His Reluctant Temptress

, lingering for a moment on the bloodstained sheets that bore the telltale marks of what had happe

ime, the roo

Her delicate features were swollen beyond recognition, her pu

was almost audible-like thunder ready to explode. His fury was beyond word

is forehead, pressed his lips into a tig

ally spoke in a flat, emotio

of pearls-endless and unstoppable. Her ent

nbearable humiliation and rage, then suddenly wrappe

smine felt she could qualify

ng in tears, and only after she got into a taxi did

he needed to hide out at his place for a coupl

elix was lounging in a massage chair

rance and muttered, "Don't tell me you got into some kinky stuff.

aid nothing. She just headed

and stared at the ceiling for a long time before finally speaking. "Felix, are you

What kind of shady idea

to tear me apart-make it look like I'm the villain. Let the trolls

cts. "I don't know what exactly you're planning, but don'

he balcony to make a call, slidi

nged it. I'll send you a number in a bit. Whatever you wanna do, just talk to that p

**

a mysterious woman had taken over every major news site in the co

in the public eye. Most of the rumors about him were just speculation. People said he was drop-dead handsome, on par with the nation's most popular m

tually caught footage of him

ed, his home address had been leaked-and wor

, the two were seen walking into an upscale apartme

ely flooded Twitter, cycling through

ss toward the woman-insults p

sly clung to rich men. Next, someone exposed that she had worked as a high-end escort. And if that wasn't enough, another bombsh

versity exploded. The business world was in sho

tes who knew the truth were worried sick and practically blew up her phone. WhatsA

black leggings. Her long, golden hair was tied up high, and she fa

g, her slender back forming a graceful curve. Her figure was delicate and shapely, like a butterfly with wings spread h

dal broke. It hadn't stopped once. The caller ID kept flashing with n

ms, exhaled slowly, and completed the finishing movements. Then she walked over to the sofa, picked up her phone, and saw tha

e scrolled through Twitter's trending topics on his screen. The whole internet was co

al shorts, and flip-flops, sat at the other

ty loud," he said casually. "Wha

in the images, while Bruce's side profile was barely visible. These were surveillance stills she had instr

lling her every name in the book, she said calmly,

y now. "That's the filthy rich guy you've been telling m

hoto, a faint smile playing on

dated Darlene for ten years and still never got in bed with her? The onc

said they'd been together since they were kids, and she always planned to save her virginity for their wedding n

er index finger danced swiftly across his iPad screen as he spoke to