The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

Just then, images suddenly surfaced in Dexter’s mind. They were those photographs.

Josie had instinctively leaned in for a kiss. She tilted her head up, but he dodged her touch. In his attempt to avoid her, he lost control of his strength, and his hand harshly struck her face.

It was like a slap in the face.

Josie immediately became clear-headed.

Dexter gently removed her fingers one by one from his body, never once embracing her.

She gazed at the man’s blurred silhouette, which resembled a beast lying in wait in the darkness.

Suddenly, he leaned over, his broad hand clasping her slender neck. His grip tightened. gradually. That was a sudden burst of rage. “Josie, how scummy can you get?”

When Dexter stood up, his face was stern. The thin blanket slipped off him, revealing his firm abs and Apollo’s belt.

eyes were closed, but the moment she opened them, he would become a dangerous wolf lurking in

the first thing Josie said when she came to her

of cigarettes at the head of the bed, pulled one out, and lit it.

chuckle, flicking the ash from his cigarette. The ash fell, reminiscent of dusty memories

Russell Group after that. I don’t want to drag you down.” Josie spoke softly, perhaps with a hint

and a strong sense of hostility when he said, “Even if you will end

of her body’s curves. On her abdomen. was the tattoo he had inked himself. He

eyelashes lowered. “Even if

the ground, and tenderly invited her to sit on his lap. He kissed her tattoo, and his warm breath, tinged with the scent of tobacco, lightly

unbuttoning her blouse. His movements were slow yet incredibly

but you must

overwhelmed with pleasure. Suddenly, a sharp pain struck her neck-he had truly

still need to

the pain, Josie pushed him.

stained the corner of Dexter’s mouth, hers. His eyes were filled with intense emotions.

“You…”