The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 109

109 Chapter 109 My Big Stuffed Toy

109 Chapter 109 My Big Stuffed Toy

Blanche’s POV

Vincent sprawled across my bed, gripping the corner of my blue blanket and breathing in deeply, like he was getting high off my scent. The guy acted like he couldn’t get enough.

I frowned at him. “Vincent, my brother’s right next door. One shout from me and he’ll be here in seconds. Better climb back out that

window before I call the cops for breaking and entering.”

He rolled over to face me, flashing that cocky smile. “Come on, don’t be so cold. Since I’m already here, can’t I get a little taste of your

sweetness before I go?”

His eyes sparkled with that playful mischief that always got him in trouble.

The window hung open, letting in the bitter October night air that made me shiver.

I remembered shutting that window this morning before leaving–it had been raining. The bastard must’ve snuck in through there.

Vincent had always been the bad boy type, reckless as hell. Those gorgeous eyes of his looked at every woman the same way, all

smoldering and affectionate. I wasn’t buying it though–no way was he actually falling for me.

My sheets had been changed just days ago, still smelling like sunshine and body wash. Vincent looked way too comfortable, like he

planned to stay all night.

When he didn’t budge, irritation flared in my chest. “Vincent, get off my bed. Now.”

He paused, then shot me that devil’s grin. “Just following orders, babe.”

He threw off the blanket and slid from the bed, stalking toward me while deliberately unbuttoning his shirt. His ripped chest gleamed

golden under the light, every muscle defined.

As he approached, I backed up until my leg hit the dressing table edge. I stumbled, nearly falling, but Vincent caught me just in time,

yanking me against his chest.

He buried his face in my hair, inhaling like he was addicted to my shampoo.

I pressed my hands between us to keep some distance, but they ended up flat against his bare chest instead.

His laugh rumbled deeper. “Enjoying the view, babe? Like what you’re feeling?”

Heat flooded my face as I hissed, “Vincent, you jackass, let me go!”

He pulled me tighter, grinning like the devil. “Your waist is so damn soft, and you smell incredible. How could I let go?”

I struck out with my free hand, pinching, slapping, and pounding on him. “Vincent, you pervert, Release me right now.”

I fought against him with everything I had, but he barely seemed to notice my struggles or insults.

He easily captured my flailing hands, holding them steady while staring down at me with that infuriating smirk. “Really, babe? Gonna be

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this heartless? Not even a little ‘I missed you“?”

I didn’t answer, just kept struggling.

He watched my futile attempts to break free with obvious amusement.

My struggles loosened his shirt further, revealing more of those abs. Panicking, I jerked my hands away, and suddenly my body pressed flush against his bare, muscular torso.

His body heat scorched through me like wildfire, leaving me feeling exposed and helpless.

Vincent’s eyes darkened with hunger, his breathing turning ragged.

Feeling that heat radiating from him, I pushed against his chest again. “Vincent, let go!”

He wasn’t about to make it that easy. In one swift move, he scooped me up and slung me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.

I let out a startled yelp the moment he lifted me.

Vincent gently placed me back on the bed, quickly capturing my hands again so I couldn’t escape. I had no choice but to meet his intense

stare.

He leaned over me, blocking out the light behind him. His face disappeared into shadow, unreadable, while his rough breathing filled the

silence between us.

Terrified he might lose control, I whispered in panic, “Vincent, please, don’t do this.”

My soft, vulnerable voice sent a shiver through his body, his expression wavering for just a moment.

Then came a knock at the door. “Aunt Blanche, are you okay?”

Camila’s voice. She must’ve heard my startled yelp when Vincent picked me up.

Panic shot through me, but Vincent moved faster–diving under the covers beside me and pulling the blanket over himself in one fluid

motion.

When I didn’t answer, Camila’s worry grew and she called softly, “Aunt Blanche, I’m coming in now.”

I was about to say I was fine, but Camila had already opened the door and stepped inside.

Seeing her enter, I quickly sat up against the headboard, forcing a reassuring smile.

Camila frowned with concern. “Aunt Blanche, are you okay?”

Under the covers, Vincent lay beside me, his body burning with heat, his hand shamelessly wandering over my leg, I stayed perfectly still,

not daring to move, letting him have his way.

“Camila, I’m fine. Just twisted my ankle a little,” I said quickly.

Her frown deepened with worry. “Let me see.” She started toward my bed.

I hurried to stop her. “Camila, I’m a doctor. I promise, I’m really okay.”

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She hesitated, then said, “Then I’ll go tell Dad and Mom.”

My heart hammered, but I pleaded, “Camila, please don’t tell them. I just want to rest. Please

She considered this for a long moment before finally agreeing, “Okay then.”

Relief flooded through me, but right then, Vincent shifted under the covers.

Camila spotted the large lump beside me and asked curiously, “Hey, Aunt Blanche, what’s that big lump beside you?”

I quickly patted the lump. “Just my big stuffed toy, nothing to worry about.”

Her curiosity intensified. “Really? It’s huge–almost like a person.”

“It’s custom–made,” I said quickly. “I have to cuddle it at night, otherwise I can’t sleep.”

Camila nodded, still looking skeptical. “Okay. If you’re really fine, I’ll go back to my room.”

I smiled. “Night, Camila.”

“Night, Aunt Blanche,” she replied, finally leaving and closing the door behind her.

I breathed a sigh of relief, patting my chest and taking deep breaths to calm my racing heart.

But under the covers, Vincent was getting handsy.

I kicked him. “Vincent, what are you doing?”

He poked his head out from under the blanket, flashing that teasing grin. “Just enjoying the view.”

I yanked the blanket off, jumped up barefoot, and shot him a furious glare. “You creep, get out–now!”

Seeing my anger, Vincent slowly sat up, then moved to the bed’s edge, turning to offer me his left cheek. “If you’re mad, just hit me.”

He sat there barely dressed, shamelessly flaunting his body.

Unable to resist, I gave him a playful smack on the cheek.

Far from getting angry, his smile only widened. “You hit me so gently, which means you care about me and don’t want me hurt. Since you

love me so much, I should spoil you even more.”

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