Female Novel
Chapter 1302
He had no reason to resist when opportunity was served on a silver platter.
Zoey remained silent, cradling his face, leaning in for a kiss.
With agile fingers, the man pinched her waist and turned his head away.
Zoey snapped back to reality, a cold sweat breaking out on her back.
She had been so infuriated by her mother that she had forgotten: this man never kissed her.
To him, it was a repulsive act.
Now, as he averted his face, revealing a sharp jawline, she quickly retreated, attempting to sit beside
him.
But in the next moment, he deftly lifted her skirt and plunged into action.
The dashboard of the car had been laid flat, and Zoey's heart trembled. She dared not meet his eyes.
Her hands rested on the fine fabric of his suit. He seemed in high spirits tonight, leaning back leisurely
while exerting force with intensity.
His gaze was locked on her face, sending waves of heat through Zoey's body.
She couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes even once as the car finally came to a stop at their
destination.
But she knew his gaze had never left her face.
The man's stamina was impressive, and forty minutes in the car was hardly enough. Thus, after
parking in the courtyard, the driver discreetly left, knowing his place.
After another hour of tumultuous passion, the man finally gripped her waist, content.
Zoey was spent, barely registering his words.
"Don't forget to take your pill."
"Mhm."
She couldn't conjure up variety in bed, nor did she dare to try.
The one thing that pleased him was her rare concession to forego protection in favor of taking the pill
herself, a habit now formed.
She lowered her lashes and began to dress quietly.
The man's suit was barely disturbed, requiring only a minor adjustment before he could exit the vehicle.
Only then did Zoey get a clear view of the place. It was his family's villa.
Her body stiffened, her grip tightening on her clothes.
The man had returned for a family banquet tonight, but would his relatives not guess what had
transpired in the car parked in the courtyard for an hour?
Zoey's face burned as she hurriedly dressed and whispered, "Let the driver take me back first."
The man, already stepping out of the car, was unsympathetic in his response.
"If I send you off now, what am I supposed to do later?"
She fell silent, knowing he was deliberately shaming her.
After all, it was she who had shamelessly enticed him in the car.
Head bowed, she heard his footsteps fade and return.
"Or, you could come in with me and say you're my new secretary," he offered, his tone heavy,
emphasizing 'secretary' in a clear mockery of her.
Zoey slid back into her seat, her actions serving as her response: she would not go.
He said nothing more, but his gaze lingered on her.
Her hasty dressing had left her buttons misaligned, revealing her figure in a disheveled yet tantalizing
way.
His breath grew labored, a frown creasing his brow, as he abruptly slammed the car door shut.
Zoey assumed she had angered him and sat in silence.
Once the driver and he had departed, calm returned to the car's interior.
She exhaled in relief, the car's ambience still tinged with the scent of their encounter. As Zoey reached
for the door, footsteps and voices approached.
"Right here, for real? He'd get frisky in the car?"
"Absolutely. I saw the car rocking earlier. He's definitely got a woman hidden in there."
"But this is a family gathering. There were elders around earlier. He wouldn't do that. And when have
you ever seen him with a woman before?"
"Miss, I'm not lying. The car was shaking for an hour. If there's no woman by his side now, it means
she's still in the car."
The group drew closer to the vehicle.novelbin
Zoey's heart skipped a beat, instinctively searching for a place to hide.