"Wait a minute!" Selena had bent over to pick up the proposal scattered on the floor, but Pierre grabbed her wrist and pulled her up. Subsequently, he pinned her to the table. "You flung the proposal at my face, yet you're going to brush it off with a mere apology?"

Selena felt as though her waist was about to snap. "So, what do you want?"

"To kiss you."

"Don't go overboard!"

"There's no such word as going overboard in my vocabulary."

Selena glared at the man in front of her. How I wish to just shoot him!

her waist ache like hell. Abruptly leaning down, Pierre captured her lips. Her lips are just so soft like flower petals, even seemingly tinged with bursts of fragrance. Ah, they just make

waist. When hot breaths slapped her and he started

clothes the previous time, so why are you feigning chastity now?" Pierre's kiss became increasingly

"No!" Selena struggled wildly.

restrained her hands and

"Stop, Pierre Fowler,

fear? This is my territory!" As Pierre spoke,

falling into the abyss in his eyes. Am I truly going to be devoured by the

knock on the door. "I'm here with the coffee you requested, President

it! She just had to bring it at this time when she could've done so earlier or later! This was Fowler Corporation and not Empire Group,

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