Babel Novel
Chapter 143
Chapter 143
Megan returned to the villa
The moment her white Maserati pulled to a stop, the door was promptly opened by the attentive maid, who seemed quite delighted as she said. “Mrs. Lowry, there’s been a delivery at the house. Quite a collection of exquisite items.”
She added with a hint of mystery, “I believe they’re from Mr. Lowry.”
The maid’s simple joy for Megan was palpable, she thought Megan had finally made it. But how could she know the sheer brutality of this mamane lor Megan, and her utter innocence?
Megan did not blame the maid, merely offering a faint smile in response.
Ascending to the second floor, she pushed open the door to the master bedroom.
The living area was piled high with elegantly wrapped boxes from high–end brands. Luxury garments, rare jewels, the sort of stilettos every woman covets… even a haute couture dress from the recent Paris runway that Sullivan had managed to acquire.
A display of pure opulence, a grand gesture.
Sullivan entered quietly, wrapping his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder and asking gently. “Do you like them?”
Megan didn’t reply.
She gently opened one of the boxes to discover a pair of satin heels studded with rhinestones, truly beautiful. Sullivan indeed had impeccable taste.
A faint smile played on Megan’s lips. “What woman wouldn’t like these things? Sullivan, is this your way of making amends?”
Her words said one thing, but her tone suggested indifference.
How could Sullivan not hear it?
He turned Megan around, lifting her onto the arm of the sofa, stepping forward to trap her in a rather salacious position.
The fine material of his tailored trousers, a thin layer of fabric away, brushed against her lightly.
Naturally, she felt it.
Megan’s eyes softened slightly, and as Sullivan leaned in to kiss her, his voice was laced with a seductive huskiness, “Megan, we’ve had our moments of joy, haven’t we?”
“You mean having sex?”
Megan leaned back, her long slender fingers thoughtfully straightening his shirt collar. “Sullivan, we’re all adults here. First, there’s attraction, then the feeling follows… who the other person is, whether there’s love or not, it doesn’t really matter that much! Look, you’ve hated me for three years, and it hasn’t interfered with sex, has it?”
Sullivan’s gaze
aze darkened. He stared at her and said, “Are you saying you could be just as enthusiastic with another man?”
Megan’s response was soft, “First, there has to be attraction!”
Sullivan captured her lips, invading her mouth with fervor, silencing any further unpleasantries… All that talk about attraction and feeling, it was all nonsense! She could only belong to him.
As he caressed her, Sullivan grew more aroused
Megan really didn’t want to heat things up with him and pushed him away, stating bluntly, Tim not in the mood!”
Just as Sullivan was about to speak, the voice of a servant came from the doorway, tentative, “Sir, Ms. Baldwin insists on seeing you!” Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.
Sullivan frowned. He remembered ordering that Cressida should not be allowed in. How had she gotten through?
But after a moment’s consideration, he said, /Let her wait in the parlor!”
After instructing the servant, he looked at Megan.
She was still seated on the arm of the sofa, toying with the heels, her expression mocking, as if amused by his predicament
That little expression was oddly stimulating to Sullivan. He wanted to conquer her.
His forehead against hers, his voice dangerously soft, “I really want to… well, fuck you to death”
Megan lifted her graceful head, her laugh cold, “Killing me would be less trouble than a divorce. Why bear the guilt of a life?”
Sullivan wasn’t angry. He pressed his lips against hers, whispering. “A metaphorical death, in bed.”
With that, his gaze deepened even further.