The Tycoon's Leading Lady のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

“We’re here!” Maddie exclaimed. Kayla must have been spacing out, because she hadn’t even realized they had already arrived at the church where her sister is about to get married. Outside, a sea of people gathered at the entrance, all dressed in shades of champagne and gold. The women wore long dresses that shimmered gently, and the men were in sharp, well-fitted suits. Since the driver was still looking for a parking spot, Kayla stayed inside the van, taking a quiet moment to observe everything from her seat. Everyone seemed to be smiling and chatting excitedly, their voices blending into a happy hum she couldn’t quite catch. She spotted her mother among the crowd, speaking to a man whose back was turned. Even from this distance, Kayla could see the joy on her mother’s face—the kind of joy that radiated straight from the eyes. Of course she was happy; one of her daughters was about to marry one of the richest men in the city. Kayla watched as the organizer approached her mother to

“Sorry,” Kayla quickly said the moment she realized she had been in his arms for what felt like forever. She tried to stand up properly, but it was nearly impossible as her other sandal had lost its heel. She had to grab it, and for a moment, she wanted to scold it for causing her fall, which was absurd. It was just a shoe, oblivious to the chaos it caused moments ago. Now she remembered why this pair of shoes had stayed in the paper bags and never made it to her shoe closet. They were a gift, but far from sturdy enough to withstand hours of walking. Both she and Maddie had forgotten about them, and she felt the urge to curse herself all over again for not recalling that fact. She stopped herself, before the man in front of her thought she had lost her mind. To stand properly, she undid the other shoe and held it in her hand, finally standing barefoot. When she looked up, she found herself facing the best man, and a scowl formed on her face. Yes, she had to look up. He was taller

Kayla had never slept around. She was too young when her career in show business began. At age thirteen, a talent scout discovered her, and she started modeling, posing for advertisements and magazines. Before her breakthrough, she went to countless auditions, taking on extras roles in various TV shows–parts that were often insignificant and forgettable characters. She was already working incredibly hard, even as a young girl, but she loved it. She stayed focused on her career, determined not to be distracted by worldly temptations such as sex. This is why, when she and Derek got together, everything they shared was a first for her. The first night they were intimate, she felt as though she was simply forced into the act. She wasn’t ready, but she was too shy to refuse or stop Derek. She was already deeply in love with him, and he had suggested that sleeping together would help improve their on-screen chemistry. So she complied. Contrary to what she imagined, her first time wasn

Kayla crossed her legs, in an attempt to soothe the building ache in her thighs. The memory of being intimate with someone and being touched, came to mind. It had been months since her breakup with Derek, and just as long since she had been intimate with anyone. A deep longing settled over her. She missed the presence of a partner–the pleasure of being touched, the feeling of her body being cherished and desired. The dull throb in her thighs intensified, mirroring her growing need for connection and physical release. Her eyes drifted back to Corvin. He was still staring, his gaze intense, surely studying her. Kayla knew that he’s not new in this type of game. He has the face of a Greek god and a body that dominates every thought. She was certain that every woman would run after him, drawn not just by his wealth but also by his gorgeous presence. A reckless thought sparked within her: she wanted to touch herself, right here, in front of him. To witness his reaction. To see how he

KAYLASomething shifted in my bed, and my eyes slowly fluttered open. I woke up to a very bright light, coming from the huge window. I was about to stand up, but realized a heavy, firm, and veiny hand was resting on my stomach.Suddenly, the memories of last night flashed through my head like a cinematic reel.The rooftop garden.The luxurious penthouse.The chocolate-covered strawberries.The couch.The incredible sex against the glass window, overseeing the magnificent city lights.My mouth slightly parted at the overwhelming recollection. Because it didn’t just end there. I remembered how, after we did it against the glass windows, he invited me to shower, and we showered together. And he possessed me again, fiercely, against the cool wall of the bathroom.I felt a sudden rush of heat shoot through my thighs.I also remembered how, after we showered, we got into the soft bed, and he took me again, doggy-style, his hands firmly gripping my hips.I was breathing heavily now, reliving