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SPARKING THE FIRE
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Being at the peak of her career allows Celine Princessa to freely pursue her goal; the destruction of Desmond's family. She didn't care about the label that would continue to be attached to her forehead; the home wrecker. All she cared about was that Desmond knew she still existed. "Are you sure you're doing this?" The man's forefinger played on Celine's seductively exposed shoulder. From the reflection of the mirror in front of them, Celine smiled. The model said, "I'm sure. But can I ask for conditions?" The man slightly twisted Celine's body. There was a melodious squeal from Celine's sexy lips full of temptation. also, a crisp laughter that made his heart tremble even more. Desiring. Because it's been a month since they met. He made sure; this room would be full of sighs from both of them. "Whatever you want, Baby." "Turn off your cell phone, Uncle. I don't like your wife calling." The man laughed. "That's it?" "That's all." Unfortunately, Celine had no idea that she was trapped. In a love that burned with passion and also shouldn't exist. Where that feeling made Celine feel alive and no longer empty. How will Celine get through this, when she falls under the spell of a married man and is suddenly selfish about wanting to possess her?

Chapter 1 [Prologue]

"Are you sure?" the man asked with a look of disbelief.

His eyes had scanned the beauty of this seductive-looking body in front of him countless times. Starting from her face that often adorns various magazines. Social media was also busy talking about the achievements of the girl who was now staring at him without pause. And what would be the impact and consequences if many people knew what they were doing in this room.

"I think that question is for you, Uncle... Bryan? Should I call you that?" the girl said with an amused giggle. She ruffled her hair. Revealing her slender neck, which only wore a necklace with her initials; HP.

"No." The man laughed. "You're not my nephew's future wife anymore, are you?" He gently stroked Celine's hair. "I didn't expect you to grow so beautiful like now."

"Wasn't I this beautiful before?" Celine's one step made their distance even thinner. Even as she brought her face closer, she whispered softly while teasing the man's chest. "I'm sad if that's the case."

"You're beautiful, Celine," the man said with a stifled growl. He wanted to resist the circular motion that Celine's fingertips were making on his chest. But he couldn't. Instead, he savored every touch Celine gave him. "So beautiful."

And because of their closeness, Bryan could clearly see how smooth and spotless Celine's body was even though it was still wrapped in a blouse that had not been completely removed from that beautiful body.

The girl's shoulders were no longer covered by the blouse worn for the banquet. Perhaps in one pull, her clothes had already slid down on the marble floor they were on. her breath was roaring seductively. Her face also looked flushed with desire.

"If you have any doubts, I'd rather just go back with my team." Celine thinned her smile. She did not want to linger here if the opponent seemed hesitant to act. Nevertheless, her heart prayed... that he would be tempted.

"Alright." Bryan Desmond, the man's name finally gave in. He let out a long sigh while holding the woman's shoulder. As if to give full confidence, if they were doing it on their own consciousness. Ah, no, but to reinforce his decision.

"So?" asked Celine with an alluring smile. "What do you want now?"

Their eyes met again. Celine's beady eyes were indeed misleading. I don't know where Celine got such beautiful eyes, but one thing was for sure... Bryan couldn't take his eyes anywhere else. Including when his fingers brushed her cheek. Guiding him not to move away as she brought her lips closer.

Touching the soft surface of Celine's seductively plump lips.

"Made you scream my name all night," Bryan says between their tender kisses. It was so gentle that when he said that, there was still a trace of saliva between them. "And because we're already here." In one swift movement, Bryan picked Celine up. Making the girl squeal and put her arms around his neck.

Then... he laughed.

"I don't want any rejection." Celine's body was slowly lowered to the center of the bed.

"I have no intention of rejecting you." Celine smiled cheerfully. Stretched a little to get comfortable, supporting her body with both hands. Leaving her hair a little messy. "But do it gently. I like softness."

A faint grin rose at the corners of Bryan's lips. "As you wish, Baby."

"And turn off your cell phone. I don't want any distractions, especially from your wife."

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