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.

moment. Thus, she made

All she could think about now was her brother, who was still waiting at the hospital for her. That one million would be enough

lips curved into a smirk before she took out a bank card from her bag. Handing it to Natalie,

she kept it. Not wanting to

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

the dark room. She took off her clothes and

beside her. Seeing that he was still asleep, she gave the man a nudge while deliberately whining coyly, “You were such a beast last night. Even now, I’m still

vaguely remembered pinning a woman beneath

responsibility for

voice rang out in the silent room, sounding particularly pleasing.Wait a

in bed and hurriedly turned on the bedside

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

she was utterly stunned at the

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

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

gawk at this Greek God of a man. Reaching into his jacket,

and

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