Chapter 68 – How About We Make A Deal?
LUCIEN >< ><
I leaned in close, my breath brushing his ear as I whispered, "You are stuck with me for three years, dearest husband," my voice low and seductive, drawing out each word like a promise—or a threat, depending on how he took it.
The air between us felt charged, thick with tension, and for a moment, I forgot about the watching eyes, the contract, everything except the way his presence pulled at me.
I pulled back slowly, my gaze locking onto his face. God, he looked so perfect right there—flushed with anger, eyes squeezed shut like he was bracing for impact.
He was still as handsome as he'd been back in high school, that quiet kid I'd tormented without a second thought. Scratch that—he looked even hotter now, time having sharpened his features, given him this edge that made my pulse quicken.