Chapter 293
“Fine, she won,” Sean thought.
In that moment, every principle he held crumbled. He was completely and utterly defeated,
Sean reached up and tapped on the privacy divider.
The driver understood immediately. He turned off the main road, guiding the car down a quiet, secluded lane. A few minutes later, the Cullinan pulled over onto an empty grassy shoulder.
The moment the car stopped, the driver opened the door and stepped out without a word, closing it behind him. He disappeared into the night, smooth and efficient.
The cabin fell silent, leaving only the two of them behind.
This time, Sean was the one who made the first move.
He kissed her hard, a deep, hungry kiss that left no room for doubt. The temperature inside the car began to climb fast. Their breath grew heavier, and the heat between them burned hotter with every second.
Charlotte spread her legs and straddled Sean’s lap. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, both burning with heat.
Sean held her firmly by the waist with one hand. The other hand slid up the side of her thigh, gliding over soft, bare skin.
His palm was warm against her, sending shivers up her spine. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and soft, breathless whimpers escaped from her lips.
Charlotte tilted her head back, exposing her delicate neck. Sean leaned in and kissed it, his mouth trailing along the curve of her throat, teeth grazing gently across her sensitive skin.
She let out a soft whimper and clutched at his shirt with trembling fingers.
Only when she had fully welcomed him–body and soul–did that aching uncertainty in her heart finally fade away.
Charlotte buried her face into the crook of his neck, still straddling him. Her lips brushed softly against his skin as she whispered his name, fragile and warm in the still air.
“Sean Jasper.”
“I’m here,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with emotion.
She whispered again, “Sean…”
He kissed her cheek, then her brow, answering patiently, “I’m here, sweetheart.”
By the time everything ended, it was already past midnight.
Sean was the one who drove them back to his private villa.
Charlotte was exhausted. She had fallen asleep in the back seat, completely worn out.
When they arrived, Sean pulled over and carried her inside. She never stirred.
He had draped his dark gray suit jacket over her. The white blouse she had worn earlier had been ruined in the heat of the moment–buttons ripped off, the fabric torn, completely unwearable now.
Sean brought her into his bedroom and gently laid her down on the bed.
She didn’t wake, sleeping soundly, worn out from the mix of alcohol and physical exhaustion.
He smiled to himself, then quietly adjusted the air conditioning and pulled the blanket over her.
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That night, Charlotte slept deeply and peacefully, without dreams
When she finally opened her eyes the next morning, the clock read eleven.
Her head throbbed painfully
Bits and pieces of last night came back to her in a blur—what had happened in the car, how he had taken her home. The marks on her body reminded her just how intense it had all been.
A strange, complicated feeling stirred in her chest.
The spot next to her was empty. Sean was no longer there.
She didn’t ask where he had gone.
She lay still for a while longer, then slowly got out of bed and headed to the bathroom for a shower.
She was familiar with his villa. She had been here before.
Inside the bathroom, someone had already set out clean towels and a brand new summer outfit.
It was a silk champagne–colored dress in her size, the tag still attached. There was also a fresh set of sterile underwear, all neatly folded, all exactly her size.
It must have been delivered that morning, arranged by Sean.
He had always been meticulous about the details.
When she came out of the shower, Sean was sitting by the floor–to–ceiling window, working on his laptop.
The moment he saw her, he closed the laptop and walked over.
Without saying a word, he took her hand and led her to the couch.
Then, as naturally as breathing, he picked up the hairdryer and began drying her hair.
Sunlight streamed through the floor–to–ceiling windows, filling the spacious room with light. Sean’s room was on the second floor, overlooking a garden bursting with colorful blooms.
