"Mmm..."
Skye Brown groaned softly, her watery pupils suddenly constricting as her neatly trimd nails dug deeply into Dylan Wellington’s tailored jacket on his shoulder.
Dylan Wellington———!!!
He hadn’t even taken off his clothes, dressed impeccably from head to toe, a picture of aristocratic elegance in his suit and leather shoes.
Yet he tugged off her overcoat, lifted her sweater, and pulled down her pants... pants...
Despicable man!
Skye bit her lip, trying to push him away, but her body was pinned beneath his, pressed onto the wide tabletop.
Every sensation was so intense.
Countless electric touches pulsed through her limbs, all resistance and rejection transford into a primal instinctive closeness to this man.
Yes, instinct, as if etched into her bones, engraved in the depths of her soul.
Three years of day after day of intimate whispers, tender entanglents, had already made her accustod to Dylan Wellington’s touch.
His embrace, his domineering presence, the habit of holding her each night as they fell asleep, their bodies had long been used to each other.
Even though Skye Brown had already listed Dylan Wellington as soone she refused to interact with.
Even though the man embracing her treated her as just an ordinary stranger.
Yet their bodies would forever hold mutual mories—
Inseparable, unable to part, everything flowed naturally...
Skye’s resistance gradually turned into compliance, while Dylan Wellington was already deeply imrsed in that familiar beauty that captivated him.
Domineering possession...
Forceful collision...
Finally...
When everything was over, Dylan Wellington released his grip and got up from Skye Brown.
He casually zipped up his pants, coldly saying, "A woman who plays too many tricks is just not cute, at least your body is more honest than your mouth."
Skye gathered her clothes, originally intending to leave imdiately, but now...
"Smack——" She raised her hand and slapped Dylan Wellington.
A bright, unmistakable five-finger mark appeared on Dylan Wellington’s remarkably handso left cheek.
Clearly, Dylan Wellington hadn’t expected this woman to dare raise a hand against him.
He was very comfortable being served by Skye and was contemplating adding a few more terms to the sponsorship agreent the lawyer had sent earlier to give Skye greater benefits.
But at this mont, because of the slap, Dylan Wellington’s estimation of Skye plumted quickly.
A woman’s spoiled behavior can be charming.
But going too far is just obliviousness.
Even though this woman is currently the only one who can pique his interest and reignite his vigor as the ’antidote,’ there are no exceptions.
"Skye, did I ever tell you, being too dramatic isn’t amusing, it only makes a man disgusted, hmm?" Dylan Wellington abruptly grabbed Skye’s right hand, his distinct knuckles anchoring her wrist tightly.
Despite Skye having practiced Taekwondo, Dylan Wellington’s furious grip on her wrist still hurt her, causing her brows to furrow.
Skye’s slender eyebrows knitted together, although the pain rendered her speechless, she still refused to relent.
She gritted her teeth, "Making you disgusted is great... Dylan Wellington, don’t think everyone is eager for your favor. Let tell you, I, Skye Brown, don’t care at all, what you did to just now amounts to assault, I can sue you!"
"Ha, sue ? Woman, you’re really good at playing hard to get. You were obviously enjoying it just now..."
The man’s charming seductive eyes shimrs with light, as he spoke his lips slightly curled, his eyes and brow alluringly enticing.
You couldn’t deny, Dylan Wellington truly had qualities to attract won.
Even if you dismissed his identity and background, just his face could make countless won throw themselves at him.
"Hmm..." At this mont, Skye sneered.
"Yes, Mr. Wellington is right, I thoroughly enjoyed it. After all, being able to ’spend ti’ with a high-quality man like Mr. Wellington is much more worthwhile than casually finding a gigolo outside."
Skye squinted her eyes, picked up her bag, took out a stack of banknotes and threw it at Dylan Wellington’s feet.
"This is Mr. Wellington’s gratuity, consider it as buying you for one night, no need for change, goodbye!"
After saying this, not waiting for Dylan Wellington to recover from his shock, Skye picked up her bag and headed out.
[Finished writing a Chapter on the way ho from work today. Next Chapter before 19:00~]
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