As shameless as he always was, Nicholas tried to cozy up to me again, but I shoved him away with a slap.
“Say whatever you want,” I said as I escaped from his embrace once more. “But as someone who stands by the truth, I have to say this. I just had low blood sugar. I’m going to meet Yasmine for dinner now.”
He licked the trace of my blood on his lips, clearly displeased with my reaction. “Your husband is right here. Can’t I join you for dinner?”
I nodded. “I’m giving up on all that so–called competitiveness. From now on, spend all your time with Claudia. I don’t need it.”
His expression changed slightly as he grabbed my arm. “Are you trying to start a fight with me?”
“No,” I replied with a faint smile. “But I think if you truly saw yourself as my husband, you wouldn’t want me to compete with anyone else.”
He paused, his sharp eyes flickering for a moment before he stood up and followed me out.
I glanced at him as he quickly closed the gap between us, taking a few long strides to catch up and beat me to the elevator, pressing
the button first.
His slender fingers touched the metal panel while he exuded at restrained aura of control and composure. The next second, the illusion shattered.
He said, “Isn’t it the CEO’s privilege to press the CEO’s elevator?”
I rolled my eyes. What was wrong with him? Normally, Beth was the one who pressed the elevator for him.
I grumbled inwardly but didn’t voice my thoughts. Instead, I simply said, “Whatever makes you happy.
The perk of the private elevator was that it was availle 24/7, exclusively for the CEO.
It arrived quickly, and what happened next took place in a flash–i was pressed against the smooth, mirror–like elevator wall by him. But this time, the kiss was gentle, almost appeasing.
“Are you angry?” he asked.
My breathing became labored, the confined space amplifying the intimate, almost suffocating atmosphere.
“No. I don’t know why you’d think that,” I answered, turning my face
away.
didn’t want to see him at that moment, but no matter where I looked, I couldn’t escape the visual impact of his dangerously seductive face.
Especially when he had that look on his face, one that practically screamed ‘seduction“, making him irresistibly alluring.
Even the simple motion of him swallowing, with his Adam’s apple moving like it had just lifted weights, radiated raw masculine energy. Despite all that, he was trying to reason with me.
“When women are angry, they tend to deny things instinctively,” he said, lightly sucking on the corner of my lips with a teasing smile on
his face.
“Do you remember how many times you’ve instinctively said ‘no‘ to me tonight?”
“High” turned my face away and added, “You seem to know a lot
about wome
“That’s why I’d like to take my woman to dinner right now. Will you give me the chance?”
I casually reached into his coat and pulled out his phone. The screen It up the moment I raised it. It was the standard default wallpaper.
Feigning interest, I glanced at the time. “Maybe next time. It’s too late now.”
With that, I slipped the phone back into his pocket. The reason grabbed his phone was because he had me pinned down, making it inconvenient to move
But as soon as I held the phone in my hand, a memory from a few months ago flashed through my mind–the time I secretly tried to unlock his phone under the covers.
I had racked my brain, trying every possible password I could think of. But nothing worked.
He scolded me harshly for it, yet his precious little sister could sit in his lap, unlocking and browsing through his phone without a care, even passing judgment on mel
There were endless chat logs between Claudia and him on WhatsApp.
Meanwhile, between him and me, our chat history was filled with
nothing but degrading, low–level flirting even though I’d been making an effort to connect with him lately.
Every message would be laced with innuendo only adults would
understand.
