She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 352

Melanie’s mind was hazy.

She had been drinking, and she was in a foul mood, hoping to drown her sorrows.

Preston, on the other hand, hadn’t had a drop, yet his mind seemed even hazier than hers.

Melanie couldn’t figure out why Preston was at Daphne’s club dressed like this.

But since he’d practically delivered himself on a silver platter, Melanie wasn't about to hold back.

Her finger grazed the hollow of Preston’s throat, and she felt his Adam’s apple jump under her touch—a telltale sign of his growing tension.

Very sexy…

Normally, Preston was always calm, restrained, and stoic in his demeanor.

Suddenly, Melanie had a strong desire to see him lose control.

To see him lose control for her.

After all, Preston liked her too.

The sight of him driven by desire, unable to control himself, must be incredibly alluring.

As her mind wandered, Melanie licked her dry lips.

Little did she know, in Preston’s eyes, she was the alluring one.

“I want to… play with you… make you go crazy for me, make you a captive to my charms…” Melanie announced grandly, continuing to tease Preston.

Her hand moved from his Adam’s apple to his collarbone, then down to his chest and abs.

“I have to say… you feel… really good…” Melanie grinned, clearly in the throes of her drunken antics.

Daphne couldn’t help but cover her eyes from the sidelines.

It was too much to watch!

She had no idea that a tipsy Melanie had the guts to say such shameless things, let alone act on them.

But that wasn’t what surprised her the most.

What surprised her most was how cooperative Preston was being.

It was shocking enough that Preston had shown up at her club dressed like an escort.

But now, faced with a misbehaving, drunk Melanie, Preston looked like he was more than happy to be devoured.

However…

This was a respectable establishment!

Just then, Caden sidled up to her.

“Boss, who was that handsome guy? Is he really here as a part-timer?”

Daphne glanced at Caden, then looked toward the club entrance again and said slowly, “Even if he is here part-time, his payment isn’t money…”

Rosevale Heights.

Preston carried Melanie into the master bedroom and placed her on the soft, large bed.

Melanie was fast asleep.

But she didn't look peaceful.

Preston sat on the edge of the bed, so quiet he might as well have been invisible.

He knew Melanie’s battle wasn’t over.

At the Hale Health Center’s celebration banquet, Melanie had fought a brilliant battle.

She had a decisiveness that came from burning her bridges, a radiance that made it impossible to look away.

So, now that the dust had settled, Melanie was bound to be exhausted.