He finished a cigarette, put it out, and came to the bed, lifting the covers to lie down.
But he had just lain down when the person beside him turned over, lifted a leg, and placed it on his leg. At the same time, her hand fell to his waist, holding him.
Her face buried in his chest, even rubbing slightly, trying to find a comfortable position.
However, she seemed to smell something she didn’t like, sniffing like a little puppy.
Poe Vaughn looked down at the person in his arms. She wasn’t awake, just subconsciously sniffing, smelling.
It seemed she smelled the smoke, which she disliked, her brows furrowing.
But she seemed too sleepy to care anymore, continuing to snuggle in his arms, finding a comfortable position and falling asleep.
Poe Vaughn lay there, watching the sleeping face in his arms, the shadows cast by those thick eyelashes exuding cuteness, like a little kitten.
He slightly moved his arm, resting it on her waist, pulling her into his embrace and closing his eyes. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs NovelHub(.)net
Ava Sterling slept until the sun rose, ascending the sky, the sunshine shining down on earth.
"Hmm, continue pushing forward."
"End the cooperation."
Faintly, there were always voices falling into her ears, not loud but little by little pulling Ava Sterling from her sleep.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes.
What met her eyes was dim lighting, dark-colored curtains, and it was clear this was not the hotel she had stayed in before.
Of course, that wasn’t important. What was important was that she couldn’t tell where she was, who she was; her mind was completely blank.
Ava Sterling looked at the dark curtains, her eyes moved, and she turned her body over.
Suddenly, many memories appeared in her mind.
She seemed to have... with that person... done that...
In an instant, Ava Sterling froze, her face flushed and pale alternating, completely unresponsive.
The first time, she could say she was forced, had no choice, lost control of herself, but what about last night?
She wasn’t drugged, nor was she drunk to the point of not knowing anything; she was sober. How could she have ended up rolling in bed with that person ???
All she saw were last night’s scenes, in the swimming pool, on the bed, in the bathroom, even at the floor-to-ceiling windows...
Ava Sterling’s face was blushing with all colors imaginable.
She couldn’t imagine she had no resistance against that person, not even the slightest refusal...
In the dressing room, Poe Vaughn, holding a phone, listened to the voice inside while standing in front of the dressing mirror buttoning his shirt.
"President Vaughn, when does the meeting start?"
The call ended, Poe Vaughn buttoned his cuffs, took his watch and put it on, then donned his suit jacket and adjusted his sleeves.
His actions were neither hurried nor slow, looking extremely noble, extremely elegant.
After finishing, he checked the time, eight twenty-one.
His eyes slightly moved, he took his phone and exited the dressing room.
Ava Sterling’s mind was still flooded with last night’s scenes, constantly replaying uncontrollably, and as these scenes kept appearing, her cheeks turned increasingly red.
When she heard the steady footsteps walking out, her heart tightened, and she immediately closed her eyes.
Poe Vaughn walked out, his gaze falling on the person on the bed.
Eyes tightly shut, brows tightly furrowed, even tightly gripping the covers, as conflicted as could be.
He looked at the lips pressed into a thin line, her flushed cheeks, like a morning rose with dewdrops, at its most vibrant.
He stopped his steps.