Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty novel Chapter 4

The moment Olivier's arms wrapped around her body, Fleur felt his unbridled, masculine strength. She was dressed thinly, so she could faintly feel the ridges of his muscles on her body.

The distance from the door to the parking lot was only 200 meters, yet Fleur wrapped her hands around Olivier's neck to stop from slipping from his arms.

"Take your hands off."

Fleur thought the movement of his Adam's apple as he spoke was quite charming. "What's wrong with holding onto you for a while?"

"I don't like it." Olivier's voice was faint, but his disgust was easily heard.

Fleur sighed, then leaned close to his chest, head beneath his chin.

Olivier stopped abruptly and looked down at her.

"Mr Martinez, you've slept with me, and now you got me to enter into this marriage arrangement for your sake. If you don't even allow me this simple gesture, you're not really trying to compensate me at all are you?"

Fleur Leroy was very beautiful. Her features and bodice paired together were enough to make the strictest of men tremble. It was this kind of beauty that made her mind difficult to grasp.

It was precisely this beauty that had Olivier's gaze linger on her. Her body was light and soft, perfumed sweetly.

"Fleur Leroy."

"Hm?"

"How would you know random thrusting meant no technique in bed? When did you get to know so much about sex to hold a standard? You were lying about your virginity, weren't you? How many men have you had?"

"..." Fleur looked up at Olivier. Their lips would have kissed now if the man had not turned his head to the side.

"Olivier Martinez." She grasped his chin and turned his face so he was looking at her. "A gentleman wouldn't insult a woman with such rude words."

Olivier sneered, eyes like chips of ice. "A rude man could care less than to carry a woman who is perfectly capable of walking into a car."

He put her down on her feet without and word and went to the car.

"..."

Fleur took a long breath. She had only said his skills in bed were not up to par. Were all men that sensitive about that part of themselves these days?