Jolie clenched the hem of her dress, her gaze fixed on the man before her.
In the dim lighting, his sharp, handsome features seemed even more intimidating. He had an air of absolute control, effortlessly seeing through her every thought. Even with no expression on his face, it felt like he was silently mocking her for overestimating herself. Taking a deep breath, she asked, "Will one time be enough?"
Gavin's eyes were calm and unreadable as he replied evenly, "If it hadn't been for me that night, you would've been utterly humiliated in the Cooper estate. The Quin family's reputation would've been ruined."
Jolie's composure shattered. She frowned and glared at him, her tone laced with annoyance. "So, Mr. Cooper, are you just taking advantage of the situation?"
Still calm, Gavin said, "You're the one who offered to repay me."
That one sentence rendered her speechless.
With a sigh of defeat, she slumped onto the sofa, refusing to look at him. "Fine. Just tell me what will it take to settle this?"
"Ten times."
The man beside her uttered the words without a hint of hesitation.
Jolie snapped her head toward him, her expression one of utter disbelief.
"You..."
She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her pale face flushed pink, a mix of anger and embarrassment.
Gavin watched her, his gaze flickering with faint amusement at her indignation, which she clearly had no way to vent.
""Well? You don't want to?"
Jolie gritted her teeth. "Five times."
"Ten," Gavin replied without missing a beat. "I don't negotiate."
Jolie's fists clenched tightly. She regretted ever getting involved with such a shameless man.
If she'd known it would come to this, she would never have asked for his help. Letting that spoiled brat have his way back then would've been far better than her current predicament.
The more Jolie tried to avoid entanglements with him, the deeper she found herself caught in his web.
"Fine," she said after a deep breath, agreeing in one decisive word.
Then, she added, "After ten times, we're done. Can you guarantee that, Mr. Cooper?"
"No problem," Gavin replied with a nod, agreeing without hesitation.
Jolie stood, ready to leave. "It's getting late. I'll head back now. Goodnight, Mr. Cooper."
With that, she turned and started toward the door.
"I want a woman tonight."
His voice came from behind her, low and steady.
Jolie froze mid-step, her entire body enveloped in a wave of intense shame. She bit her lip, her face heating.
He didn't need to elaborate. She understood his meaning.
Tonight would be their first time.
The room fell silent, so still that she could hear the faint rhythm of their breathing.
Gavin, like a skilled predator, showed no hurry.
Instead, he moved to the liquor cabinet, opened the glass door, and took out a bottle of expensive wine.
With unhurried precision, he poured
the wine into a glass, the amber liquid swirling as it caught the light,
reflecting an alluring kaleidoscope of colors.
Lifting the glass, he took a sip, savoring the taste.
A faint smile played on his lips as if he were pleased with the flavor.
Footsteps echoed behind him-hurried, agitated, yet tinged with the resignation of someone submitting to a fate they couldn't escape.
The next moment, soft hands
cradled his face as she leaned in, her delicate fragrance brushing against him, her lips replaceing his in a hesitant, clumsy kiss.
Her eyes were squeezed shut, her expression one of grim determination, as though she were facing some dire, unavoidable ordeal.
Gavin watched her calmly, making no move to respond, letting her fumble through the kiss.
Her movements were rushed and haphazard, desperate to get it over with as quickly as possible.
Yet no matter how hard she tried, he remained still, offering no reaction. Compared to that night a month. ago, this was nothing-far from the wild, untamed passion of before.
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