Page 8 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

It was a middle-aged man and he reminded me so much of my dad.

If I couldn’t save him now…then this nightmare would never end.

“Please don’t die,” I pleaded.

My vision was blurry, and I couldn’t see clearly anymore.

If everyone had given up, was there really any need to continue?

“We continue,” His words took me by surprise.

I turned and got a glimpse of his face; his gaze was serious, and he looked determined to make this work.

Those two words revived everyone present, and we fought…but we couldn’t save him.

I felt so pathetic; the mask of a strong, self-sufficient woman disappeared.

And there he was towering over me, telling me that everything was okay.

I could smell him, amidst the blood… I could sense him.

It was strange… I had never felt that way. Not with any man I had associated with.

My heartrate shot up… my breathing became unsteady.

He moved close to me, and I didn’t pull away… I sheepishly closed my eyes as his breath met my lips.

Then he kissed me. I had kissed men and women before, but this was the first time it rattled me to my core.

I wanted to melt into him and let him devour me completely. I couldn’t get enough.

As his hand touched my cheeks and tickled my ear, I got the butterflies everyone had been talking about…

But wasn’t there something about this man?

If I remembered correctly, there was something Harold and other staff talked about.

“Not good… I can’t stop now…”I said to myself as he continued to kiss me.

But wait… isn’t he a little too good at this?

As I opened my mouth slightly, letting him in, I remembered.

“There’s another thing about Adam Hunt,” Harold had said, “He is a womanizer and can make acquiring a woman seem like she’s easy. I heard there’s never been a woman he’s wanted that he had never gotten. Well, I don’t have to worry about you; you know your worth and you’re not easy to sway at all.”

As his tongue made his way into my mouth, I felt like I had been used… I mean… Iwasbeing used.

He was mocking my weakness and used my feelings against me. I felt so stupid for letting my guard down.

As I bit down on his tongue, I thought I was going overboard but it was still a resort to stop his advance.

He pulled away in confusion and pain.

I was scared… not of him, but of myself, because a part of me wanted to apologize and have him kiss me again.

I forced myself to my feet, “You’re just like the rumors say.”

“Huh?” he raised a brow.

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