Chapter 9 Can I Have a Taste?
Chapter 9 Can I Have a Taste?
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You’re a manipulative, scheming woman. So what if you’re Sunny? I must’ve been blind to think you were kind and pure!”
Jensen’s voice had barely fallen when Sharon suddenly collapsed–whether from rage or theatrics, no one could tell.
“Sharon!”
Panic hit Jensen like a bolt. He rushed to her side, scooped her into his arms, and bolted for the exit.
“Call an ambulance!” he shouted as he passed.
As he brushed past Natalie, he hissed, “If anything happens to her, I’ll make your life a living hell.”
Natalie stumbled, her balance lost–until a hand caught her from behind, steadying her.
She stared at Jensen’s retreating figure, panic driving every step.
Five years ago, he’d run like this too–carrying her out of the Summers family estate.
Back then, that figure had seemed impossibly tall, a hero giving her a reason to live.
But now, that same figure was cradling someone else.
She thought of the hidden photo frame in the living room. For five years, she’d consoled herself–even if she was Jensen’s second choice, they still had real feelings.
But now she knew–she’d been lying to herself all along.
Sharon was his real crush.
And it was time for her to step off the stage.
Natalie steadied herself, but the emotions in her eyes hadn’t faded.
That was when a warm, sandalwood–scented suit jacket fell across her shoulders.
I once owed Witch Doctor a favor. He asked me to help you today, so I did. Now that it’s over… what are you planning to do? Do you have anywhere to go? I could-”
The man didn’t finish.
Natalie suddenly spun around, grabbed his tie, and yanked him close.
His features were as handsome as Jensen’s, if not more. That mole beneath his eye had a strangely intoxicating pull.
For five years, she’d given her entire heart to Jensen. Now that it had been shattered–even though she’d reclaimed what was hers–there was no joy. Only an unbearable pressure that threatened to break her.
She needed to let it out. “Sleep with me?”
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The words were soft and fragrant–but they stunned the man.
“What did you say?”
He thought he’d misheard.
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This was the Natalie who had only ever had eyes for Jensen. How could she say something like that?
But she just gave a bitter smile.
“What? You don’t like women with scars? Forget it. I’ll find someone else.”
She let go of his tie and turned to walk away–but before she could take a step, he scooped her up in his
arms.
“Don’t regret this later.”
His voice was low, thick with desire, as he strode toward the exit.
They left the launch and headed straight for the hotel next door.
No one stopped them. He carried her straight to the presidential suite on the top floor.
With a single kick, he pushed the door open, then slammed it shut behind them.
He pressed her against the gilded doorframe, his cool fingers resting against the side of her neck.
“You still have time to back out.”
His voice was hoarse, his restraint slipping.
Natalie stood on tiptoe, lips brushing his throat before her teeth lightly grazed his Adam’s apple.
His body tensed.
He pinned her wrist to the wall with one hand, his cufflink scraping over the red marks still lingering from Jensen’s earlier grip.
“You’re out of chances now, Natalie.”
He leaned down. The moment his lips took her earlobe, her body tensed, a soft gasp slipping out.
It was like champagne fizzing–like the blood–sweet taste when she’d bit his tongue moments later.
She tore at his tie like she wanted to rip out his throat, but when the third button of his shirt popped off. revealing a cross–shaped scar just like hers, her eyes widened.
“You-”
“Focus, woman.”
He kissed her before she could speak again.
Clothes flew. His thumb traced the cracked corner of her lip, leaving a bloody fingerprint on the curve of/4
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His voice was rouch satisfed. The flush on his face hadn’t faded.
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Jensen had never smoked. She used to like that clean scent on him. But now, all she could smell was
Sharon’s perfume on him. It made her crave something different
The man In his cigarette with a dick. The smoke corded through the room, blending with the afterglowr between them. The air was thick with beat and quiet cession
Natale watched his side profile as be smoked.
He was hot and strong
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You’re not carious who I am?
The smoke swirled softly around her Natalie frowned and gently pushed him away.
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It was a camar–tumor thaing. She wasn’t about to tangle herself in another messy relationshipa
fin a firw days, she’d be goor from Haicheng. Nothing here would matter anymore.
He didn’t seem to mind her coldness
“You really are the wwe in and toss it type, huh? All that effort I put in, wasted”
You enjoyed it too, dain’t you?
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She shut the bathroom door, sealing him out.
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Water poured over her head. Her body ached from the release, and her heart felt just as hollow.
Outside, the man had been about to follow her in when his phone rang.
He checked the screen, slung a towel around his waist, and stepped onto the balcony.
The sun lit up the serpent tattoo curling over his shoulder. It looked alive.
“Speak.”
Gone was the lazy charm. His voice now held a deadly edge.
“Mr. Baron, the footage involving Ms. Summers has been officially archived by the police. But they’ll need her to file a report in person to move forward.”
Baron narrowed his eyes.
“Let her decide.”
“Yes, sir.”
The caller hesitated, then asked, “Mr. Baron… should Ms. Summers be told about your other identity–as the Witch Doctor?”
