No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 626

Darleen grabbed Peter's chin and leaned in for a kiss.

Struggling, Peter turned his head away. "Wait a second."

He pulled out his phone, opened the video recorder, and coaxed Darleen into making him a promise.

Darleen solemnly swore it would be just one kiss.

As it turned out, she didn't even get that one kiss before Peter flipped her over and pinned her underneath him. "New deal. You can kiss me anywhere you want."

Before Darleen could even nod, Peter swept her up into his arms.

If he couldn't seal the deal tonight, he wasn't a man.

Forty minutes later, in Peter's private suite at The Imperial Hotel.

A woman's expensive evening gown and a man's trousers were scattered on the floor, with a pair of nude heels resting on a white dress shirt.

On the bed, Darleen trembled under Peter's passionate kisses, his eyes already a tempest of desire.

"Peter, I don't feel good,"

"Just let it out. You'll feel better."

...

The next morning, Darleen woke up in a daze.

When she saw Peter sleeping soundly beside her, the events of the previous night came flooding back.

Darleen felt like her world had just collapsed.

"Ah!"

With a scream, she scrambled out of bed, only to be yanked back by Peter.

He wrapped his arms around her, planting a firm kiss on her forehead. "Think you can sleep with me and run? Too late!"

Peter played the video evidence.

Listening to her own drunken 'heroic declarations,' Darleen buried her head in Peter's chest, too mortified to move.

She was just a twenty-year-old college student. How could she have gotten into such a huge mess?

Darleen kept her eyes shut, stubbornly trying to shift the blame. "I was drunk last night, I don't remember anything. You must have taken advantage of me and recorded this video to trick me!"

Peter tossed his phone aside and pried her eyelids open, forcing her to look at the scratches on his body.

York sat quietly, watching a vibrant Peter and his thoroughly guilty-looking sister sit down across from him.

Darleen spoke first, her voice laced with guilt. "York, what's the occasion? Why are you treating us to dinner?"

York glanced at his sister, then his gaze shifted to Peter's open collar.

Following his line of sight, Darleen spotted the mark on Peter's collarbone and gasped. She immediately grabbed Peter's collar, yanking it shut.

"Ahem!"

Peter nearly choked.

Darleen fumbled to button Peter's shirt all the way to the top.

York saw everything but said nothing.

Feeling guilty, Darleen tried to change the subject. "York, do you need my help catching Mrs. Quinn's husband cheating?"

"You're friends with Ramona Quinn, the family's younger daughter," York said. "If you're really that bored, you could take her for a little trip to Grandview Estates."

Peter's eyes darted between the two siblings.

With Darleen stirring the pot and the calculating York pulling the strings, Mr. Quinn and his mistress were probably done for.