She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 673

"I can't believe you didn't stop me!" Melanie's eyes were wide and perfectly round.

"Shawn Sterling is incredibly dangerous... he actually drugged me! Isn't this the part where you're supposed to back me into a corner, put on a dark expression, and growl, 'Woman, if you ever act on your own again, I won't let you get out of bed!' Shouldn't it go something like that?"

Melanie fully acted out the scene as she spoke, nailing the melodramatic expressions perfectly.

Preston didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Is this the plot from one of those viral web-dramas you've been watching?"

"Exactly. Daphne recommended it to me."

Melanie couldn't help but narrow her eyes in a bright smile.

"One look at you and I know you could never pull off the alpha billionaire routine... You're much better suited to being the man behind the scenes..."

Smiling brightly with her eyes crinkled, she practically threw herself onto Preston.

The smell of alcohol wafted up, and Melanie turned her face away.

"Do I smell terrible?"

Preston shook his head.

"No... you smell amazing..."

Their eyes met, and the burning desire in Preston's gaze, though masked by his cool restraint, was communicated clearly to Melanie.

She felt her body growing hotter by the second.

She wasn't sure if the alcohol was finally hitting her, or if Preston's pure magnetism was seducing her.

Maybe it was a potent mix of both.

Either way, Preston undeniably possessed the kind of charm that drove women absolutely crazy.

"Now that business is out of the way, can we finally do this?"

The moment the words left her mouth, Preston scooped her up into his arms.

Carrying her effortlessly, he took long strides into the bedroom.

They tumbled together onto the plush, oversized bed.

This time, the kisses were far from brief or gentle.

Melanie and Preston were like two ravenous beasts, desperate to devour one another. Neither was willing to yield as they conquered each other with pure, intoxicating passion.

Melanie quickly tore at Preston's tie and the buttons of his shirt, while he pushed up the hem of her dress...

The spark caught fire, consuming them in a night of reckless abandon.

...

The Velvet Orchid.

Dominic Hale was completely wasted.

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