One Night Mystery Affair

at a corner booth with his two business partners, Nathan and Eric, a half-empty bottle of whiskey between them. Th

at's up with you tonight? You're the damn Party King of Texas. It's w

led the liquid in his glass. "

t you. Just a few nights ago, I saw you partying with that

rning glance. "I sa

seat. "Tell you what, Walker. If yo

considering the challenge. Then, with a slow sm

nsion in the air thickened. The bartender watched warily, clearly familiar with Wyatt's drinking

rubbing his temples. "Nobody can o

iumph, just as the b

to her car, her phone ringing in he

e other end. "Where are you?" he ask

e to work late today. I need to pick up

aw him on TV. Damn

yatt Walker is an arrogant, en

yatt stepped out, his piercing blue eyes

s face

mmered, forcing a bright smile, "Mr. Walker is such an inspira

ent before scoffing. "Wa

, quickly ending the call befo

happened, two familiar men-Nathan and Er

and a slow smirk spread across his face.

back, her stomach t

his cigar. "Damn, Wyatt. You didn't t

e than that." His eyes darkened as he reached out toward her, but before he could mak

d, his voice low and dangerous.

rvous laugh. "Dude,

y shoving him back. His jaw was clenc

scoffed. "You just lost your

ance over his shoulder. "Yeah? Well, I d

he passenger seat, his movements sluggish from the alcohol. Riley si

he settled in. "Mr. Wya

deep blue eyes hooded with intoxi

ng in to secure his seatbelt for him. Just as she reached over,

ct, he tilted forwar

intoxicating gaze. The warmth of his breath ghost

o place. She quickly pulled away a

she muttered, shaking her h

occasional drunken murmurs. Upon arrival, Riley sighe

right, his arm slung lazily over her shoulders. His weight made it difficult for her to ke

cending the grand staircase. As soon as she spo

le

quickly ducked into the shadows, choosin

haling in exhaustion. She was about to step away when his hand sho

ghtly against her ch

intense, something raw. Riley stiffened. "You're mistaken, Mr. Wyatt,"

nd slid to the back of her neck, and in one swif

ers-warm, firm, passionate

iss that h

Ivy's hidden ey

he finally managed to pull away from Wya

as he stared at her. "Riley..." he muttered, reac

he turned swiftly on her heels and made her way toward

ollided with the housekeeper, Mrs. Elizabeth,

th a curious glance between her and the

neutral. "Mr. Wyatt isn't feeling too well," she s

a knowing nod. "Of

Riley walked out, closi

Riley hurried out of the mansion. Her hands clen

tered under her breath, her voice

way he kissed her. That wasn't supposed to happen. S

hair over her shoulder and turned on h

ory of their kiss flashed through her mind. S

is room, managing to settle him onto the bed. Just as she w

You can go back to bed," I

to tend to him. As she attempted to unbutt

doing here?" he

back to health, b

out," Wyat

, ivy left