Chapter 22.
Samuel gobbed Kylie by the waist, locking her in his embrace. With his other hand, he took her phone and said in an Indifferent voler laced with danger. “I’ll make
Khe quickly snatched the phone back “I’ll do ”
Late at night, a sleek white supercat pulled up in front of the dazzling, gold–lit entrance of Zouk Lounge, which was an exclusive, top–tier private club.
Having money alone wasn’t enough to get in Members had to pass multiple layers of vetting. How could Kylie have free access to a place like this?
Owen opened the door to a private lounge and was caught off guand when he saw Samuel inside.
“Mr. Vance.” He recovered quickly and giveted Sumiel! lone Turning, to Kylie. “Kyls, do you know Mr. Vance?
“1…”. Kylie had just opened her mouth when an arm wrapped around her, pulling her onto a firm lap. A strong hand pressed against her waist, forling her in place
The sudden crisps
scent of cedarwood mixed with a trace of something uniquely masculine stole her breath, making her heart skip a beat. She instinctively struggled, but it was useless,
The grip around her didn’t budge an inch. She turned in shock, staring at the man beside her.
Samuel exhaled a slow stream of smoke, his lips nearly grazing her cheek. “Aren’t you and Owen supposed to be best friends? And yet, he doesn’t know about us?
Owen stiffened. He noticed Kylie’s tensed nervousness and her subtle resistance. His blood ran hot, and he shot up from the plush leather couch.
“Mr. Vance, Kyls is a shy woman. If she’s uncomfortable, I hope you’ll respect her.”
He stared at Samuel, whose posture was intimately possessive. If not for the complete lack of warmth in his expression, it would’ve been easy to mistake them for a couple deeply in love.
Samuel let out a low chuckde. “I happen to like how she’s shy in public but behind closed doors..”
“Samuel!” Kylie blurted out, panicked. She was terrified he’d say something even worse
Her face tumed red. Thankfully, the dim lighting of the lounge hid her embarrassment,
Samuel raised a brow
She took the chance to wind her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him. She rubbed her head lightly against his shoulder and said in a soft and teasing voice, “I’m a little thirsty. Can you get me some orange juice?”
Samuel lowered his gaze and narrowed his eyes slightly.
She looked up at him, her bright eyes curved into a smile. Her voice was sweet and gentle, with a hint of pleading. The warmth of it brushed against his skin, sending an unfamiliar heat trickling down his spine.
His Adam’s apple bobbed “Fine. Wait here.”
As soon as he left, Owen immediately tumed to her. “Kyls, what the hell is going on? How did you get tangled up with Samuel?”
Everyone knew Samuel was in love with Iris. A woman in love with a man who belonged to someone else–how miserable must that be?
Kylie took a breath, smoothing out her expression before meeting his worried gaze with a smile. “Don’t worry. I’m fine.
“I apologize for not telling you before, but Samuel is my lancé. We’re not officially engaged yet, but it’s happening.”
“What?” Owen looked like he had just been punched. “You’re marrying Samuel? What happened? Tell me. I can help you!”
“There’s nothing wro
wrong,” she said with a touch of shyness. “You’ll probably laugh, but I’ve liked him for years. I know he has feelings for tris, but love isn’t set
“I want to try as long as there’s a chance. And he’s good to me. I wanted orange juice, and he went to get it, didn’t be?“,
“Love isn’t set in stone, but forcing something won’t make it real.”
Owen wanted to say something more, but she cut him off and looked at him with quiet determination. “Owen, I just want your
Her unwavering resolve made him pause,
The night deepened, and she rode back to the villa in Samuel’s Bentley. Neither of them sald a word the entier way.
rblessing”
