"Are you playing or for real?" A husky, sensual voice brought some clarity back to Morgan Cole's senses.
The warm sensation still lingered on her lips, a reminder of how intense and wild that kiss had been.
On the night of John Howard's engagement, Morgan had drowned herself in alcohol at the bar. That bastard dumped her for a rich trust-fund barbie. And Morgan bet that girl didn't even know her existence, as John's such a hypocritical asshole.
She had made a mistake, mistaking a handsome stranger in the dimly lit hallway for someone else, and they had engaged in a passionate kiss.
Even if the man before her wasn't John, she had still savored the pleasure of the moment.
Morgan chuckled at herself, raising her head, only to recognize the man before her.
He was Carlos Walls, the country's top lawyer, with countless assets under his name, a true urban elite.
Of course, he had another identity: he was to be John's future brother-in-law.
Morgan lost her nerve.
She didn’t want to have any connection with John or anything around him.
Then she thought again, if John could be unfaithful to her, why couldn't she indulge and enjoy herself?
Even if it was her future brother-in-law, what did it matter?
Instead of pushing him away, Morgan tightened her grip on Carlos.
She was undeniably beautiful, with a flawless figure, and even the usually composed Carlos found himself tempted.
As he cradled her slender waist, his prominent nose brushed against hers.
After a moment's thought, he asked, "Shall we find somewhere more private?"
Morgan was new to this, but she played it cool.
She leaned over to Carlos' ear and whispered, "I've never tried it here before."
Carlos frowned.
So, this woman was an experienced player!
It was hard to tell from her pure appearance.
However, it did not bother him that much because it was simply physical pleasure.
So he leaned down again and kissed Morgan.
Like many people in the city, they were impatient and eager to indulge in pleasures.
As Morgan had been drinking, she felt a little dazed after being kissed for a while.
She leaned on Carlos' shoulder and murmured, "John..."
Suddenly, everything came to a halt.
Carlos let go of Morgan. He leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette.
He looked at her with amusement.
John…
Interesting! This woman was the ex-girlfriend of his future brother-in-law.
Morgan was perplexed. She guessed that Carlos must have investigated her before.
Carlos flicked the ash off his cigarette and asked casually, "You know who I am, don't you? What were you thinking when you kissed me? Do you want to sleep with me and get back at John?"
Morgan couldn't deny it.
Carlos was too famous. It would have seemed hypocritical if she claimed ignorance.
She could only lower her head and apologize, "I'm sorry, Mr. Walls."
She wanted to leave. Carlos didn't stop her.
At this moment, Morgan's phone rang. It was Aunt Hanna.
"Morgan, hurry back. Something's come up at home."
Morgan asked for details, but Aunt Hanna couldn't explain clearly and only urged her to return quickly.
After the call, Morgan's legs went weak. She apologized to Carlos again. "I'm sorry, Mr. Walls."
Knowing his significant status, it was impossible to offend the man standing before her.
Carlos gazed deeply at her.
He stood up and tossed her a coat. "Put it on. I'll give you a ride back home."
Morgan thanked him softly and got into his car without being pretentious.
Carlos drove a Bentley Continental. Neither of them spoke on the way.
Morgan would occasionally sneak glances at him.
Carlos' profile was flawless, with distinct facial features. Although the brand of his shirt was unknown, it looked expensive.
Morgan knew that men like him were always surrounded by women.
Once they got to their destination and parked, Carlos looked at her, his gaze lingering on her slender legs for a while.
Then, he reached into the front compartment and handed Morgan his business card.
Things between adult men and women were straightforward and easy to understand. A little thought was all it took.
Morgan couldn't believe that after learning who she was, he still wanted to have a sexual relationship with her.
She refused to take it.
"Mr. Walls, I think it's best if we don't keep in touch," she said softly.
Just then, there was a soft beep from Morgan's phone.
She thought it was Aunt Hanna and checked her phone, only to find a WhatsApp message from John.
"Morgan, where are you?"
Carlos noticed it too and smiled lightly. "Ms. Cole, you're quite affectionate, aren't you?"
Morgan felt a bit embarrassed and wanted to explain.
Carlos, however, gracefully stepped out of the car to open the door for her.
Morgan had to leave the car, but she forgot to return his coat.
Carlos returned to his car, not particularly disappointed by the romantic encounter that didn't work out.
Morgan was attractive, but he had no shortage of beautiful women vying for his attention.
However, fate had a way of being unpredictable.
Carlos would never predict that Morgan would come knocking on his door so soon.
