Chapter 2

Wesley Everett, hailed as a business prodigy, is the most promising heir of the Everett Family.

At just twenty-four, he founded his own company, becoming Harbor City's most sought-after elite.

I gently traced Wesley Everett's features with my hand.

What would it be like for such a proud and noble man to fall under my sway? I am very curious.

Gideon Everett recently went on a business trip to Europe, leaving the family home.

This gave me the perfect opportunity to seduce his son.

That night, I chose a white lace dress. It had a touch of innocence with just the right amount of allure.

I quietly pushed open Wesley Everett's door.

He didn't have the habit of locking his door.

At this hour, he was in the bathroom showering.

I slipped under the dark covers of his bed, which carried his cool scent.

The bed beside me sank a bit; he got on.

I knew Wesley Everett had the habit of sleeping naked.

Sure enough, as soon as he got on the bed, he noticed me pretending to be asleep.

I knew I looked enticing.

With glossy red lips, a face flushed from sleep, and a skirt that had ridden up to my thighs.

The sight of my full, unrestrained curves further stirred the nerves of a man inebriated.

Feeling Wesley Everett's intense gaze.

I deliberately let out a soft murmur and rolled over to embrace him hesitantly lying beside me.

His firm muscles instantly tensed; he was restraining himself.

Am I not tempting enough?

It seems I haven't ignited enough desire.

I deliberately rubbed against him as if in a dream.

Wesley Everett finally couldn't hold back, gripping my chin with intense eyes, "Are you trying to seduce me?"

Suddenly, my lips felt soft as his cold lips pressed against mine.

I pretended to be startled awake, looking at him with innocent and naive eyes, "What are you doing?"

My sweet, gentle voice carried a hint of desire.

The thin strap of my nightgown slipped, exposing my creamy chest, pure yet seductive.

Hearing my voice, Wesley Everett paused.

Then he overwhelmed me with kisses, "Be good, let me kiss you."

His deep, husky voice carried an irresistible passion.

Pinned under him, I struggled frantically, "Brother, you can't do this."

Just then, footsteps suddenly approached the door.

“Click, click, click!”

Mrs. Everett was coming.