บททั้งหมดของ The Tycoon's Leading Lady: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

KAYLA “We’re here!” Maddie exclaimed. I must have been spacing out, because I didn't even realize we've already arrived at the church where my sister is about to get married. A sea of people gathered outside 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, I stayed inside the van, taking a quiet moment to observe everything from my seat. Everyone seemed to be smiling and chatting excitedly, their voices blending into a happy hum I couldn’t quite catch. I spotted my mom among the crowd, speaking to a man whose back was turned. Even from this distance, I could see the joy on mom’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. I watched as the organizer approached my mom to say something. Mom then pulled out

KAYLA “Sorry,” I quickly said the moment I realized I had been in his arms for what felt like forever. I tried to stand up properly, but it was nearly impossible as my other sandal had lost its heel. I had to grab it, and for a moment, I wanted to scold it for causing my fall, which was absurd. It was just a shoe, oblivious to the chaos it caused moments ago. Now I remembered why this pair of shoes had stayed in the paper bags and never made it to my shoe closet. They were a gift, but far from sturdy enough to withstand hours of walking. Both Maddie and I had forgotten about them, and I felt the urge to curse myself all over again for not recalling that fact. But I stopped myself, before this man in front of me thinks I've lost my mind. To stand properly, I undid the other shoe and held it in my hand, finally standing barefoot. When I looked up, I found myself facing the best man, and a scowl formed on my face. Yes, I had to look up. He was taller than I'd realized. At 5'6",

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

KAYLA I crossed my legs, in an attempt to soothe the building ache in my thighs. The memory of being intimate with someone and being touched, came to mind. It had been months since my breakup with Derek, and just as long since I had been intimate with anyone. A deep longing settled over me. I missed the presence of a partner–the pleasure of being touched, the feeling of my body being cherished and desired. The dull throb in my thighs intensified, mirroring my growing need for connection and physical release. My eyes drifted back to Corvin. He was still staring, his gaze intense, surely studying me. I know 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. I'm 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 me: I want to touch myself, right here, in front of him. To witness his reaction. To see how he would react. The idea, d

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