Chapter 134 The CEO of Hudson Enterprises Gets Drunk Late At Night
Just as his lips were about to touch mine, panic shot through me. My heart pounded wildly as 1 instinctively pressed my hand against his mouth.
No, if this kept going. I’d completely lose control again!
“It’s been a while–You–you’ve sobered up by now, right?” I forced myself to sound steady, but it st wavered.
Ryan paused, his eyes locking onto mine, amusement flickering in his gaze.
Seizing the moment, I grabbed onto the first excuse I could think of, ‘You should rest. I’m tired–going to bed!”
Before he could react, I turned and bolted, afraid that if I stayed even a second longer, I’d be lost in him.
As I rushed back to my room, my mind replayed everything that had just happened–the way his deep, seductive voice sent shivers down my spine, the smoldering heat in his gaze-
Dangerous. Way too dangerous! I had nearly lost control again!
I slammed the door behind me, leaning against it as I tried to catch my breath.
I needed to calm down.
Covering my face with my hands, I tried to push the memory away, but Ryan’s intense gaze and the way he kissed me wouldn’t leave my mind.
Damn it! I shook my head hard, trying to shake off the lingering heat.
But then another memory surfaced–one that made my whole body flush with embarrassment
His fingers teasing between my legs, his touch unbearably slow.
His husky voice murmuring, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
His ragged breathing as he whispered, “Do you like this?”
I swallowed hard, smacking my cheeks lightly.
‘Get it together! It was just an accident! Ryan had been drunk. I had lost control for a moment. That was all. Nothing more! Stop overthinking!”
I bit my lip, trying to convince myself. But my body betrayed me–the heat still lingered.
I was–getting addicted to him.
Ding-
Lost in my chaotic thoughts, my phone buzzed. I glanced down and nearly dropped it when I saw the
sender.
Ryan.
[Baby, let’s continue next time.]
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Lalmost hurled my phone across the room.
Again?
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Heart racing. I tossed it into the bed, took a deep breath, and ran into the bathroom for a cold shower. Maybe freezing water could wash away the fire burning inside me.
But no matter how hard I tried to cool down, my mind kept replaying it–his fingers, his touch, the overwhelming that left me breathless-
I’m screwed. This time, I’ve really fallen too deep.
After the Shower
Back in bed, I picked up my phone, hesitated for a moment, then quickly typed
[What happened tonight was just a drunken accident. Don’t overthink it.]
I stared at the screen, my fingers stiffen, heart hammering.
Seconds later, his reply popped up.
[So you’re just going to enjoy it and then pretend it never happened?]
My breath hitched, my whole body going rigid.
“Did he seriously just say that?”
The cold, calculating legal genius everyone saw–how could he be so shameless?
Face burning, I quickly typed furiously:
[Are you still drunk? Go to sleep!]
His reply almost came instantly:
[Alright, I’ll listen to my wife.]
I was speechless.
There it was again–his relentless, shameless reminder that I was his wife.
Just as I was about to put my phone down, a news notification popped up–Breaking News
[CEO of Hudson Enterprises spotted drinking alone late at night, rumored to be heartbroken.]
1 frowned.
“Hudson Enterprises? Who was their CEO? Could this have something to do with Ryan?”
I clicked on the article. A few blurry paparazzi photos loaded.
In the dim lighting of a private lounge, a tall man sat slumped on a couch, surrounded by empty beer and whiskey bottles. His posture screamed defeat.
The image was grainy, but I could make out his side profile.
And the second I saw his face, my entire body froze, breath caught in my throat.
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