The Moment I Stepped Into His World as the Fake Girlfriend, I Became the Real Prize novel Chapter 1

A heavy spring rain blanketed the city.

Outside the gates of the Hawthorne Estate, a Rolls-Royce sat silently in the middle of the road. Rainwater cascaded off the gleaming Spirit of Ecstasy hood ornament, a striking symbol of wealth.

"Sterling... touch me..."

In the backseat, a girl sat sideways across a man's lap, her arms wrapped around his neck as if she had no bones at all.

The zipper of her long dress was completely undone. The straps had quietly slipped off her shoulders, the fabric pooling around her waist and pressing against his tailored slacks.

In the dim light, the two figures seemed to meld together, creating an atmosphere of absolute, suffocating intimacy.

"Sterling, why aren't you moving?"

When he remained frozen, the girl urged him on with a hint of dissatisfaction, her voice hooking into his senses and sparking a wild imagination.

Without waiting for Sterling to reply, she grabbed his hand and guided it directly toward her chest...

"Elena, what the hell are you doing? I hired you to act, not to sell your body!"

Sterling finally found his voice, his body rigid as he issued a cold warning.

"But Master Sterling, if we want this little performance to be convincing, we have to make it look real. Look at you... acting like you're marching to your execution. How is that going to fool your family?"

Elena's eyes curved in amusement, radiating seductive charm.

"A quick reminder, Master Sterling. I'm playing the role of your girlfriend. You're supposed to be madly, desperately in love with me..."

Noticing Sterling's amateur reactions, Elena found the situation increasingly hilarious. Pouting her lips, she slowly leaned in closer.

Experiencing this level of physical contact for the first time, Sterling felt a jolt of electricity shoot through his veins. His instinct was to push her away.

But the moment his fingers brushed against her silky, bare skin, it burned him so much he instantly yanked his hands back.

Glancing down, his vision was filled with an expanse of flawless skin, so radiant in the dim amber light of the car that it made him dizzy.

"Elena, if you dare touch me, you're dead meat!"

The young, hot-blooded heir tried his hardest to sound fiercely intimidating.

"Ooh, Master Sterling is so fierce. I'm terrified."

Elena chuckled, deliberately shifting her hips. "It's just that your body clearly isn't rejecting me. You talk a big game, but the rest of you is pretty honest..."

"Elena—"

Sterling's voice grew rough, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks. He glared at her, his puppy-dog eyes shimmering with a hint of moisture.

A thin layer of sweat had even broken out across his forehead.

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