The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 101

101 Chapter 101 Claiming What Is His

101 Chapter 101 Claiming What Is His

Blanche’s POV 1

Vincent was restraining himself, fighting to maintain control, but my words only intensified the flames blazing in his chest.

He finally surrendered to his impulses and leaned down, capturing my lips with his own.

The intoxicating blend of tobacco and mint invaded my senses as he kissed me, forcing the taste deeper into my mouth.

His kiss was demanding and consuming, like a fierce tempest overwhelming me. I had no opportunity to evade, no chance to fight back.

not even a second to release a sound.

I tilted my head back, powerless to do anything but accept his kiss.

I clawed at his waist, pressing my nails deep enough to nearly pierce his skin, but he remained unmoved.

When my nails bit into him, Vincent released a low, seductive groan.

The sound sent shivers down my spine, and I released my grip, switching to pounding against him instead.

Vincent proved even quicker. Using only one hand, he captured both my wrists, effortlessly restraining me. Then he pressed my palms

against his chest, making me feel the contours of his muscles.

The oxygen grew scarcer, and I felt like I was suffocating.

At last, Vincent reluctantly released me, his gaze lingering with playful mischief as he studied my flushed face and asked with a

provocative grin, “Well, how was that, baby?”

My face burned even hotter. “Vincent, you have no shame.”

Vincent tightened his grip on my hand, refusing to let me withdraw. He looked down at me, noticing how my lips were swollen from his

kiss, and couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “Tell me, how was my kiss?”

I glared up at him, fury blazing in my eyes. “Release me first.”

As tears began to gather in my eyes, Vincent finally freed my hand.

The instant he released me, I struck him hard across the cheek. “Vincent, I’m not some escort. You can’t just wave money and presents

around and expect me to comply. I have a husband and a daughter!”

Vincent’s head snapped to the side from the impact, but he showed no anger. He simply ran his tongue over the spot where I’d hit him.

He raised his head to meet my gaze, his tone detached. “Ms. Callum, you’re honestly the first woman I’ve encountered who doesn’t understand how to play the game.”

I asked with a bitter smile, “So? Are you let down?”

Tears gathered in my eyes, but I stubbornly refused to crumble as I faced Vincent.

Vincent reached for a tissue, holding it while he tenderly dabbed the tears from the corners of my eyes. “I’m just disappointed for you,

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Ms. Callum.”

I turned my face away. “Vincent, I’m grateful you helped me twice, but we’re square now. You don’t owe me anything, and I don’t owe you

anything.”

Vincent wrapped his arms around me, resting his chin on top of my head. He held me securely, making escape impossible.

His voice, deep and close to my ear, drifted down. “No, you do owe me.”

I had no clue what he meant and didn’t care to figure it out. I tried to push against his chest. “Vincent, I told you. I’m married”

Even if I was heading toward divorce, Zain and I were still married.

Vincent still wouldn’t release me. “With Zain lasting barely any time at all, do you honestly think he can satisfy you?”

I went rigid, feeling a surge of panic. “You…”

Vincent laughed, his smile arrogant and full of mischief. “What? Did I strike a nerve?”

His grin told me I must have revealed his guess was accurate.

I didn’t want to discuss it, so I stayed silent.

But my silence revealed everything.

Vincent hooked a finger under my chin, his eyes sparkling with teasing amusement. “If he’s that pathetic, why not discover what I can

offer?”

I didn’t bother responding. I broke away from his embrace and reached for the car door.

As the door opened, a man outside was frantically snapping photos with his camera.

Vincent reacted instantly, pulling me back and sheltering me in his arms.

We were divided by the center console between the driver’s and passenger’s seats.

When Vincent drew me close, I ended up awkwardly sprawled across the console,

To prevent me from being captured by the paparazzi, Vincent threw his jacket over me, concealing me completely.

My face was pressed against Vincent’s chest, catching the faint trace of tobacco and mint on him.

The combination of those scents was odd, but strangely enough, it actually smelled appealing.

Beneath the jacket, his hand settled directly on my backside.

I knew exactly what he was doing, but I didn’t dare speak or even move,

If those cameras captured me, I’d be in serious trouble.

I understood just how vicious the internet could be.

It took nothing to destroy someone’s reputation.

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From under the jacket, I could hear the reporter still lingering outside, and I sensed the camera still aimed in our direction.

Vincent’s voice carried clearly as he addressed the lens, showing no sign of irritation. Instead, he seemed to flash a smile as he said,

“You’re quite skilled at hunting for stories, aren’t you?”

I heard the reporter chuckle. “Mr. Aarav, would you mind if I photograph the lady with you?”

Vincent maintained his relaxed tone, “Perhaps you should consider finding a new career instead.”

There was a moment of hesitation from the reporter. Then Vincent’s voice turned icy. “It seems quitting isn’t possible for you. Allow me

to assist with that.”

I heard rapid footsteps as the reporter fled.

Once I was certain the reporter had disappeared, Vincent gave my backside a playful squeeze. “Comfortable down there, are you?”

I threw the jacket aside, desperately inhaling several deep breaths of fresh air.

But before I could catch another breath, Vincent said, “Let’s move. This location isn’t secure.”

I knew all too well how merciless the internet could be. I didn’t want to become an online target, so I started the car and drove away.

Once we reached a safe location, I pulled over and stopped the vehicle.

Vincent remained seated, making no move to leave. I turned to face him. “You…”

Before I could complete my sentence, Vincent interrupted me. “Give me your hand.”

I gave him a suspicious look. “What are you planning now?”

Seeing I wasn’t going to offer my hand, Vincent seized it and roughly fastened something around my wrist, retrieving it from his jacket

before I could react.

When I finally looked down, I discovered it was the emerald bracelet he’d purchased at the auction that evening.

My heart jumped, and I instinctively tried to remove it.

Vincent shot me a threatening look, “You’d better not take it off.”

Once that bracelet was secured, it was impossible to remove. I struggled for what felt like forever, but it wouldn’t come off no matter

what I attempted.

Frustrated, I glared at Vincent. “Vincent, what exactly are you scheming?”

Vincent didn’t bother looking at me. He simply reclined in his seat, folding his hands behind his head.

“Baby, if I ever lose control, I’m far more dangerous than Zain could ever be. Believe me. You don’t want to witness that side of me.”

With that, Vincent opened his eyes, turned his head, and locked his gaze on me, waiting for my response.

I remained quiet, but the way my eyebrows drew together made it obvious that I was genuinely wary of him now.

Vincent grinned and straightened up. He glanced at my disheveled clothes, which were nearly revealing too much, before quickly

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adjusting my outfit and letting out a shameless laugh. “Baby, your lips are incredibly soft. Next time, I guarantee they’ll be even softer:

His brazen teasing, with his lips grazing my skin, sent chills through me.

I prepared to resist him, but before I could act, he was already stepping out of the car.

Standing beside the vehicle, his grin was arrogant and wicked.

He blew me a kiss. “Baby, make sure you think of me and dream about me tonight.”

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