He Got Me Pregnant

Chapter 17: Seduction 1.2

“I have nothing to suggest.” I said after the man in front finished talking.

Well, everything he presented were all good and in proper order. From the schedule and such.

“I just want to ask if that bathtub scene I have will be all naked or not.” I am asking about that scene I

have read earlier when I was bathing.

“That's not fucking possible.” Daryl said.

Our attention was caught because of his loud voice. I almost laugh my ass out here.

“Why not?” I teased.

He glared at me. I lean on the conference table making my cleavage very visible, especially that he's

just in front of me.

I licked my lower lip while looking at him and down there, I smirked.

“Stop. Meeting adjourned.” He said, not even answering my question.

Hmmp. I wonder why he look so disturbed and why is he even sweating in such a cold centralized AC

room like this?

Kind of weird, right?

Since he already adjourned the meeting, I stood up and ready myself to exit.

“Except you, Miss Castillo.” He said.

I raised an eyebrow and bit the corner of my lips. Okay, I'm a good girl.

I went back sitting, Cindy Horbit stayed beside him for a while.

“I want to talk with Miss Castillo alone, Cindy.” Daryl sounded annoyed.

Ohh, he's not sweet with his own wife? How long are they even married? 5 years?

“I wanted to hear everything.” Cindy said.

I acted busy with the surrounding, when the truth is, my ears were all on them.

“Now.” Daryl commanded. His voice even changed, even me got scared a bit.

But why is he treating his wife like that? He's being mean.

Cindy get out of the room; she even closed the door harshly leaving me and Daryl in the conference

alone.

“What are we going to talk about?” I said seriously.

My mood of flirting with him suddenly vanished.

“Why are you seducing me?” he asked. NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

I let out a soft chuckle. “I am not.” I said defensively.

Well, I was flirting with him but I didn't seduce him. There's difference.

“Stop doing that in front of another people.” He said annoyed.

I raised an eyebrow. “But in front of you?”

He did not answer and just looked at me. He's staring at me intently, and his breathing is now fast.

“Is this how you flirt with your boys?” He asked. Not really asking but it seems like he's accusing me.

“I don't have to put effort flirting.” I said as a matter of fact.

In the last years, it's true that there are lots of men who are after me. Courting me. I never revealed

about my children not because I am ashamed that I have them, but I want to protect them from the

paparazzo. And for as long as I can, I wanted to hide them away from their father.

He stood up and walk towards me. The table is round that's why he has to turn to get to me.

“Ohh. You're implying that they just fall under your spell, and play them on your fingers?” He said.

He's closer now, I face him bravely.

When he reached my chair, I raise my head and face him.

He's towering over me especially that I was sitting and he's standing.

“Yes.” I said bravely.

He put his hands in both sides of the armrest and lean on me. Our face were only inches from each

other.

“You..are not allowed to bewitch anyone again.” He whispered.

I refrain from resting my back on the backrest and forwarded so our nose will touch.

“And so?” I teased.

His breathing is now heavy. His smell is all the same. I really really tried to hide the fast beating of my

heart.

“Damn you, Neysha.” He whispered.

After that, he claimed my lips. He kissed me so deep that pushed me back on resting again. The way

he kissed me is full of longing, anger, but I can still feel that he's being gentle so he won't scratch my

lips.

Our kisses create a sensual sound in this silent room. His hands were now on my neck, caressing it.

I don't know what he is implying when both his hands were on the neckline of my dress, he is touching

my breasts but when he pulled my neckline up, I withdraw the kiss.

“What are you doing!” I can't help but mumble.

“I don't like these dresses.” He said while looking into my eyes.

My heart is now beating so abnormal. I hate to admit that I am still that fucked up Neysha years ago.

“Well, I like it.” I said bravely again.

He glared before he leaned and kissed me again.

He kissed me so deep, sucking my lower lip and exploring the depth of my mouth. This is making me

wild.

I answered his kisses playfully. This will be the start Neysha. This will be the start.

While he's busy kissing me, I am pulling down my shirt slowly. Tss. This is not his problem anymore if I

look sexy, I am not his property.

I pushed him away. But he didn't let me go. When I stood up he pushed me to seat on the conference

table. Since I was wearing a skirt, it swerved up, revealing my string panties.

His eyes looked down, and he cursed so loud.

“FUCK!”

Then he kissed me again.

When his kiss went down on my neck, I now concluded how hungry he is for me.

“Damn, I can still remember how beautiful you are.”

He whispered.

“But fuck, you are killing me, how can you look even more beautiful today?” he said breathing heavily.

Instead of rejoicing that I succeeded with what's inside my head earlier.

But my heart felt like it was stabbed on the same scar. Why does hearing it from his mouth is this

painful?

***end of Chapter 17