those people's heads with a knife.

But, for Fisker.

Erica was left with only shyness.

She didn't know what was wrong with her.

However, she understood that this might be the expression a normal girl should have.

"It's ok, do you live here?"

"Yes! The house I just rented." Erica nodded and said.

Fisk looked up. It was just an ordinary tower building in New York. It was hard to find.

While the two were talking.

The elevator arrived, the two walked into the elevator, and Erica pressed the elevator button.

The elevator door closed with a buzz and began to slowly rise.

The elevator door had just closed.

Fisk saw a blonde girl straightening her back towards him.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an advertisement for a beach travel company.

She was only wearing a bikini and had a hot body.

Attracting the attention of Fisk and Erica.

The elevator was so small that it was already difficult to fit Fisk in. Erica felt Fisk's breath and suddenly looked up at Fisk. She saw him swallowing his saliva when he saw the blonde girl on the poster and suddenly chuckled.

Fisk didn't feel embarrassed. Instead, he looked at Erica and smelled the faint fragrance coming from Erica. He felt a little intoxicated. Looking at the breasts that became fuller and more surging because of the squeezing of the paper bag, he couldn't help swallowing.

"asshole!"

At this moment, Erica's hair fell gently, covering half of her face, revealing an even more hazy beauty.

"boom!"

With a sound, the elevator stopped, the buzzing sound of the steel cable disappeared, and the whole space suddenly became quiet.

"Are we there yet?" Fisk frowned secretly.

Erica was equally confused.

She just rented the house.

I've only been upstairs two or three times.

But it won't be so soon...

The two soon found out the answer.

The elevator is broken.

The two looked at each other, with vigilance in their eyes.

Erica was even a little panicked.

She is still being hunted by the Hand.

Erica silently put the paper bag in her hand on the ground.

He drew a dagger from his waist.

Fisk's eyes moved quickly.

It became extremely dark and deep.

The next second, the dark elevator became clearly visible.

Apart from his and Erica's soul lights, there were no other souls around.

This didn't mean an ambush.

The elevator was simply broken.

Fisk suddenly saw Erica actually took out the dagger.

He immediately reached out and held her hand: "Don't be nervous, the elevator is just broken." Fisk broke the silence and spoke.

Feeling Erica's inner nervousness and fear, Fisk's big hand tightly held her delicate hand, interlocking their fingers, as if they were a lover, giving her enough comfort.

Erica felt safe again.

She couldn't help but lean towards Fisk.

Fisk and Erica squeezed into the small space.

Those eyes that can look directly into the soul, looking at her beauty, the nose smelling the fragrance of her body, the body touching and enjoying her plumpness and softness, the mind is intoxicated.

Erica's soul is silver.

Fisker was sure it was silver, not white.

And it's like a burning flame.

As if he felt something.

Erica's soul trembled violently, and she became more and more nervous. She felt extremely scared, but she didn't know the source of the fear. Instead, she took the initiative to move closer to Fisk.

"It's okay. I'm here. No one can hurt you." Fisk comforted.

Fisk continued to observe the silver soul, and Erica's fear increased further. Her nervous hands involuntarily hugged Fisk's waist tightly, and her whole body was soaked with sweat, but she was unwilling to let go, as if only by holding Fisk could she give him a great sense of security.

Fisk hugged Erica's delicate body tightly, enjoying her plump body. The wet clothes gave him a different feeling.

Erica seemed to sense something, and suddenly looked down in disbelief, looking at Fisk in a panic. She wanted to push him away, but couldn't bear to...

"I'm sorry, Erica, I didn't mean it!" Fisk almost bit Erica's earlobe and whispered, "It's just that you are so beautiful, you can't blame me."

The two bodies were in such close contact that she could clearly smell the strong masculine scent on Fisk, mixed with the residual smell of the volcanic eruption with Mrs. Stacy yesterday. It made Erica's head dizzy, and the fear she had just felt disappeared.

Fisk couldn't help but kiss Erica gently on the neck.

As Fisk's lips brushed across his neck.

Erica suddenly tensed her limbs, suppressing her breath. But before Fisk's lips could take possession of her.

Erica's delicate body couldn't stop shaking violently. The state of mind developed as a year-old killer made her barely suppress it and let out a low, shallow "Hmm!".

Erica suddenly felt Fisk starting to bite her earlobe. She immediately trembled all over and felt numb inside. She didn't want to push him away anymore.

Fisk didn't speak, and Erica was even quieter.

He just twisted his head slowly and enjoyed it.

Fisk kissed Erica's breasts and stroked her plump buttocks with his hands.

Erica seemed to sense it.

His eyes were wide open, but he didn't struggle or resist. His eyes only conveyed an expression of humiliation and pleading.

Suddenly, the overhead lights came on and the elevator resumed operation.

Erica quickly broke free from Fisk's arms, but a look of deep disappointment flashed across her face, as if she was disappointed that the elevator was repaired so quickly.

She picked up the paper bag on the ground.

He pressed the elevator button again.

Twenty-seventh floor.

It is a relatively large flat, which looks to be about 170 or 180 square meters. It is the kind of flat that has been decorated in advance and all the furniture and everything has been purchased.

The kind where tenants only need to buy some daily necessities and then they can move in directly.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can vaguely see Central Park.

Of course it's only vaguely.

Erica put the brown paper bag in her hand on the cupboard.

Then he took two bottles of beer from the refrigerator.

When I turned around, I saw Fisk lying on the sofa with his arms and legs spread out, sitting unceremoniously.

The sofa, which was not very soft, immediately began to creak.

It felt like it could collapse at any moment, unable to withstand Fisk's massive size.

Erica handed the beer to Fisk, hesitated for a moment, and sat next to Fisk, but hid at the other end of the sofa. At the same time, she took off her casual shoes and leaned cross-legged on the armrest of the sofa.

"What's wrong? Are you worried?"