The Billionaire's Second Endeavour

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ed a VIP area for us. The area was larger than the lounges—a semi-round couc

s plaît," said Vince,

walked past me with an odd grin glued

ing such an entrancing wo

couch with a leg over the other. He on

brey and I laughed. Aubrey worried more than my mother ever had whenever I went off to a club or a p

tently and my heart skipped a beat. He s

faster than expected. So, I came here to get some escape fro

was here for business as well, which

sswoman?

m a daughter to

. "I mean I'm the so

y around me. His Adam's apple bobbed while he took deep breaths and knea

if I said you’re m

rvous?" I snorted.

ntire glass of champagne, all the while holding his gaze. Who

y other girl would've jumped over me by now, especially with my looks an

, I wouldn't have b

is that many committed ladies have

...” I gulped,

that, I would’ve been worried if he weren’t. An

ile tugging the side of his lips. “But being handsome doesn't necessarily mean that I'd have to lick your face.

cause I was that drunk, and he was marvellous. The alcohol was playing w

e. “I am just used to people, particularly, women talking about m

awful,

the only normal p

mpliment. It's so nice t

gain as Vincent was about to speak. He looked at me and I sho

ay, he retorted, "You are not n

e pickup lines already." I flung my h

air behind my ears, he drew his face close to my ears

ith my mind and his hoarse voice, on top of

ing under the dimmed yellow light. He brushed his lips on mine, his warm breath hazing my senses. My entire body was cal

sed his lips on mine. I stiffened, my hands fisting over my knees as a familiar ache followed

motions but above all, desire and longing. My chest heaved and I gulped, not knowing ho

his thumb on my lips. The tenderness in his touch was enough to make me forget all the t

e lapel of his jacket into a rough kiss, my hands cupping h

im. He deepened the kiss while caressing my cheeks with his warm fingers. With him, I failed to r

argaritas. Whatever it was, I didn'

d his kisses down to my throat. He licked and grazed his teeth right over the pulse point, making a soft moan leap out of my

ed down my neck and tha

*

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that way. That filthy asshole! Because not even my cold glare coul

by the side of her face. I wanted to graze his hands on her smooth cheeks down he

didn't kiss me back. I tried to force my mind to believe that my move was too sudden for her to react

r from me or something

mouth with a hint of strawberry. The boundary between me and my control shattered and the next thing I knew, I was already on top of her, fondling her tongue with my own while m

easts, a sharp sensation pierced my lips a

mouth as I sucked onto my bottom lip. What the hell? Generally, when I made a move on a girl, they coope

that for?"

cry. I felt betrayed. My mind tried pointing out the reasons why she was so uncomfor

right at this moment, it was her. I craved her. She was different a

ut as the saying goes—habit is the second nature that

hould drop you home" wa

. She sat in silence and got up when the waiter handed my card back. I’d even tried t

was mentall

zed by her expression how regretful she was and when I parked the car in

own. I wanted to end our meeting on peaceful terms, without having to hold grudges against e

umbled Joy, clearing her t

ppear on her lips, a smile so genuine that a fluttery feeling spread across my chest, making

. It was nice kn

r. I wanted to pull her back in and kiss the heck out of her. Take her right here in the

re walking out of the car and cl