Chapter 988 I Lost Control for a Moment, If You Want Me to Take Responsibility, I Will
Violet found herself pressed against Brady's solid chest, breathing in his unique, commanding scent.
Her ears turned a faint shade of red as she lifted her face to look at the incredibly handsome Brady under the light.
Her gaze traveled from his sexy Adam's apple down to his flat, firm abs.
For the first time, Violet suddenly felt the urge to take the initiative for love.
With the beautiful moonlight tonight and her irresistibly charming Brady, she decided to make a move.
Violet straddled him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and gently whispered, "How about I take the lead tonight? You into that?"
Brady's eyes darkened slightly, his calloused fingers tightening around her waist. His deep, magnetic voice carried a hint of surprise and delight, "Really?"
Violet had never been this forward in bed; she usually needed his guidance.
He was genuinely surprised and pleased that she dared to tease him this time.
"Really," Violet murmured, lowering her head to trace his sexy Adam's apple with her lips.
She traced it gently, sensually.
Brady's eyes darkened further, his throat moving involuntarily.
"Who taught you this trick?" Brady's voice was hoarse, his fingers tightening as he struggled to hold back.
Violet stopped kissing his Adam's apple and smiled, "Saw it on TV. How does it feel?"
Feel? It was more than just a feeling; he almost...
After all, men have their sensitive spots too.
Brady smirked, his sexy eyes narrowing as he swiftly pinned Violet beneath him. He nibbled on her soft earlobe and asked, "Do you want it gentle or rough?"
Blushing, Violet replied, "Start gently."
Brady chuckled and kissed her lips.
He'd start gently and then get rough, giving her a taste of both.
The next morning, while Violet basked in the afterglow of a passionate night, Emily had spent a sleepless one.
When Violet woke up, Brady had already left for work.
He had left a note by the bed, reminding her that the wedding was set for next week and she needed to pick out her wedding dress soon.
After reading the note, Violet headed to the bathroom to freshen up.
Once she was done, she texted Emily to see if she was free to go dress shopping.
Emily, still upset from the previous night, had no mood for school.
She texted Austin to take a day off.
After securing her leave, Emily went downstairs to the garage to get her car. She suddenly remembered that she had left her car at the club's parking lot the night before and had taken a ride home.
She went to get her car keys.
Just as she stepped out of the garage, her phone rang. It was Lucien.
Despite having deleted each other's contact information, Emily instinctively answered the unknown number.
"Are you up?" Lucien's warm voice came through the phone.
Emily frowned, biting her lip in annoyance, "What do you want?"
Lucien, aware she might be upset about the kiss last night, apologized, "Emily, I'm sorry about last night."
"I lost control for a moment. If you want me to take responsibility, I will."
Responsibility? Emily almost thought she had misheard him. She paused, her ears burning, and snapped, "Nothing happened last night. I don't know what you're talking about. Professor Moreau, please don't call me."
It was just a kiss; who needed him to take responsibility for it? They hadn't even slept together!
Even if they had accidentally had sex together, Emily wouldn't marry him!
Lucien's voice turned slightly cold, "You want to deny it?"
Emily remained silent.
"Deny what? We went our separate ways last night. Professor Moreau, you must be sleepwalking. I don't have time to talk to you. My boyfriend would be upset if he knew you were calling me."
With that, Emily hung up, suddenly very annoyed with Lucien's persistence.
He had a girlfriend, yet he was still bothering her?
What was his deal?
Ignoring him, Lucien's face darkened slightly.
But he accepted it. He had ignored her before, so now he deserved to be ignored.
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