One Night With The Seductress のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

ANGELIQUE SLOAN’S POVIt took me quite a while before I was able to process what Austin was trying to say. I stared at him blankly, still waiting for him to properly explain what he wanted to say. However, I was the one who broke the silence, seeing that he doesn’t have any intention to speak.“What do you mean, Austin? I’m going to have my first interview here? It’s not like you’re already a hundred percent sure that I’ll apply to become your secretary,” I voiced out my concern and curiosity.Instead of giving me a direct answer, Austin walked behind me, placing both of his hands above my shoulders, then pushed me towards the room that he pointed to after he swiftly opened the door for me. The inside was completely a mess.Consecutively blinking, I started to have an idea about what he wanted me to do. “I’m pretty sure this is nowhere near a real interview, Austin. You’re just going to ask me to clean this room up and make it tidier, aren’t you?” I heaved out a sigh of frustration, w

ANGELIQUE SLOAN’S POVI could sense how serious Austin was with the words he declared to Greyson. His hands were tightly pressing on my wrist, refusing to let me go. However, I have no intention of letting Austin do as he pleases, especially not in front of someone I have known for years.“Can you let go of me now, Austin? I don’t know what you’re planning, but I don’t like what’s running through your mind,” I coldly said, placing my palm above the back of his hand. “I could’ve let this slide further if you were at least my ex-boyfriend or someone I had feelings for... But seriously, you’re just a stranger to my eyes, Austin,” I added to make him realize his selfishness.“You heard my woman speak.” Greyson stepped in between us, aggressively pushing Austin’s shoulder to make him forcibly let go of me. “I don’t know who you are, but you’re thick-headed as fuck, dude. Go find your own wife or at least a girlfriend and mind your own business. Whatever’s happening between the two of us wi

ANGELIQUE SLOAN’S POVIt hasn’t been long since Greg and Gabriela went out of the house. There’s a high possibility that the two of them would hear what Greyson and I would discuss, so I was quite hesitant to give him a response.“You know what? Forget it. I shouldn’t have expected that you weren’t going to betray me for the rest of your life,” Greyson said, shrugging off his question from a few minutes ago. “You better think twice about what you’re planning, Angelique. You wouldn’t want to mess around with me.”I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “I don’t know what’s making you this confident, Greyson. You’re no longer holding a chain on me. Everyone around the world already knows about the crime that I’ve done to my parents, so there’s nothing else left for you to blackmail me with,” I furiously muttered, trying my best to keep my voice down as I don’t want his parents to hear us.Greyson clicked his tongue, supposing that I'd hit the bullseye. “Even so, I’m still your husband!”I

ANGELIQUE SLOAN’S POVI didn’t know what to do with Greg, so I decided to go with Greyson instead. I was behind him, and the both of us were glaring at his father. I held both of Greyson’s wrists behind his back so that he wouldn’t be able to fight back, as if he were handcuffed.“Don’t do anything rash, Greyson. You wouldn’t be able to face the consequences either way,” I said, trying to convince him not to ignite his father’s furiosity any more than that. “If it wasn’t for your father, you wouldn’t even be here in this world,” I added.Greyson hissed at me as he resisted my grip, pushing me away from him. I was about to fall on my knees, but fortunately, Gabriela was there to catch me. “Don’t try to act like you’re any better, Angelique. I know that you can’t wait to see me lying on the ground, surrounded with my own blood,” he coldly replied with a stern gaze.As I shook my head, I caught a glimpse of how Greg was on his way to slash the shard of glass on Greyson’s head, so I hasti

ANGELIQUE SLOAN’S POVThe two of us utilized the elevator to head up to Gabriela’s office. The other employees were all staring at Greyson, which somehow made me feel uncomfortable. However, Greyson suddenly placed his hand on my shoulder. “Can you please give space for her in the corner? We’re heading up to the 19th floor,” he said at the same time that they stepped away. “And stop giving me those sticky gazes; it’s disrespectful to my wife,” he added.After a few minutes, the elevator doors opened as the bell rang, signaling that we were already at our destination. My expectations were completely different. I thought that there would be luxurious people waiting in the hallway, but there was no one. The path was empty, and only the two of us were creating sounds of our footsteps.“Why are you still calling me your wife, Greyson? Didn’t we already agree to discontinue the act of being married couples?” I questioned him as we stopped in front of the third door we passed by.Greyson shr