Chapter 132 You Start It
“Promise me…” William’s voice, dripping with seductive charm, broke the silence.
Was the promise he wanted about steering clear of other men, or was it to have her right here, right now?
Rence paused, her mind racing. Just ten minutes earlier, he had been cozying up to another woman, even floating the idea of a double wedding.
Anger flared up within her, hot and fierce.
A scumbag once was a scumbag for life. The years hadn’t changed him one bit–he was still a master at
deception.
The day she became his wife, he could’ve been secretly meeting Sylvia, tangled up in her sheets, and lost in her
kisses.
Murderous rage bubbled up inside her, but instead of shoving him away, Renee’s hands shot out, clenching his
collar with a fierce grip.
In a swift, unexpected move, she pulled him close, her lips crashing against his in a heated kiss. Her eyes, fierce and unyielding, locked onto his. This wasn’t just passion–it was almost lethal.
Caught off guard, William responded instinctively. His hand slid under her shirt from the small of her back, creeping upwards until it found the clasp of her bra.
One hook snapped open.
Then the second.
And then the third…
Renee recoiled abruptly, her cheeks flushed with a mix of shock and embarrassment, abruptly breaking their
kiss.
“Someone might see us…” she muttered, her voice laced with apprehension.
William, unfazed, touched his lips where she had bitten him, a sharp twinge reminding him of her intensity. Despite the pain, his eyes sparkled with mischief.
“Perhaps we should seek a more secluded spot?” he suggested, his tone teasing.
Catching his implication, Renee shot him a sharp look, her eyes inadvertently darting to the pronounced outline in his trousers. The words she intended to hurl at him choked off in her surprise.
He caught her fleeting glance and, with a shameless grin, spread his arms wide, inviting her scrutiny without a
hint of embarrassment.
“As you can see, I’m in a bit of a tight spot,” he quipped, his voice smooth as silk.
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Her response was icy, her disdain palpable. “And what about your lovely fiancee? Should I invite her here?” she retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Ignoring her barb, William nonchalantly produced a cigarette, placed it between his lips, and flicked his lighter to life with a practiced motion. He drew in a deep lungful of smoke, and then exhaled a perfect ring, his gaze locked on Renee with an amused twinkle. “Afraid you can’t handle me on your own?”
The words struck Renee silent.
It had only been a few years since they’d last met, but William had transformed into someone utterly brazen.
“Mr. Mitchell, really, a threesome? Perhaps I should call up your childhood sweetheart to join us?” she scoffed, rolling her eyes in disbelief. “I’ve got better things to do, now excuse me.”
With a dismissive wave, she turned to leave. However, he caught her arm, his grip firm.
Her heart skipped a beat, fear prickling at the back of her neck as memories of his previous advances flashed through her mind. She jerked back, putting space between them, her eyes wary and guarded.
William’s expression shifted from playful to solemn, the mischievous twinkle in his eyes replaced by a look of genuine affection.
“Enough with the jokes,” he murmured, his voice low and earnest. “Just stay with me for a while, okay?”
She paused, her response hanging in the air, tinged with incredulity. “We’re in an underground parking lot, William. If you want to linger here, do it on your own. Why drag me into this?”
He sighed, lowering his head slightly, an invitation in his gesture for her to follow his gaze.
Reluctantly, she did, only to find herself staring once more at the pronounced bulge in his trousers–it was even
more noticeable than before.
Her mouth fell open in shock.
What a complete and utter shameless scoundrel!
Seeing her reaction, William gave a rueful smile. “Since you’re not going to help, I guess I’ll just have to wait it out. You’re the one who stirred this up, Nene. Sitting with me is the least you can do.”
