His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 479

Clementine slapped her own thigh in frustration. "It's true! And he didn't just confess..."

She covered her burning cheeks, stealing another quick glance at Archer before whispering so quietly she was barely audible.

"He actually... he actually kissed me."

Virginia was completely stunned.

She tried to mentally picture the impossibly arrogant, emotionally detached billionaire leaning down to kiss Clementine.

Her brain literally couldn't process it.

"Are you serious?" Virginia had to ask again.

Clementine pressed her lips together and nodded violently. She looked equal parts flustered, terrified, and utterly lost.

It was safe to say the expressions on both of their faces were nothing short of spectacular.

Exactly one week later, early morning at the South Hill villa.

In the walk-in closet, Archer stood in front of the full-length mirror.

He was wearing a custom black suit that Virginia had picked out for him, paired with a dark gray shirt and a navy-blue patterned tie.

The impeccable tailoring accentuated his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and endlessly long legs.

The wound on his right shoulder had fully scabbed over. As long as he avoided any extreme physical exertion, he could move normally.

Virginia, dressed in a moonlight-white silk blouse and high-waisted black trousers, stood on her tiptoes right in front of him, expertly knotting his tie.

They were standing dangerously close.

Archer lowered his eyes, his gaze locking onto the elegant curve of her swan-like neck. His Adam's apple bobbed.

Suddenly, the phone on the marble island began to buzz loudly.

Archer leaned casually against the wardrobe, one arm wrapping possessively around her slim waist while he grabbed the phone with his other hand and hit speaker.

"Boss," Julian Caldwell's nonchalant voice drifted out. "Chloe is on a hunger strike at the detention center. She's demanding to see you. She says she wants to talk face-to-face about some things that happened in the past."

Virginia's hands paused on his tie.

She tilted her chin up and pressed a feather-light kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"Morning kiss. Now go to work."

Archer's breath hitched.

In that split second, it felt exactly like their marriage used to be.

She used to do this every single morning—picking out his suits, tying his ties, and giving him a soft morning kiss...

Except back then, he had been completely blind to his own feelings, shackled by ridiculous rules and obligations, and he had personally thrown away all this warmth.

He cupped the back of her head, flipping the script, and kissed her back with a devastating intensity.

He didn't stop until Virginia was gasping for air. Even then, he only pulled away slightly, his thumb tracing the moisture on her swollen lips.

"When you get to the building for lunch, I'll have Zachary come down to get you."

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