Chapter 25


    Chapter 25


    Megan’s head was buzzing with the effects of too much wine–she wasn’t out cold but definitely riding


    the buzz.


    Sullivan guided her to the parking lot, opening the passenger door with one hand and gesturing for her


    to climb in


    Megan wasn’t having it. Though tipsy, she wasn’t beyond sense


    Leaning against the car she tilted her head back, lips parting in a sultry, raspy voice, “Sullivan, I don’t


    want to go home with you! We’re getting a divorce?”


    From his taller vantage point, Sullivan’s gaze was fixed on her, taking in her intoxicated allure


    He’d never seen Megan quite like this


    d in a champagne silk blouse and a mermaid skirt, what should’ve been a picture of elegance was


    now exuding pure femininity. Every curve of her body seemed to be calling out for a touch, for


    possession.


    Sullivan leaned in close, teeth clenched. “Look at yourself now. Where’s that respectabledylike


    demeanor gone?”


    Megan lifted her gaze to meet his. There was a moment of rity in her eyes before they clouded over


    again.


    Sullivan stopped trying to reason with her and pushed her into the car, his movements tinged with


    roughness. Megan fussed about getting out, her body slumped against the seat, mumbling words


    Sullivan didn’t care to hear.


    He was irked.


    Locking the doors, he was just about to fasten her seat belt when he caught sight of the car opposite


    them… and the person sitting


    Inside


    Begonia


    The headlights of their cars cast a glow as the two men inside assessed each other.


    Begonia’s gaze was as dark as a night steeped in ink. So was Sullivan’s


    After a moment, Sullivan leaned over to buckle Megan in. She, half–asleep and groggy, shifted


    ufortably and kept on muttering. “I’m not going with you”


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    Sullivan gently caressed her soft cheek, his voice hoarse. “If not with me, then who?”


    Without waiting for her reply, he straightened up and faced Begonia with an emotionless stare


    Then,


    1, under Begonia’s watchful eyes, Sullivan drove away with Megan.


    The luxury cars passed each other, Begonia’s grip on the steering wheel tightening slightly while


    Sullivan let out a cold chuckle.


    The night deepened as the lights dimmed.


    Sullivan’s car eased into the driveway of his mansion. The household staff, hearing the arrival, promptly


    came out to open the car door, asking gently. “Sir, would you like supper?”


    Then she noticed Megan and eximed, “Madam is back!”


    Sullivan unfastened his seat belt and spoke in a detached tone. “Prepare some hangover soup and


    bring it upstairs shortly. Madam had a bit too much to drink.”


    The maid nodded and hurried off.


    Sullivan turned to his wife in the passenger seat


    Megan had fallen asleep, her delicate neck tensed, her soft body trembling slightly in the air–just the


    sight was enough to stir a man. Sullivan was no saint. It had been way too long since hisst bedroom


    activity.


    He leaned over, taking her in his arms, his eyes fixated on her face, watching her expressions as he


    gently yed with her. Women have desires, too, especially a drunk Megan.


    As Sullivan touched her, she couldn’t help but moan softly, her murmurs repeating his name


    unconsciously, “Sullivan. Sullivan… With a click, Sullivan unbuckled her seat belt. He stepped out,


    carrying Megan bridal style, and strode towards the mansion. The motion made her head spin, and she


    instinctively clung to Sullivan’s neck, sighing into his neck, “Sullivan, slow down… slow down…”


    Even her plea for him to walk slower soundedden with innuendo.


    Unable to resist, Sullivan leaned down to kiss her, their lips entwined, tasting of red wine and passion,


    as their desire ignited.


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    In the master bedroom, under the brilliant chandelier, clothesy scattered haphazardly on the floor, his


    shirt and belt, her skirt and stockings piled together shamelessly, inciting a blush to anyone who would


    see.


    The maid had prepared the hangover soup, intending to deliver it


    But peening through the crack in the door, she caught a glimpse of the intimate scene on thevish bed


    and quickly retreated.


    Sullivan was impatient, putting on a rubber even before his clothes were fully removed.