Billionaire's Match

Nick's gaze never left Khloe. A faint smile tugged at his lips. "Khloe, I like this gift very much." Khloe had just started to rise when he lightly tugged her wrist. Off balance, she stumbled into his embrace, settling on his lap. His presence enveloped her; his breath brushed the shell of her ear. Instinctively, she drew back her neck, eyes lifting to meet his. In the brief blankness of that moment, her arms wrapped unconsciously around his neck. Nick's gaze lingered on her flushed earlobes.

Leaning closer, he intended to speak near her ear, but she tilted her head, squirming. He hadn't pulled back in time, and his lips brushed lightly across her cheek. Khloe froze, her ears flaming all the way to her cheeks. Nick, equally startled, tightened his hands around her waist, stopping himself from going further. His voice was low, husky. "...Didn't duck in time?" Khloe hadn't even had a chance to react before the sudden contact interrupted her thoughts. Her pupils widened slightly, lashes fluttering repeatedly. "N-Nick..." Nick released her arms but continued to hold her gaze.

heated cheek. "Khloe... you're exceptionally captivating tonight." Lenny, witnessing the scene, quickly averted his eyes and retreated hastily. Who had said his boss was indifferent to women? "I... I'm a little hungry..." Khloe stammered, her mind still reeling, yet her heart raced like a runaway engine at 180 beats per minute. Her breaths came short and shallow. She muttered something incoherent, scrambling back

handle it." Nick swapped his own utensils for hers and, while waiting for the staff, poured her a glass of red wine. To hide her embarrassment, Khloe lifted the glass and downed it in one gulp. "Khloe," Nick began, concerned she was drinking too fast, but she had already finished the glass in a single swallow. By the time she set it down, new utensils had arrived. She cut a small piece of cake and brought it to her lips, but catching Nick's

you.' Suddenly, Nick handed her a black-and-gold card. It was a supplementary card he had arranged for her. Khloe knew it was the highest-tier international black card-by invitation only, with strict asset and identity requirements. The card offered unlimited credit and access to the world's most elite services. Supplementary cards could only be issued to family members, and the annual fee alone