A Moment in Destiny novel Chapter 250

Leaning on his sweaty chest, Leila could smell the sweat that radiated off his body, a smell which strangely seemed to made her feel at ease. Tired, she shut her eyes and fell asleep.

At daybreak, the sunlight crept in through the window from cracks in the white curtains. The entire room was lit up.

The pure white bed was a complete mess; half of the blanket was on the floor, while the other half covered over Leila’s naked body. Her entire body was filled with kiss and bite marks and scars from the car accident. Her black hair scattered over the pillow and made her white face appear even whiter. Her eyes were shut and motionless, her lips slightly open as she steadily breathed.

A tall, handsome figure leaned against the window, with a cigarette between his fingers and puffs of smoke surrounding his flawless face. For some inexplicable reason, he exuded sexiness.

Vincent quietly looked at the sleeping figure and felt a reaction down under. It seemed that he couldn’t resist against her.

“Uh…” Leila moaned as she slept. The sunshine made her unable to rest easily. Her eyelids twitched, then she slowly opened her eyes. She raised a hand to shield her eyes from the brilliant sunlight, and then she noticed the figure standing by the window.

“Ah-” Leila let out a scream; ignoring the aches all over her body, she covered all her private areas by reflex. Her face became bright red, and she hid under the blankets, afraid to look at him.

Vincent looked up; his thin lips smiled, then he put out his cigarette and headed back into bed.

Leila’s reaction was beyond her brain’s control; her body subconsciously pulled backward, but her entire body was in pain! She let out a small yelp, but didn’t dare to move around in the blanket. As his overwhelming presence got closer, she became more and more panicked.

He reached his huge palm into the blanket and hooked her right into his embrace. His deep, manly voice muffled by her ear, “You’re awake?”

Her abashed eyes met his deep gaze; the sunlight that shone on his eyebrows made him look even more dashingly handsome. His eyes were locked onto her snow-like white skin.

“Good morning, Mr. White!” Leila managed to let out a whisper; her cute voice in the morning was incredibly sexy and seductive.

He had on a white robe, which partially unveiled his muscular chest. The atmosphere was filled with a mixture of cigarette and the unique smell of his body.

Leila tightly gripped onto the blanket; as she breathed in the air, she started to feel tenser, and unconsciously began to move slightly toward the edge of the bed.

“Don’t move!” With his arm outstretched, Vincent grabbed her thin waistline. He pulled her close until his chest touched against her back. In a swift motion, he spun her around, until they were face to face. He raised an eyebrow, “Trying to escape?”

“No!” She gasped; then she placed a hand against his chest to keep him at bay, “Don’t you have to go to work?”

“It’s Saturday!” There was a glint in his eyes, a sort of devilish look in his cool, calm expression. The entire room was filled with his scent.

At this moment, he began to slowly slide his hand down her body, bringing a warm sensation across her back. She jumped by surprise and unwittingly tried to escape his grasp. “Mr. White, I-”

Before she finished talking, he violently kissed her on the lips.

Leila was stunned by his action.

“You’re not going anywhere today!” He said in a low, raspy voice next to her ear, “The only place for you today is the bed!”

“No-” She pushed him away.

“You can’t say no, Leila; in our little game, you don’t have the right to refuse!” His aura rushed all over her; his eagle eyes stared right at her, and he began to rapidly kiss her lips. While she was captivated by his kisses, he flipped her and pressed on top of her body.

Little game!?

So it was just a game after all! What more did she expect?

With the words he just said, Leila felt her heart sink. So, that was it. Leila felt her heart sink into an abyss.

Vincent did not give her the chance to think at all. His tongue reached into her mouth and made it hard for her to even breathe. This stifling feeling not only made her unable to think, but its dominating nature felt as though it was invading her senses. She could not think of doing anything but let him have his way.

Naturally, they had sex again in bed.

Afterwards, he hugged her and did not move an inch. The sensation of their skins brushing against each other made her feel flustered…

This feeling felt as though they were a normal couple, enjoying the morning weekend. This feeling inexplicably made her heart race a little faster…

By the time she woke up again, it was already eleven at noon. Medication appeared to have been applied over her bruises, but there was no one else in the room. Leila looked at the scars on her body in awe. Did Vincent apply medicine while she was still asleep? She could see traces of iodine and rubbing alcohol over her body.

Leila got up to get changed. In the closet, she noticed the oversized, cartoon-designed T-shirt that she always wore. The shirt was large enough to cover down to her thighs. She put it on, tied a ponytail, and headed out the room.

The door to the study was half open. Vincent sat on a grand chair; he was silent, expressionless, with only a cigarette in hand as he quietly smoked.

Why was there such a look of sadness in his eyes?

Could it be that even he had troubles?