Honey, I'll Make You a Star (Margaret and Charleston) novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83 Pleasing The Chairman's Wife

Margaret put the computer away unconsciously.

She stood up and stared at the man in front of her. She snorted, "Mr. Limbaugh, it's getting late. You should leave."

"Are you getting rid of me after using me? How cruel." Charleston said with a faint smile.

His tall, sturdy body stood up. He began to approach her.

A dominant aura surrounded her.

He put his hand on Margaret's waist and clenched his palms.

"You..." Margaret was about to ask Charleston to not get too close to her.

Then, he suddenly lowered his head and pressed his thin lips on her plump lips.

Instantly, Margaret felt fireworks at the back of her head.

She was shocked.

This... this man!

Margaret immediately came to her senses and wanted to push him away.

However, Charleston's hold on her was strong, and Margaret could not move at all.

He tightly trapped her in front of his chest.

The two were locked in a kiss for so long that their bodies appeared to be lovingly tangled with one another.

There were sparks in the air.

Finally, Charleston reluctantly let go of her.

"You!" Margaret, after being free from the kiss, yelled at Charleston. Though she was stunned by what had just happened, she continued to send death stares at Charleston.

Charleston said with a satisfied look, "Do you want to do it again?"

"B*stard!" Margaret said while glaring at him coquettishly.

"My little princess tastes so sweet."

Seeing Charleston possibly reminiscing about what just happened made Margaret feel even more embarrassed.

"Who is your princess? Stop talking nonsense. No one wants to be your princess!" Margaret said angrily. There were so many women waiting to get into his charming graces; it should be easy for him to get someone to be his princess.

Anyone but her.

Margaret was not willing to be a helpless, dependent princess.

All of a sudden, a terrible thought came to her mind.

She realized that although she had been rejecting Charleston, telling him that she did not want his help when in fact...

Charleston had helped her a lot!

When this realization dawned upon her, Margaret was speechless and surprised.

"Okay, okay, okay, you are not my princess. You are my queen!" Charleston's affectionate tone pulled her back to her senses.

The arrogant Charleston was willing to bend his elegant body and call her queen!

For a moment, Margaret's heart felt to have been jolted by something. She felt a little flustered for no reason.

"Go, go away. I don't want to see you now!" Margaret said angrily as she covered her flushed face.

She reached out her tiny hand to push Charleston out.

Though Charleston was being treated like this, he didn't seem angered at all.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll leave. Be careful. Don't hurt yourself." His tone was filled with affection and love.

Even as he was getting pushed out of her house, he was still worried about her.

Margaret's ears grew warmer. She hurriedly pushed Charleston out and closed the door without hesitation.

With the door in between them, they were separated from each other.

Margaret covered her flushed face with her hands. All she could think about was Charleston's face.

"Are you crazy?" Margaret patted her face.

Margaret's heart was beating so fast. She could feel butterflies in her stomach.

Could she have actually fallen in love with him?

Fallen in love with that abominable man?

Impossible!

Margaret firmly rejected that thought in her heart.

There were so many women around that playboy. She could already name a few.

Emilia, Suanne...

Not to mention the ones she had never seen before.

"If you fall for him, you would only be one of his mistresses."