Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

Nicole’s hand shot out to grab his arm and she looked at him with misty eyes.

“Kiss, kiss.”

Thereafter, she leaned in and puckered her lips to offer him a kiss.

Her soft and rosy lips were so close to his.

Evan’s heart skipped a beat as his gaze zeroed in on her lips. This woman is teasing me again.

She’s drunk now and doesn’t know what she’s doing. If I really go along with her, will she bite my head off when she sobers up?

Evan could not help but recall how incensed Nicole looked when she held him accountable for his actions back then.

World War III would no doubt break out between them. And since neither one of them would be willing to retreat, it would be a never-ending battle.

He shuddered involuntarily at that thought. Thus, he decided to adhere to the code of chivalry and refrain from taking advantage of a drunken woman, allowing Nicole to sleep peacefully.

Despite his noble decision, Nicole unabashedly cupped both of his cheeks and leaned forward.

Evan frowned as he watched her lips inching closer, and his heart pounded vigorously against his ribcage.

Two seconds later.

Retching sounds echoed through the room.

The kiss he had fantasized about was utterly ruined, and instead, he was covered in vomit.

Evan’s usually arrogant face instantly darkened and the temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees.

“Nicole Lane!”

gritted his teeth and got up to quickly take off

at him with a faint smile. Suddenly, she lowered her head

scene before him, Evan felt a

antics are seriously on a whole

himself up, then hauled Nicole to the shower to wash off the

thrashed and flailed her arms in the

“Stop moving!”

you jerk!”

the anger coursing through his veins to successfully help her change into

he flung her onto

woman drinks, even if it’s only a single drop of alcohol, I’ll

beside himself with rage

The next day.

illuminated the soft white sheets on the large bed and caused Nicole’s fair and rosy cheeks to

thick lashes quivered slightly as she slowly opened her

result of a hangover made her extremely uncomfortable. She got up into a sitting position and massaged her temples with

bedroom door all

door. When she saw it was

Why are you

you forgotten? You were the one who asked me to send you

of what happened last night emerged

paler by the

“Have you remembered something?”

snapped her head up to look at him with mild embarrassment. “Last night, I… I didn’t do something as absurd as

solemnly nodded his head.

Ugh…

How embarrassing!