บททั้งหมดของ Don't Touch The Bride : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

MilesI waited, eyes fixed on the entrance, barely paying attention to whatever Mrs. Crown was saying. I hummed at intervals, pretending to be engaged, but my thoughts were elsewhere. If I was this restless, I could only imagine how Cheryl was going to handle tonight.I swapped my empty glass of champagne for a full one, checking my watch again. She's late. And that's already one of her points gone—losing before she even started."Are you waiting for someone?" Mrs. Crown asked, clearly noticing my impatience."Hmm?" I turned to her with a polite smile. "Yes. My wife."Her eyes widened in shock.It was no secret that I was married, but since Cheryl had never attended an event with me, rumors had spread. Some claimed my wedding was a PR stunt. Others suggested my wife was too unattractive to be seen in public. I didn't care about any of it. The only reason I ever acknowledged my marriage in public was to keep certain women—married and single—from throwing themselves at me.I lifted my g

Miles My fingers trailed slowly up her toned belly before I pinched both of her erect nipples, rolling them between my fingers. Fuck. I wanted those sensitive buds in my mouth, wanted to feel them squashed against my chest.Our eyes met—hers hazy with desire, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She was aroused.I pushed her wet hair behind her ears, my hands sliding up to cup her face. Tilting her head up, I kissed her again, hard and deep. Kissing her was intoxicating—I couldn’t get enough. I needed more. I could drown in her lips and never come up for air.My hands wandered down to her waist, gripping her firmly before lifting her. She wrapped her legs around my torso, my cock pressing dangerously close to her warm, soaked pussy. Pressing her back against the cool, wet tiles, I held her up effortlessly, my hands gripping her thick ass.My lips left hers, trailing down to her breasts. I took one hardened nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue around the tight bud before sucking

Cheryl “You’re gonna get Daddy so fucking hard, sucking your breasts, aren’t you?” Miles coaxed, his voice thick with desire. His words only made me wetter—so much wetter. “Yeah,” I whimpered, watching as he pulled my bra down, exposing my erect nipples. Goosebumps prickled across my skin. He cupped my breasts gently, teasing my nipple with his tongue before taking it into his warm mouth, sucking hard, igniting a fire deep inside me. I was so fucking aroused. My toes curled in my boots as Mr. Han pulled out my other breast, rolling my perky nipple between his fingers, playing with it like he knew exactly what it did to me. The pleasure was overwhelming—hot, consuming. It felt like I was going to explode. My lips quivered, trembled with pure ecstasy. Miles just knew how to pleasure me. “Ohh, yes… keep sucking me, Miles,” I whimpered, grinding my hips against him, my throbbing pussy rubbing against his rock-hard bulge. “Daddy’s so hard from sucking your juicy breasts

Miles I was in the middle of a damn meeting—a very important meeting—with the president when Cheryl called me for the fifth time. I ignored it at first, but then my phone vibrated again. I sighed, slipping it out of my pocket and pressing it to my ear. “Oppa,” she cried. My entire body went still. She was crying. Sniffling heavily. Oh, God. “Excuse me,” I muttered, practically bolting out of the room. “Baby, what’s wrong? Where are you?” “I was driving and then…” I froze. “Driving? Who the hell let you drive? Where the fuck is Chris?” “I don’t even know,” she sobbed. “Cheryl, do you need me to come? Just tell me where you are, and I’ll be there.” “I’m on the roadside… on the way home.” “I’m coming, baby. Stay right there.” I didn’t care that I had just barged out of a meeting with the goddamn president. The only thing on my mind was getting to her. I stepped on the gas, speeding like I had something to prove. My heart pounded as I scanned the road,

Cheryl No wonder he gave no response when I asked if he loved me.He doesn’t.Breakfast was oddly quiet this morning.Intentionally.I couldn’t believe what I had heard last night. He was only doing what he was doing because his father asked him to. That was it.A knot twisted in my chest.How foolish I had been to believe that he cared about me even one bit.But something about the whole thing still didn’t make sense. What did it have to do with Jenna? And why did he never answer me whenever I asked why he and Jenna didn’t end up getting married?“Are you okay?” Miles asked, studying me.“Yeah,” I responded, taking a sip of my water.“Do you want something? Do you want me to take you to school?” He was trying to figure out my strange behavior.“No, Chris will take me,” I responded curtly.Mr. Han nodded, watching me closely.“I’ll be home early today,” he added.“Good, you need the rest,” I said, managing a small smile.While in my head, I was already planning my escape. Number one