บททั้งหมดของ The Seduction of Imogen: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Imogen was absently sketching a mountain landscape in colored pencils while singing under breath when she heard a knock on the door of her office. It was a lovely space decorated in a feminine, modern and minimalist style with a glass wall facing the rest of the office as well as floor-to-ceiling windows. She decorated the room in cream with splashes of lilac and blue. There were always fresh flowers like roses or hydrangeas in the vases, thanks to Kieran.  As the Head of Marketing of her mother's successful toy company, she was usually swamped with back to back meetings. The last Friday of the afternoon was always hectic and busy. She didn't find it unusual when she found out that her schedule for this afternoon was empty. It was usually packed to the gills but it was not completely out of the ordinary. 

A few days later, Imogen’s life was turned upside down again. She should have expected the invitation to come sooner.  It was only a few days after her impromptu date with Kieran at the orphanage when she received the nuptial invitation. Yaya Marie looked both angry and apologetic when she handed her the mail as her beloved ward sat down to breakfast with her mother in the formal dining room that Sunday in their mansion at Forbes Park. Imogen wanted to scream because she didn't want to look at it. Grace under pressure, she muttered to herself. I must be graceful if they are vulgar. The young heiress took a deep breath and looked down again at the elegant cream-colored

Tommy and his tightknit group of friends were early for their dinner reservation. They waited for the shadow king at Bon Sejour, their favorite French restaurant. Of course, they had the best table and the best service in the restaurant. All of the female patrons threw covetous looks every now and then towards their direction but they were so used to it that they didn't notice anymore.  Tommy looked at his friends and sighed. "Why are you all here? I thought it was just dinner for four." "Don't be so jealous, Tommy," the Hernandez twins chorused. "You're not the only one he called." "That is true," Emma said agreeably. "Kieran wanted all of us to be here."

They arrived in Singapore Changi Airport that afternoon with plenty of time to spare. Imogen was laughing uproariously at one of his stories as they arrived at the hotel that he booked. He surprised her again by being an attentive host. There was no time to feel worried, nervous or even sad. All she felt was ease and contentment in his company. "We're here, sir." The driver announced as the car pulled over in front of the hotel. "Allow me," Kieran said gently. He opened the door for them since he was sitting on the side of the car that led to the street.  He held out his hand and smiled down at her warmly. Blue-violet eyes drank in the towering sight of her new friend app

Kieran had trouble remembering how they returned to her hotel room the next morning. It was a blur, even to him. They were both drunker than he thought. Kieran was a lightweight drinker but Imogen was quite used to drinking her way through a bar. It was amusing to think that a petite woman like her could hold her liquor and he couldn't.  Anyway, he wasn't sure if it was because of the strong Scotch that he ordered or it was because of Imogen. All that he could remember in his drunken haze was that they had locked the door behind them and how he had roughly pushed her up against it. He couldn't get enough of her. What Kieran wanted was Imogen’s lips and neck. Her moans told him the same thing.