Kidnap the Billionaire's Heart

t was him. He was there, so close to her, and she couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull. He had a way of speaking that ca

waving his hand lightly to att

fuse, the glass was already placed in front of her. The man raised his, a smirk, his eyes still fixed

r graduation, right? » he sai

e eventually stretched across her lips. "When I g

r. She should have felt uncomfortable, even disturbed, by the way he stared at her, as if he saw her as a game, a challenge to take on. Bu

ent of silence, his voice as calm and cont

owed in his every word, but there was no aggression, just this assurance that he had everythi

» she replied, feigning a casual

ith his prey. "You're not a very good liar," he said,

bit her lip nervously, trying to figure out what to say. But deep down, she knew he was right. There was something about him that attracted her, despite everything.

not you in particular. Maybe it's your... attitude. She chose h

said, leaning a little closer towards her. "And what do you like about my

flush. The alcohol, combined with the intensity of the conversation, made each word more difficult to pron

id under her breath. "B

nished for her, a sm

had guessed so correctly. "Yes, there you go. I

test trace of shame. "But you're still here, a

ust being himself, unapologetically. She, for her part, continued to play the game, although her reason was screaming at h

intoxication. Every smile he gave her, every burning look he gave her, made her shiver. Part of her knew she shouldn't

than most people I meet," he said, starin

surprised by this statement. " Rea

ightly towards her, further reducing the distance between

h. "Oh, I'm not that i

he murmured, his eyes

shed her to get closer to him, to give in to this irresistible attraction. But despit

g how I feel," she said, tryi

leaned in a little closer, closing the distance between them to a handful

gh her body. He was so close now. Her woody scent, mixed with the smell of alcohol

and she felt the inevitable coming closer. She could still step back, put an e

s voice low and hoarse. "

of breath, everything about her screamed what she didn't want to admit out loud. She closed her eyes for a second, as if to

whispered, al

he distance between them. His lips brushed hers, gently at first, then more firm

ng to his kiss with a passi

he bar, not the other customers, not even reason. It was just the two o

th, her mind still foggy from the alcohol and the ki

ventually," he whispered, h

a scathing retort. But at that moment, she just smi

lcohol, but also because of the presence of this man beside her. The man who had captivated her from the first sight, despite his obv

playful lightness to something more intense, more personal. Their eyes often met, long moments of silence sometimes set in, as

ce of a man who never had to work hard to get what he wanted, and part of her was wary. But another part, more impulsive, more daring, wanted

oice, when she finally spoke, was soft, almost a whisper, as if she was afraid of breaking

her than curiosity. " Elsewhere ? he asked, his voice slightly amused, but his gaze inte

lm. She nodded, taking a small sip of her drink to mask her emb

down on her, as he seemed to do with others. But instead, he looked at her with a new intensity. The idea had vi

that he was seriously interested. He paused, as if savoring this moment when she had taken the lead. Then h

rate or easy, but the tension between them was becoming hard to ignore. She hadn't planned to make such

etter," she said with an enigmatic smil

ry move. "Is this really what you want? » he asked, knowing full