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“Kingsley, you…”
Her heart was racing so fast it felt like it might burst. There was excitement, but also nervousness flicker of hesitation mixed with the thrill.
AQUMS
Last time, everything had been hazy, a blur between consciousness and unconsciousness. However, this time was different.
This time, she was fully aware of every touch, every caress-every place his hands lingered. And every single one sent shivers down her spine.
Kingsley chuckled, his voice laced with amusement. “I seem to remember someone sending me a lot of late-night texts, trying to tempt me.”
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin. “Well, Fran… since you wanted it so badly, I think it’s time I grant your wish.”
Francesca barely clung to her last shred of sanity. She struggled slightly, her voice soft and pleading. “Kingsley, wait-I-I’m not ready. Not yet.”
Kingsley’s eyes darkened with heat as he took in her flushed cheeks and her trembling body.
He smirked. “That’s okay. I’m ready, and that’s all that matters.”
Francesca gasped and quickly pressed a hand over his lips. Her eyes were wide, filled with desperation.
“Kingsley, please listen to me first,” she whispered, barely able to meet his gaze.
Kingsley arched a brow. “And what exactly do you have to say?”
Francesca bit her lip, hesitating. Her voice was almost too soft to hear just… Just think we should move to the bedroom. The car is too O cramped.”
Kingsley paused for a moment, surprised that she was not ready-not because of hesitation, but because of the location.
With a light chuckle, he gave Francesca’s soft bottom a playful pat. “Don’t move. We’ll be home soon.”
He shifted gears, released the brakes, and stepped on the gas. The G-Wagon roared to life, speeding toward the Moonlit Sanctuary estate at the top of the hill.
Francesca’s lips curled into a satisfied yet bashful smile. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she leaned forward and bit Kingsley’s chest playfully. “You big pervert! You jerk!”
However, deep down, she was already scheming. ‘Lauren, you better not blame me for this. You’re the one who told me to take good care of Kingsley first. Hehe… once your little purity mark is out of the way, the two of us will make sure Kingsley completely surrenders!’
And so, that night, the master bedroom of Moonlit Sanctuary’s hilltop estate was anything but quiet.
Francesca, at first nervous, soon found herself completely immersed-until eventually, she was left begging for mercy, tears welling in her eyes.
The next morning, glistening dewdrops clung to the trees outside the window. Judging by the drenched branches, the storm had raged all night, only subsiding at dawn.
Inside, the scene was no different-only here, the storm had been far more intense. The air still carried the lingering warmth of last night’s passion. Clothes were scattered across the floor, evidence of the battle that had taken place.
Francesca slowly opened her sleepy, exhausted eyes. The soreness in her limbs made it almost impossible to move. She turned to the mirror, her face flushing as she examined herself.
There were marks-on her front, on her back-deep red traces of last night’s relentless conquest.
Each mark, each little “souvenir,” was proof of how thoroughly she had been broken down-only to be pieced back together again.
“That bastard… he didn’t leave a single spot untouched!” Francesca bit her lip and let out a soft, frustrated hum.
Yet, there was no anger in her expression-only the sweet, lingering warmth of satisfaction. She glanced toward the other side of the bed, only to find it empty.
From the kitchen, the soft clatter of dishes and the faint aroma of food filled the air.
Curious, Francesca tiptoed toward the door and peeked inside.
There stood Kingsley, dressed in comfortable loungewear, flipping eggs in a pan. Next to him, a freshly cooked steak and a bowl of hot soup sat ready on the counter.
Kingsley turned his head, catching her spying. He smirked. “You’re awake? Come eat first, then freshen up. I’ll take you to the hospital after.”
Francesca’s heart gave an unexpected thump. She blushed. “Oh, um… thanks for making breakfast, Kingsley. That’s really sweet of you.”
Kingsley’s smirk deepened. “Oh, I’m not the one who should be tired-you’re the one who spent the whole night begging for mercy.”
Francesca’s face turned completely red. Her sharp little teeth flashed as she glared at him. With a huff, she turned on her heel and darted back to the bedroom to get dressed.
“Jerk! Shameless pervert! You’re not gentle at all!” she muttered under her breath.
However, as she reached for her clothes, her body wobbled slightly. Her legs were sore, and just thinking about the waves of overwhelming sensation from last night made her nearly lose her balance.
She pulled her dress over her head, only to wince as a sharp ache shot through her thighs.
Francesca grumbled, “Damn it, Kingsley! If I can’t even walk properly today, I’m so making you pay for this!”
Just then, her phone rang-Lauren was calling.
Lauren’s teasing voice came through the video call. “Fran, are you at Dr. Baldwin’s place right now?”
Francesca’s cheeks instantly flushed red. She hesitated for a second before mumbling a quiet “Mm-hmm.”
Lauren gasped dramatically before covering her mouth with a giggle. “Oh, so that means… Fran, you got the full Dr. Baldwin treatment last night?”
Francesca gritted her teeth. “Lauren, you better not laugh at me! Do you even know how close I was to being ruined last night? I can barely walk!”
Lauren blinked, looking both impressed and mildly horrified. “Wait… you mean Dr. Baldwin is that intense?”
Francesca huffed. “You’ll find out soon enough. When it’s your turn, let’s see if you can handle it!”
Lauren snickered. “Oh no, no, no-I hate pain. I’ll let Dr. Baldwin go wild with you first, and then I’ll swoop in once he’s all tired out. That way, I can dodge the first wave of his attacks!”
Francesca narrowed her eyes and smirked. “Nice try. Next time, you go first-I’ll sit back and enjoy the aftermath. One way or another, you will experience what this guy is capable of. No way am I suffering alone!”
Lauren chuckled. “Alright, alright. I just called because I tried reaching Dr. Baldwin, but he didn’t pick up. I figured I’d call you instead, but I did not expect you two to be at war all night. Fran, you poor thing-go get some rest!”
Francesca, still blushing furiously, rushed to wrap up the call. “Fine, I’m hanging up now. Kingsley’s making breakfast-his phone’s probably still in the bedroom.”
Just as Francesca put her phone down, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her from behind.
Kingsley’s deep voice murmured against her ear, his breath warm against her skin. “Fran, breakfast is getting cold. If you don’t want to eat, we could just go for another round instead…”
Francesca shivered, her entire body tensing. Without a second thought, she bolted straight for the dining table-completely ignoring the soreness in her legs.
“I’m starving! Let’s eat first! You know, breakfast is really important!”
The panic in her voice was almost comical-like she was fleeing from an impending disaster.
Kingsley chuckled to himself. He had been extra intense last night on purpose.
This way, the little troublemaker would finally learn her lesson-teasing and provoking him always came with consequences. If she thought she could just flirt and get away with it, she was dead wrong.
Francesca carefully made her way through breakfast, moving gingerly like a fragile little kitten. The moment she finished, she grabbed her bag and made a break for the door.
Kingsley raised an eyebrow. “Where are you running off to? Don’t you want me to drive you?”
Francesca glanced over her shoulder, her face filled with barely contained frustration. She gritted her teeth. “Kingsley, you jerk! “I don’t need a ride! I’ll just call a cab-I know you have a ton of things to do!”
Kingsley smirked. “Alright. So, what time should I expect you back tonight? I’ll make sure to be ready for you.”
Francesca stumbled mid-step, barely catching herself. She turned back, looking absolutely mortified.
“Who said I’m coming back? Dream on, Kingsley! I’m never setting foot in your place again!”
Kingsley just chuckled. He did not take those words seriously at all.
If she actually stopped coming to him, well that was not a problem. After all, they lived in the same neighborhood-if she did not come to him, he would simply go to her.
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Kingsley packed up and drove to Rhodes Corporation. Right at the entrance, he ran into Marcus, who had just stepped out of his car.
The moment Marcus saw Kingsley, he gave him a once-over, grinning from ear to ear. He chirped, “Mr. Baldwin, you’re looking great-full of energy and in high spirits!”
Kingsley raised a brow in surprise. “Mr. Chapman, how exactly can you tell I’m feeling good?”
Marcus smirked knowingly. “Mr. Baldwin, let’s not play dumb. We’re both men. That kind of glow? It’s obvious you had a very… satisfying night.”
Kingsley was even more surprised. Could Marcus really tell something like that just by looking at him?
Then, it clicked. This department head at Rhodes Corporation might appear serious on the surface, but he was a regular at certain high-end clubs. That explained a lot.
Lowering his voice, Marcus chuckled. “Every time I spend the night at a club, I see plenty of like-minded gentlemen walking out in the morning with the exact same look as you.
“It’s the kind of vigor a man has after a good workout-strength unleashed, energy restored! And it’s no different with women-they’ll have a certain type of allure after!”
Kingsley cleared his throat and laughed. “Didn’t expect you to be such an expert in this field, Mr. Chapman.”
Marcus glanced around to make sure no one else was listening before chuckling. “Mr. Baldwin, there’s nothing to be shy about. We’re men-it’s natural to enjoy the company of beautiful women.
“Take me, for example. I love spending nights at clubs, but that doesn’t mean I neglect my work. It doesn’t mean I fail to be a good father to my sweet daughter. On the contrary, a competent man balances everything flawlessly!”
Kingsley frowned slightly. “How do you manage your time, then? If you’re at the club, what about Lucy? How do you take care of her?”
Marcus patted Kingsley’s shoulder, giving him a look of seasoned wisdom. “Mr. Baldwin, you’ve got a long way to go in this department. Don’t you know? Every successful man is a master of time management!”
With that, he walked into the building ahead of Kingsley, looking every bit like a seasoned pro, while Kingsley stood there, watching him leave, utterly speechless. He could not help but think Marcus really knew how to brag.
“Dr. Baldwin, good morning!”
Lauren arrived just then, her heels clicking confidently against the pavement.
Kingsley smiled. “Morning! I brought you breakfast. Let’s eat together.”
Lauren raised a brow. “Didn’t you already eat? Why do you want to have breakfast again?”
Kingsley kept a straight face. “I didn’t eat. I got this just for you, so we could eat together.”
Lauren gave him a knowing smile and took slow steps toward him. Her long legs, wrapped in sheer black stockings, moved with effortless grace as her heels tapped out a hypnotic rhythm.
Then, leaning in slightly, she smirked. “Liar. I was on the phone with Fran this morning.” She told me you made her breakfast, didn’t you?”
Kingsley froze, feeling a sudden headache coming on. “Uh… did I? I don’t really remember.”
Lauren let out a soft hum, laughing playfully. “Not only do I know you already had breakfast, but I also know you wore poor Fran out last night. This morning, the first thing she did was complain about how you nearly broke her.”
Even with Kingsley’s thick skin, he could not help feeling a little embarrassed. Raising his hands in surrender, he sighed. “Alright, fine. I did eat. But as for nearly breaking Francesca, I think that’s an exaggeration!”
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