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 Natalie was in desperate need of money at that moment. Thus, she made a deal

could think about now was her brother, who was still waiting at the

a smirk before she took out a bank card from her bag. Handing it to Natalie, she said in faux concern, “I hope your dear brother

it as she kept it. Not wanting to

pay her brother’s medical bills, she would never have considered selling her body! Not in a million

took off her

dawn rolled around, Jasmine took a peek at the man beside her. Seeing that he was still asleep, she gave the man a nudge while deliberately whining coyly, “You were

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 baby’s. But among

bear responsibility for what I

timbre of his voice rang out in the

Jasmine bolted upright in bed and hurriedly turned on the bedside

sight that greeted her was not that of Sid’s wrinkled old face, but that of a young

utterly stunned at the revelation, she recognized that

none other than Shane Thompson – J City’s most influential and powerful

was still processing the identity of the man before her, Shane had already climbed

at this Greek God of a man. Reaching into his jacket, he took out a glossy name

number and address are listed

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 over the crook of his