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In the Venzor Bar.
Deanna Miller stumbled out of the bar in a black, sheath skirt.
Her delicate skin looked flushed because of the alcohol. Her dainty features somehow looked more attractive.
She tucked a loose strand of fringes behind her ear. The simple movement seemed to fascinate everyone. Even the security guard couldn't take his eyes off her.
She opened the back door of a black car and got inside.
An involuntary gasp escaped her lips as she sat on a man's lap, thinking it was the car seat. The man arched his brows and said, "How brazen of you!"
Deanna yelped in shock and turned back to look at him.
A handsome face came to view.
The man was in his mid-twenties. His thick eyebrows were neatly trimmed, and his face bore an unfathomable expression. No one could tell what he was thinking.
Deanna's jaw dropped open in shock.
"Dario?"
"Wow! You still know who I am,"
the man teased.
Deanna giggled.
"Of course. How can I forget a handsome man like you?" she replied, still sitting on the man's lap.
Dario Archer, her future cousin-in-law, was the noblest man in the city Weappolis.
How could she not know him?
Moreover, they had dinner together three hours ago.
Dario's eyes darkened.
"Then why are you still sitting on my lap?"
Deanna wasn't afraid of him. She leaned against him and drew circles on his chiseled chest. "Are you afraid my cousin will find out?"
Dario grabbed her wandering hand and looked into her eyes with a blank expression.
"Why should I be afraid?" he said in a deep, resonant voice.
Deanna nestled her face against his chest.
"So... You want it?"
Deanna's voice was thick with lust. It would tempt any male who heard it.
Dario looked at her, intrigued.
He pursed his lips without uttering a word.
Deanna smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck.
The warmth of her body seeped into him, making his blood heat up. Even the temperature in the car seemed to be raised.
Just then, the phone rang.
Deanna looked at the name on the screen.
It was Jeannie Miller, her cousin.
Dario answered the phone.
"Dario, are you still in Venzor Bar?" the woman asked. "Are you drunk? Please go home soon."
Deanna smiled wickedly and spoke over the phone. "Gosh, you're annoying, Jeannie. Please don't disturb us."
A moment later, Jeannie shrilled, "Dario, who is with you? Deanna, is that you?"
At that moment, Deanna pressed her lips against Dario's.
She deliberately gasped and moaned loudly.
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