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She bit her lip, thrown by the sudden tenderness. “What’s there to be happy about?” she asked honestly.
Sebastian’s expression dropped theatrically. He let out a dramatic sigh, his voice loud and mournful. “I just spent billions for my future wife and she acts like it’s nothing.”
Her lips curled despite herself. The cold, ruthless tycoon the world knew was now frowning like a child.
A giggle escaped her.
Then she laughed—really laughed.
“Alright,” she said, still laughing. “I’m happy. Very happy. Satisfied?”
His lips curved into a slow smirk. The hand on her cheek slid behind her neck and pulled her closer.
“Since I made you happy,” he murmured, “I deserve a reward… don’t I?”
“What kind of reward?” she asked.
He didn’t answer with words.
Instead, his lips crashed against hers.
The kiss was deep, intimate, and stole her breath. And before she could pull away, he kissed her again—harder, rougher—his mouth trailing down her neckline. His touches became more desperate with each passing second.
Outside, near the hotel entrance, a man stumbled drunkenly out of the hotel.
Lucas, still tipsy from the party, staggered outside, rubbing his temple. He blinked against the night lights. His eyes caught sight of the Rolls-Royce.
He knew that car. There was only one like it in the entire country. Only one man owned it.
Sebastian Graves.
Through the slightly open window, he saw a woman sitting on Sebastian’s lap.
Lucas took a few steps forward, curiosity and confusion sharpening in his gaze.
Her dress, her hair…
His eyes narrowed.
It was the same outfit Emily had worn tonight.
Chapter 4 Our Home
Lucas froze in his steps, watching the maroon Rolls-Royce just a few feet away.
It couldn’t be.
Sebastian Graves didn’t associate with women who didn’t match his status. Emily came from a modest home, no elite connections, no flashy lineage. She had no business being in that car—certainly not in his arms.
Lucas stepped closer to the car, his eyes narrowing, trying to catch a glimpse of the woman inside. Just as he reached the car, the driver hit the gas. The car sped off.
Inside the car, Sebastian was insatiable.
His mouth claimed hers—lips crushing, teeth grazing softly, tongue sliding over hers in slow, demanding strokes. He pulled back just slightly, then captured her lower lip between his teeth, sucking and tugging before letting it go with a teasing flick of his tongue.
His lips trailed down her jawline, leaving a path of wet, heated kisses. He nipped gently behind her ear, flicked his tongue along the sensitive skin of her neck, and dragged it down to the curve of her collarbone.
“Ahhh…” Emily’s soft moan echoed in his ear, making him hungrier to please her.
