Novelas de Jen Chy

LUCAN’S POV:I watched as she circled me slowly, like she was taunting me. She had nothing on except a pair of panties that hid absolutely nothing. I said nothing in return as I watched in amusement, curious to see what she would do. She pushed me gently to sit on the bed, and I let her. Not because I couldn’t control it, but because I wanted to watch. She moved across the room to the far wall, forcing distance between us. My eyes followed her movements the entire time, refusing to break eye contact. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with lips the color of roses, brunette hair that fell across her shoulders in deep waves, her hair reminded me of silk, skin the color of pearls, perfect breasts that would fit perfectly in my hands, hips that were just the ideal size, slender legs, and a slender throat that called to me. I knew my hand would be the perfect fit to choke her.Her emerald eyes never once broke contact as she sat on the chair opposite me, far enough to stay out of reach, bu

KAYLA’s POV:A shadow shifted behind me, snapping me out of my thoughts. I stiffened but didn’t turn. Whoever it was would not see me like this. Yet the figure didn’t leave. His footsteps moved toward the balcony until he was standing beside me. His scent reached me before I saw him. He smelled clean. I couldn’t decipher what exactly his scent was, but wealth was evident in his scent. He smelled just like my father. I finally turned to see the person who had this striking resemblance to my father. It was none other than Lucan. He didn’t speak. He simply extended a handkerchief toward me, his expression unreadable. I managed a small, polite smile as I accepted it. We stood in silence, facing the city lights together. Still, I couldn’t help myself. I turned again, needing a closer look at him.Up close, he was even more striking. Lucan had the kind of face that looked carved rather than born, sharp jaw, high cheekbones, a mouth set in a thin line; I could already tell he didn’t smile o

KAYLA’S POV:I gripped the bar edge tightly, trying to control my frustration. Where is that bartender? “Vanessa. It’s been so long.” The older couple smiled as they approached, moving in to give Vanessa a warm hug. “Oh, Vanessa, sweetheart,” the woman cooed. “You look absolutely radiant.” Vanessa blossomed under the attention; I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Then their eyes moved to me. Their smiles stayed… but their warmth vanished. “Oh… Kayla,” the woman said, her tone shifting into something stiff. “Archie overdid himself with the gala. What are you doing here?” I forced a small smile. “Just waiting for my drink.” They exchanged a knowing glance. “Oh,” the man said lightly, “I would’ve thought Archie would be by your side. You two are usually inseparable.” They paused. “You have to get ready to give Archie a child, you know?” My fingers tightened around the edge of the bar top. Vanessa watched the exchange in glee, happy someone else could humiliate me on her behalf. The woman

KAYLA’S POV:After the call with Marie, I knew I couldn’t bring myself to go home to Archie. I couldn’t face him. Yes, he was a useless man, but cheating on him still didn’t feel right, even though he was a two-faced, lying bastard. I took a deep breath as I realised my emotions were beginning to get the best of me. My mind drifted back to Lucan. The inside of my thighs was still coated in my juices, evidence of what had happened between us. My thoughts pulled me back to him again. He was a powerful man, powerful but also shady, but unlike Archie, He didn’t hide under a mask. He had always been vocal about what he wanted from the start.I remember the night I met Lucan Vesley. Archie had organized a gala to celebrate his twenty-eighth birthday. Only a narcissist like Archie would throw such a glamorous event to mark something as trivial as turning twenty-eight. It was a glamorous event indeed; there were high-end London socialites everywhere dressed in their finest, all desperately tr

Kayla’s POV:If someone had told me two weeks ago that I would end up trembling in the hands of the ruthless, world-renowned entrepreneur Lucan Vesley, I would have laughed. I would have brushed it off because I knew the lengths my father would have gone to keep me away from men like Lucan Vesley. My fatherused the term Viper to describe men like him, men who only took from you until you had nothing to give. But here I was now, trapped between him and the wall, heart hammering, every nerve on fire.“Tell me.” He whispered against my lips, “What do you want from me tonight?” My breath hitched in my throat; He was so close, I could inhale his breath. It reeked of sin, but I leaned in closer because I couldn’t help myself. Why was he gentle? His words still lingered on my lips as he kissed me. It was soft at first, like he was tasting a forbidden fruit, then hard enough to make my fingers dig into his shoulders. Lucan kissed like a starved man who had finally found water.I didn’t even r