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Kaid’s lips moved over mine, demanding, probing as he pried my lips apart with his tongue. I didn’t want to do this. Every time he touched me, I found myself helpless against his touch—the feel of his hands, rough yet tender at the same time. I found myself opening up to him as he moulded his lips against mine. A tiny moan escaped me, and I felt a sudden shiver when he grabbed my breast through the thin fabric I wore. I shouldn’t enjoy this. No—this was wrong. The way he touched me was so wrong. Worst still, was the way my body helplessly bent to his will. I craved him in ways I had never felt for any man, and it unsettled me. “Stop,” “Kaid—” A breathy moan escaped my lips again when he released my lips for a second. His gaze swept over mine, and he went in for another kiss. This time harder—deeper. Gosh! It was so intoxicating. Our breath mingled so hot, and his scent warm and spicy enveloped me like a cloak, and I found myself kissing him back. He was like a drug. A drug I det

It took a hot minute before I picked myself up to prepare breakfast. I stood under the soft bathroom light, letting the warm water cascade over me. A soft moan escaped my lips as I felt the water work magic on my sore limbs. By the time I was done washing up, I walked leisurely to the mirror to apply my morning skin care routine when I gasped in shock.That Bastard!He fucking designed my body like a watercolor painting. Only this time it was with hickeys and love bites scattered across my skin like a tattoo with his name on it. My hand trailed over the marks, and I burned with passion. The thought of the night before crashed down on me. I gasped as though his hands were on me all over again.My hands moved slowly, down my body, trailing over the love bites to my thighs. I could still feel the faint ache of my sore muscles, but the soreness between my thighs told a more intimate story. The ache was intimate, a reminder of Kaid’s touch—rough, possessive, and unforgettable.My skin turn

Even after Lucas drove out of the hospital, my heart kept beating wildly. Gosh, that was so close. My hands shook as I placed the envelope on my lap while staring at the window. Could she have noticed? I desperately hoped she didn’t notice anything. What if she did and told Kaid about it? What if he asked me to get rid of the child? This was a disaster! My eyelashes fluttered as I tried to blink back the sudden tears that suddenly threatened. I wasn’t ready to tell Kaid yet because I was too scared of the outcome. I didn’t know what to do, and I suddenly felt alone. I needed someone I could talk to and pour my heart out without being judged. I thought of my mother and thought of visiting her. “Could you take me to my mother’s place?” I turned briefly to look at Lucas, and he nodded. “Let’s stop to get some items. I can’t visit empty-handed.” He nodded, and I looked back out the window. Soon, we arrived in a serene neighbourhood with shopping bags and stopped by a magnific

The ballroom dazzled with bright lights from the chandeliers and displayed the most expensive décor. Every man and woman present eschewed elegance, prestige, and wealth. As soon as I stepped out of the car, cameras flashed, and the paparazzi rushed towards me, taking pictures while I smiled with the practiced charm of a socialite. This was kind of my world, but I never delved this deep. This stage was a whole different ball game. It was what happened in Kaid’s world. Gracefully, I walked into the hall where voices mingled, and the air was thick with the smell of power and ambition wrapped in silk. The slit at the side of my dress kept showing my exposed leg with every sway of my hips while I looked around for Kaid. The moment I entered the hall, I could sense heads turn and conversations falter for a moment, but I didn’t stop except with an occasional smile when someone nodded in recognition before my eyes found him. He was speaking with some men—investors, members of his boards,

“I would like to dance with my wife.” The smile on my face faltered the moment I saw Kaid beside us on the dance floor. Mr. Brandon smiled warmly at us and handed me over to Kaid, who wasted no time before pulling me into his arms. “Have you gone mad? That was rude, Kaid.” I hissed. He, however, ignored and slid his hands down the curve of my back and pulled me closer to him. My mind fluttered at the intensity of his gaze, and I briefly wondered how someone so good-looking looking have a look so cold, he could pierce steel. Unable to withstand the intensity of his gaze on my face, I looked away. Moving to the rhythm of the music while trying to distract myself. My eyes met Vivian just across the dance floor. She was looking at me with those calculating eyes of hers. She was a schemer, that one was certain. Somehow, seeing her within my sight made me suddenly angry. Then I looked back at Kaid and noticed his eyes were still on me. But this time, they weren’t cold like they used to,