Chapter 1126
Yorrick ran his fingers over her lips and smiled. “I don’t have as many women as you think I have.”
“If there aren’t hundreds of them, at least there are dozens of them, right?” She smacked his hand away.
Yorrick grabbed her finger and held onto it. “That’s different.” Xyla ignored him as she was too tired for his explanation. She pulled her hand out and propped it against Yorrick’s chest, intending to push him away, but his body felt as steady as a mountain.
He buried his face in her shoulder and chuckled. “You don’t like the fact that I have too many women around me, do you?” Seeing that she could not push him away, Xyla simply stopped struggling.
‘Since he hates women who listen to him and do what he wants them to do, I’ll just become that.’
“Yeah, I don’t like the fact that too many women surround you.” Xyla took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck while giving off a hint of coquettishness through her flirtatious gaze. “Why should I share a man with other women, especially a man who’s as outstanding as you, Mr. Hathaway? I prefer to keep you to myself.”
She then jerked his body abruptly, turned over, and changed positions with him.” You’re right. I didn’t reject you the other night because I have a thing for you. I refused to be your lover only because I was playing hard-to-get. Who wouldn’t want to be the woman of the world’s richest man? I do not only want to be your woman but also the woman who drives away all those pesky women around you.”
Xyla lowered her head to kiss him. It stood to reason that he would push her away, but he did not, let alone dodge her kiss.
Yorrick stared fixedly at her, and a hint of curiosity beamed from the bottom of his profound eyes.
Xyla only hesitated for a few seconds, but he already raised his hands, clamped her face between both palms, and kissed her without any warning.
She was astonished.
The intimate moment lasted for only a split second as Yorrick let her lips free after only giving her a shallow peck. He then placed his palms on her cheeks and rubbed them in circles. “Good job.”
He laughed out loud, moved closer to her ear, and whispered, “I’ll take what you just said very seriously.”
Just when Xyla was a little distracted, he turned over, trapped her under his body, and repeated what he just said, “Xyla Mayweather, I’m dead serious this time around.”
She took a deep breath. “Take what seriously?”
“What you just said seconds ago.” Yorrick rubbed the corner of her lips with his thumb. “You said you want to keep me to yourself . You’ve done it now, haven’t you?”
“Are you out of your mind? I was just-” Xyla was a little bewildered.
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