Reborn Vengeful Heiress: Married to the Cold Tycoon

tie and peeling off his clothes as he walked, leaving a trail behind

d-that he noticed someone else was already there. A petite figu

he pulled the blanket back and switched on the bedside lamp.

long pair of slender legs spread slightly in a skewed position. Above tha

d a woman his way. Most came dressed barely or in skimpy lingerie, throw

r covering her face. Her small face, barely bigger than his palm, was smudged wi

ord, scooped her up and car

he was curious about this woman, there

ssa, the effects of the drug started weari

on hers. His body was all muscle, lean but defined, the kind of man who looked slim in a sui

el abs, she met a pair of sharp, deep-set eyes,

about him screamed trouble, and even in her fog, she felt alarm bells going of

his arms. The drug was still in her system, making her limbs weak. She tried to push him away a co

ould easily belong to a professional cellist. He reached out with long, elegant fingers and lifte

d stardust. A delicate nose, full lips that were ridiculously tempting, and that dazed look she had-pure i

s room would be this much of a knockout. Whoe

er, the mastermind behind

id with a half-smirk,

d rush all over her body. She wanted to push him off, but her strength was shot than

*

nessa struggled to sit up in bed. The golden sun creeping through the window f

ll it took to snap her out of any last bit of denial. Last night, she lost some

ked pretty decent. If she had to find a silver lining

the underwear was included. Clearly left by that guy. Vanessa w

t next to the clothes. The amount written on

he was some kind of service he'd paid for? Sure, she was de

cribbled a note across the check: "Your service las

st that money-but she liked that. It could totally count as her 'paying him