Devilish secretary - Chapter 172

Chapter 172: Chapter 172 Possessive.

Heated.

Desperate.

Chapter 172: Chapter 172 Possessive.

Heated.

Desperate.

He turned his head slightly and there she was.

A random female customer standing a few feet away, staring at him.

Her arms were crossed, her brows were furrowed, and her eyes were filled with judgment.

She was clearly suspicious.

The longer she looked, the more it became painfully obvious what she was thinking.

Alexander mentally sighed.

Great.

Now I look like some pervert following a woman into the lingerie section.

Lilith, oblivious to the scene, was still calmly discussing materials with the saleswoman.

Meanwhile, Alexander could feel the judging woman’s gaze drilling into his soul.

The woman’s eyes narrowed further, as if she were silently deciding whether to call security or expose him for being a “creep.” Alexander rubbed his temple.

This is why he didn’t want to come.

Never mind… Alexander thought, letting out a slow breath.

It’s not like I’m actually being a pervert.

His expression hardened, his face turning into the perfect cold, emotionless mask he wore in the business world.

His sharp dark eyes locked onto the woman with zero emotion, pure intimidation radiating off him.

The judging woman finally flinched.

Her confident stance wavered, and she quickly looked away, pretending to examine a random section of bras.

That’s better.

Satisfied, Alexander turned back to Lilith.

She had already finished shopping, holding a few neatly packed bags in her hand.

Without hesitation, Alexander stepped forward and paid for everything.

Lilith just shook her head, smiling.

“You really like spending money on me, huh?” she teased.

Alexander rolled his eyes.

“Shut up and take it.” Lilith chuckled, but as she turned away, an evil glint flashed in her blue eyes.

Alexander failed to notice it.

But Lilith?

She had plans.

*** Lilith and Alexander were sharing a hotel room.

The reason?

TO SAVE MONEY.

ALRIGHT?!

That’s what Lilith said, and Alexander didn’t argue, but deep down, he knew she just wanted to mess with him.

Right now, Alexander was seated on a luxurious sofa, his laptop balanced on his lap, fingers moving rapidly across the keyboard.

His brows were slightly furrowed, his jaw tense as he focused on work.

Lilith, sitting on the bed, watched him silently.

Click, click, click.

His fingers flew over the keys, typing like his life depended on it.

Her lips curled into a smirk.

Without saying a word, she picked up one of the shopping bags from earlier, the one she had intentionally brought for this moment and walked into the bathroom.

Alexander didn’t even look up.

He was too absorbed in whatever serious business he was dealing with.

A few minutes passed.

Then, he heard footsteps.

Still focused on his screen, he pressed enter, sending off the last email.

And when he finally raised his head- He.

Froze.

There she was.

Lilith.

Standing in front of the mirror, wearing black, sexy lingerie.

The delicate lace hugged her curves perfectly, the deep black making her fair skin glow even more.

Her thighs were exposed, smooth and toned, and her damp hair cascaded down her back, strands clinging lightly to her skin as she applied cream to her face with a calm, practiced motion.

Alexander swallowed.

Damn.

His breath hitched for half a second, but he quickly masked it, forcing himself to blink.

She didn’t even glance at him completely unbothered, as if she wasn’t currently testing every ounce of his patience.

But his eyes betrayed him.

He couldn’t stop them from traveling over her body, noticing something he hadn’t before.

A scar.

A faint, old scar on her arm.

It wasn’t something ugly.

No even that scar made her look dangerously sexy.

His Lilith.

Flawless, even in imperfection.

Alexander’s fingers tightened around his laptop.

And that’s when he realized- He was absolutely, completely screwed.

As if she could sense his turmoil, Lilith slowly turned toward him.

Alexander’s breath hitched.

His grip on the laptop tightened as she faced him fully, her blue eyes calm, unreadable yet dangerous.

His gaze dragged down, unable to stop himself.

The way the black lingerie hugged her curves, the delicate straps sliding over her smooth shoulders, her bare thighs, her damp hair adding an extra layer of temptation- He gulped.

His jaw clenched.

And then- Damn it.

The evidence of his struggle was now painfully obvious a bulge forming against the fabric of his pants.

Shit.

Alexander immediately tensed, shifting slightly on the sofa as if that would somehow fix his situation.

Alexander immediately tensed, shifting slightly on the sofa as if that would somehow make things better.

And Lilith noticed his struggle.

Her sharp eyes didn’t miss a thing.

And instead of reacting with shock or embarrassment…

She smirked.

As if this was exactly what she wanted.

“I’m going to sleep,” Lilith said casually, walking toward the bed, acting as if she hadn’t just turned his entire world upside down.

Alexander sat there for a moment, struggling.

His mind told him to let her go, to act unaffected- But his body?

His body had other plans.

With a sharp exhale, he shoved his laptop aside and stood up hurriedly.

His jaw clenched, his fingers twitching.

In long, determined strides, he closed the distance between them, his breath heavy as he reached for her.

Before Lilith could reach the bed, he grabbed her, pulling her back against his chest.

Her soft body pressed against his hard muscles.

His arms snaked around her waist, his hands caressing her stomach- Possessive.

Heated.

Desperate.

His breath was hot against her neck, his chest rising and falling with deep, uneven breaths.

His lips brushed her skin.

A low, hungry groan rumbled from his throat as he kissed her neck, his grip tightening, his fingers grazing over the soft lace of her lingerie.

Lilith smirked.

Her evil, wicked smirk.

And just as he was about to pull her even closer- She turned swiftly, pushing him away.

Alexander stumbled back slightly, panting.

His eyes were dark, stormy, filled with unfulfilled hunger.

Lilith crossed her arms, tilting her head.

“Not now, Human Doll,” she teased, her voice low and smooth.

“You’re injured.” Alexander stood there, breathless.

Frustrated.

His hands twitched at his sides, his entire body burning with need.

Damn it.

Lilith simply walked to the bed, sliding under the covers with zero guilt, looking completely relaxed.

Alexander?

He ran a hand through his hair, growling softly.

This woman.

She was going to be the death of him.