Nunew accidentally crashes CEO Zee Pruk Panich's car when working as a valet. He expects Zee to make him pay back the cost of damages but the young businessman has another arrangement in mind.
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A sigh left my lips as I rolled over on the bed, feet tangled in the sheets, my body sore from the waist down. I stretched, my arms reaching overhead as yawned. My body ached, exhausted and stiff from last night. My cheeks heated at the memories. At the way he had seemed so wild, so insistent on following my rules. And he hadn't failed. Not when his hands had been on me in the car, barely able to resist temptation as I sat on his lap. Definitely not when he'd shoved me up against the elevator wall, tongue teasing mine as he showed me his desperation. Not when his fingers had circled straps around my wrists, my vision cut off as he offered me an inexplicable night of pleasure.
My hands clenched the sheets that were wrapped around my body, pulling them up around my chest as I sat up. I glanced at the bed, my brow falling at the empty spot next to me. I reached out, ghosting my touch over his side. It felt warm, like he'd just left the bed. I relaxed, my body laying down against the soft heat, my face burying in his pillow. I breathed in deeply, reveling in the scent of vetiver. Musk. The kind that smelled like really good sex. Breathtaking. Mind-fucking-blowing. A shy smile spread across my lips as I buried my face deeper, rubbing my nose against his pillow. I hoped his scent would cover me, linger on me, let me smell like it all day long.
Last night had been insane. Indescribable in the best way possible. The touches. His kiss. The way his body had claimed mine, making my limbs buzz as he took me towards that edge. The one that had me panting his name, whimpering for more, begging him to take me over the top. But it wasn't just that. Sure, the sex was great. Truly amazing.
But there had been so much more. The effort he'd put into last night, even if it had been cut a little short. Or a lot. Okay, maybe we had skipped his entire plan altogether. I honestly didn't know. I couldn't really remember much of what we had talked about at that rooftop restaurant. The night was a blur to be honest. And it wasn't due to the wine. Definitely not due to the wine.
My lip caught in my teeth as they pulled on the flesh, a tingle coursing through my core as I thought of what had happened. What he had shown me.
I hadn't expected him to go along with my texts. I'd sent them because I was confused. Maybe a little irritated. Definitely hesitant. I'd never seen that amount of money before. Especially not in my own bank account. I'd had to close and reopen my bank app three times before it finally registered that my account wasn't in the negatives for once.
Maybe I should have been grateful. I could have allowed him to gift me that money. But it didn't feel right. It felt shallow. Like I was some kind of possession he could buy. Like a toy he could use when he needed, paying as he rented me. As he demanded my services. I knew it wasn't like that but I couldn't help it. I'd told him how I felt. It was halfhearted but an air of truth hung in my text message nonetheless. I'd tried not to let the money get to me but it proved to be difficult.
Especially when my thoughts had continually backtracked to the morning. To his gentle words. His admission that this thing between us was more than a contract. That we were lovers. A connection had been formed, even if he'd been hesitant.
