Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

When Natalie Smith opened her eyes, it was already 3 a.m.

A man was lying beside her with his face away from her, appearing to be deeply asleep.

Looking at his bare back, she recalled what happened a few hours ago. Just the thought of how he had taken her five times last night had her cheeks blushing a bright red in embarrassment.How does this guy have so much stamina? Ugh… great, now even walking will hurt.

She moved silently away from the bed while struggling to endure the pain shooting through her. Gritting her teeth, she put her clothes back on and slowly made her way out of the presidential suite, taking all her belongings with her. Just as she exited the room, a figure stepped in front of her and stopped her in her tracks.

“So how did it go? Is the deed done?”

It was her paternal half-sister – Jasmine Smith.

“Yup,” Natalie replied with a nod.

“Are you sure he didn’t see your face?” Jasmine pressed urgently.

After all, the man inside the room was supposed to be the chief judge of the Fashion Contest – Sid Luft, a man in his fifties.

Earlier, he promised Jasmine that she would be the winner of the contest, but on one condition – that she had to sleep with him for one night.

that moment. Thus, she made

she could think about now was her brother, who was still

Handing it to Natalie, she said in faux concern, “I hope your dear brother

it as she kept it. Not wanting to

medical bills, she would never have considered

dark room. She took off her clothes and crawled

that he was still asleep, she gave the man a nudge while deliberately whining

brain was still a little fuzzy from all the alcohol he had imbibed last night. Despite that, he vaguely remembered pinning a woman beneath him. That woman smelled wonderful – almost intoxicating and her skin was incredibly smooth and supple like that of a

responsibility for what

deep timbre of his voice rang out in the silent

that something was amiss, Jasmine bolted upright in

turned over to look at the man beside her. To her surprise, the sight that greeted her was not that

she was utterly stunned at

other than Shane Thompson – J City’s most influential and powerful

I’ll give you anything you want.” While Jasmine was still processing the identity of the man

Greek God of a man. Reaching

number and address are listed

glint brightly as they stared out of a well-defined face. His sharp nose and thick brows complemented his eyes even more, with a gaze that was seemingly capable of drawing a person’s soul out of their body at any moment. Now, he had an indifferent expression while his suit jacket was slung