Love Unbreakable
A Second Chance With The CEO After Divorce
Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband
A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces
Mated To Big Brother-in-law
Sweet Submission: Reclaiming Her Love
When Love Comes Late
A Return To Love's Madness
Unforeseen Temptation: Spoiled By The Aloof Magnate
"Help me, please..."
Late at night, in a private room of a bar, Baylee Morrison found herself straddling a man clad in a sleek suit. With a voice husky and drenched in desperation, she pleaded, "Please, help me..."
Her system was ablaze from the drug, her beautiful face flushed with an urgent desire.
Before the man could react, the drug took full hold, stripping Baylee of all reason. She leaned down, planting a fervent kiss on his Adam's apple.
The man, clearly inebriated himself, lounged lazily against the sofa, his arms draped casually at his sides. He watched Baylee's bold advances with a mix of amusement and intrigue, his eyes half-closed.
As Baylee's kisses rained down, a spark of desire ignited within him. His hand slid up her smooth, delicate back, and with a gentle tug, he pulled her into his embrace.
Baylee's body shivered, and then her lips moved upward, capturing his in a hungry kiss.
He reacted instantly, his kiss a heady mix of passion and urgency.
His tongue delved into her mouth, entwining with hers as an eager participant in the ensuing heated encounter.
As their fervor escalated, the man deftly unzipped the back of Baylee's dress.
The alluring curves of Baylee's chest came into view, a sight to drive any man wild.
But just as things were about to escalate further, a wallet slipped from Baylee's body, landing in the man's lap.
The sight of it seemed to jolt Baylee's memory. She reached into the wallet, pulled out a wad of cash, and pressed it against his chest. "Here's your payment..."
At her words, the man's expression darkened instantly, his eyes turning cold and menacing.
Suppressing a surge of anger, he tossed the money aside and seized Baylee's slender wrist, a sardonic smile curling his lips. "What do you think I am?"
Baylee, her mind muddled, mumbled incoherently, "Aren't you a gigolo from the bar..."
Before she could finish, she was drenched with a splash of red wine.
"Snap out of it!" The man set down the empty glass and gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Take a good look at who I am."
The cold wine snapped Baylee back to reality, forcing her to look at the indifferent man before her.
His face was a masterpiece of handsomeness, with a jawline as sharp as a sculptor's chisel and features as precise as a painter's brush. His bone structure was a testament to strength and angularity. His eyes, normally stunning, and his lips, full and elegant, now told a different story.
At this moment, those fierce, narrow eyes brewed a storm so terrifying that chills raced down Baylee's spine.