The CEO Forbidden Passion

ister Fremantle!" Chantal spat fiercely after consciousness reg

n rounds on the woman's chest were pushed so that they appeared in front of Jordan.

cently. "You son of a bitch! Disgusting. Lowly!" Her anger peaked as the time she had to l

is adorable to him and provides entertainment for him. He happily p

ng. How ridiculous!" teased Jordan as if he was enjo

stopped rebelling and chose to remain silent. However, even that was still

o rape me. Stop it!" Chantal shouted, struggling

d up to the woman to scare her. Looking into Chantal's frightene

anything s

with, huh?!" said Jordan, holding Chantal's hands above her head.

it was not the time to do anything more intimate with that woman. So he teased her by opening th

them, like an angel's song that penetrates my sin

en though her body craved Jordan's

. "Take a shower. You can choose your party dress in the walk-in closet next to the bathr

impeccable taste in the interior and furniture of his penthouse. All complete

d at his right wrist, which was red-purple-bluish in the splash of warm water. She rubb

out a cloth covering her under the rushing water that wet her. Must be very erotic, he guessed. Jordan typed

hroom door being unlocked mad

s male desire seemed to rebel at the sight of this forbidden sight. However, he endured it firmly. Jordan exited h

g and assessing the beautiful dresses on the hanging rack. She

antal casually put the dress on her body. When she had difficulty closing the b

dan?" asked Chantal, who was blus

art," Jordan answered lightly. He kissed Chantal's open

nsored just now?" Chantal as

if he was peeking at Chantal changing clothes. "Wonderful body, Chant! I liked wh

't let your other hand get a hematoma, too, Chantal. Be nice to me. Wait for me

ou while you get dressed," Chantal answere

bathroom without closing the door. Meanwhile, Chantal unpacked her suitcase to get her mak

amused to listen to it. He hoped Jordan wouldn't be rude to her at the party. The guy was quite fun and had a good sense of hum

d his hips. He whistled as he stared at that beautiful reflection in the mirror. "Wow, are you a clothing designer and n

Sir. What time should we leave?" replied Chantal, who had finished dressing

Jordan answered without mentioning their departure time for the p

t arguing and stepped into the middle of the luxur