That Day When I Got Married to My Boss at the Blind Date

Josie tilted her head back, snatching the half- smoked cigarette from him. He took a deep puff, and his mind became significantly clearer.

“Still feeling uncomfortable?” Dexter asked, tracing her tattoo at her waist with his fingertips.

Josie glared at him. “What do you think?”

She felt like a fool for ever thinking that Dexter was in poor health. Why did I ever doubt him?

She gently freed herself from Dexter’s embrace, picking up her shirt that had fallen to the floor and putting it on. Barefoot, she walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing distantly out of it, lost in thought.

Dawn was about to break.

In truth, she wasn’t quite sure why she was going with the flow. It seemed that no matter how much she resisted mentally, her body couldn’t deny this man.

“Dawn is breaking.” His voice suddenly fell upon her ears. Unbeknownst to her, he had moved behind her. His large hands hovered behind her, his bulging veins exuding a masculine aura.

Josie stared intently, remarking, “Dexter, if you ever go bankrupt, you’d probably do just fine prostituting yourself.”

He chuckled lightly, a sense of contentment washing over him. “You’ve said that before.”

Josie broke free from him, picking up the rest of her clothes from the floor. She retreated into the bathroom. When she reemerged, she was fully dressed, her disheveled appearance replaced with a neat one. The red marks on her neck were now hidden beneath her dark hair.

“I’m planning to take on the Olsen family project in collaboration with Juliette. During this time, I’d prefer not to let her know about our past relationship.”

How heartless indeed.

lazily against the door, Dexter asked, “What about

at him. “Let’s just act like

and lightly toying with it. “She and

Can’t you see

express agreement or disagreement. Yet, in his eyes, there was only the woman before him. Sometimes, he thought, if it was possible, he would love to have her

withdrew her hand. “I’m leaving

it was over, they turned their back on him, leaving Dexter with

to let go, and even playfully whined, “I don’t

full well

“Dexter, you brute!”

back, displaying an uninhibited demeanor. He held her tightly. “Do you know what I like

“What?”

actually…” The last words were whispered into her ear, causing Josie’s body to flush with heat. She abruptly pushed him away. “I’m really

to the lounge swung open, releasing a wave of languid

room, bumping into Josie. Surprised and delighted, Josie squatted down. “Grape?