Chapter 9
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Reid strolled into the room, casually holding one end of his tie with his long fingers and swinging it back and forth. He tilted his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he loosened the tie, letting it dangle loosely around his neck.
His eyes narrowed just a bit, giving off a laid–back vibe that was both irresistible and a little dangerous. He looked like a charming troublemaker stepping out of the shadows.
Yvonne stood on the stairs in her cotton pajamas, tilting her head to look down at him. Reid glanced up, locking eyes with her. There was a hint of daze in his gaze, mixed with something intense.
For a moment, he felt a strange sensation, like he was coming home to a wife waiting under the light. He curled his lips into a quiet, cheeky smile, glad that Steven, that clueless guy, had no idea what he was giving up.
Reid just stood there, watching her with a playful smirk. “Come down,” he said, his voice tinged with a hint of longing that was hard to resist.
Yvonne frowned, “You come up.”
Reid began walking toward the stairs with long, purposeful strides. His steps were a little unsteady, but each one was filled with determination. When he reached Yvonne, the smell of alcohol was stronger on him.
You’ve been drinking,” Yvonne said, turning her face away slightly, her tone calm.
Reid gently took her chin, turning her face back to him. His touch was tender but firm. “Yeah, just a little,” he said, his eyes fixed on hers, like he was trying to see right through her.
Yvonne tried to pull away, but he held her hand more firmly. “Let go,” she said, her voice tinged with irritation.
Reid didn’t budge. He leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “I’ll never let go. You’re mine.”
His breath warmed her neck, sending a shiver through her. “I won’t be yours,” Yvonne shot back.
Reid smiled, his voice low and soft. “Then I’ll be yours, heart and soul.” With that, he bent down, scooped her up by the knees, and carried her into the bedroom.
He laid her on the bed, propping himself up on his arms on either side of her. “Fourteen,” he said, slowly stating a number..
Yvonne tried to push hirn away. “Reid, even if I divorce him, it won’t be because of you.”
“Hmm, I get it. If you don’t divorce him soon, I might think he’s bewitched you.”
“Mr. Simmons, aren’t you worried I might cling to you if you keep this up?
Reid raised an eyebrow. “I’d welcome that.” Then he slowly moved down to find her lips.
Yvonne turned her head, and his lips landed near her ear instead. Reid just nibbled gently on her earlobe. Yvonne shivered, letting out a soft gasp that sounded almost seductive.
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Reid chuckled, his laughter full of joy and satisfaction. “Yvonne, don’t deny what your body feels. Last night… you were definitely enjoying it, too.” The pull of wine and moonlight was irresistible. Yvonne’s breathing slowed, and she started to unwind, letting herself go. She closed her eyes and drifted into a sea of passion, her mind getting fuzzy.
Reid bent his head and gently kissed Yvonne’s forehead. The soft touch made her shiver a bit, and a mix of emotions surged in her heart.
She instinctively wanted to push him away, but her hands had a mind of their own, moving up his strong chest to his neck and hooking slightly as they kissed deeply. The room’s lights slowly dimmed, hiding the intimate scene.
Steven got home around noon, wearing a sharp suit with every hair perfectly in place, looking very polished and elegant. He was carrying a big bunch of fresh, vibrant roses.
