His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 327

On the fifth round, the bottle spun rapidly across the table, slowly losing speed until the neck pointed firmly right at Virginia.

"Ooh!"

Everyone immediately turned to look at her, their eyes sparkling with excitement.

A blonde girl slapped the table, stood up, and shouted, "Virginia! Truth or Dare?"

Virginia had already downed two glasses of fruit wine. A faint flush coated her cheeks, and her head was spinning just a little.

Holding her glass, she hesitated for a second. "Dare."

"Perfect!" The blonde girl's eyes darted around mischievously. She pointed straight at Archer sitting next to her and grinned. "The dare is... kiss the boss!"

The cheers instantly tore the roof off the place.

"Kiss! Kiss!"

Virginia turned to look at Archer, a flash of confusion in her eyes.

He leaned back in his chair, his navy suit jacket draped behind him, leaving him in just a dark gray dress shirt.

He sat lazily, toying with a crystal glass as the strong liquor and ice clinked together with a crisp chime.

He didn't speak, nor did he stop the cheering crowd, keeping his dark, bottomless gaze fixed entirely on her.

However, the hand spinning the glass slowly tightened without him realizing.

Virginia gritted her teeth, set down her glass, and leaned in.

The scent of Oud & Bergamot grew overwhelming, nearly drowning her senses.

She closed her eyes and pressed her red lips softly against his cold, hard cheek.

The moment she finished, she practically threw herself back into her seat.

Seeing the tension, the crowd wisely took the hint and cleared out, leaving the new couple alone.

"You're just like that..." She pouted, counting his faults on her fingers, her brows knitted together and her eyes out of focus. "You're awful..."

Before she could finish her sentence, he reached out, grabbed her chin, and forced her to look up.

Staring at her crimson lips, Archer's breathing completely broke down. The desire he had been suppressing all night finally shattered its dam.

"How am I awful?"

His voice was impossibly hoarse, laced with a highly dangerous, predatory edge.

The next second, before she could even answer, he dipped his head and kissed her fiercely.

The sweet taste of fruit wine spread wildly between them. Virginia was kissed until she couldn't breathe, a few muffled whimpers escaping her throat.