MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

Heather felt terribly wounded. Because they were her best friends, she had never hidden anything from them when they asked her.

But they all thought she was bragging.

Moreover, she didn't mention it often as she only said it a few times. So why did they laugh at her as if she mentioned it every day? "All right," she said with resignation, "I'll choose 'Dare,' okay?"

"Okay, let's play something big," Lana was immediately happy, "Well, how about asking the campus belle whose heart is the most difficult to win to take the initiative to confess her love to a stranger?"

"Not bad!" Leila, who was drunk, echoed, "Heather since you're confessing to a stranger, walk out of the private room and confess your love to the first person you'll meet."

"Yes, yes. Whether it is male or female, old or young, an ugly guy or a hunk, you'll win as long as you confess your love! Do you dare?" the other friends yelled.

Heather put her hands on the forehead.

These people were really drunk.

But they actually wondered if she dared? Then, on an impulse, she got up from the sofa, unsteady.

"I'll go! Wait and see!" she aggressively said.

Wasn't that just a confession of love?

Couldn't she explain it was a joke after confessing her love?

Besides, even if she met a hooligan who wanted to grope her, she wouldn't be scared. Since she was kidnapped as a kid, her grandmother and uncle have asked her to learn martial arts since she was very young.

With her current fighting strength, she could handle three or five strong men without difficulty. It was just that nothing had happened to her at school, and she had never needed to show it, so few of her friends knew that she was good at martial arts.

When Heather opened the door, a man wearing a grave face happened to walk along the corridor.

"You, stop!" Heather pointed at him.

Alexander stood still and frowned at her, but the next moment his eyes were filled with surprise.

Heather?

His mind flooded with thoughts. Then, with deep eyes, he watched her approach as he held back the emotions that were about to explode. 

Seeing him as so well-behaved, Heather smiled.

Suddenly, she stumbled and fell straight toward his body.

Alexander reached out to hold her.

Her arms were wrapped around his neck, and her soft body was resting on his chest.

She raised her eyes and looked blankly at Alexander.

This kind of reassuring feeling... Why did she feel so familiar?

Heather looked at him, freezing as if she wanted to find something in his face.

"You..." She held out her fair fingers. Then her soft fingers began to touch his incomparably handsome face. Her body began to rub against his. Why... did she feel familiar with the man in front of her? It looked like she had seen him somewhere!

Alexander grabbed her fingers. Does the girl really know what she's doing?

Such innocent eyes and her close body, which kept rubbing against his, made his belly burst into flames!

"What are you using to press against me!" she pouted her lips and said in disgust. She shook off his hand and put her hand down to touch his lower part.

Alexander gritted his teeth. How much wine has the girl drunk? Does she know what she's doing?

"What on earth are you doing?" he asked angrily.

Hearing his question, Heather, who was very drunk, finally remembered her purpose.

"Ah! I think of it! I come to confess my love to you!" She patted her head and spoke.

His eyes became darker. He endured the physical reactions of his body and the wrath in his heart. "I'll drive you home."

"No, no, I really came to confess my love to you!" she shook her head like a rattle-drum. She had forgotten why she had to confess her love to Alexander. What she could remember was that she had to get it done!

Seeing Alexander didn't believe her, she quickly put her hands around his neck and kissed him on the lips! Alexander's body instantly stiffened!

The familiar aura...

A strange sense of security filled her heart. Heather closed her eyes slightly and kissed him hard on the lips. But there was no reply. Instead, she put out her little tongue a little angrily and put it naughtily into his mouth.

His repressed lust burst out in a flash!

He tightened his grip around her waist and kissed her lips hard like a storm!

Sixteen years...

He had not visited her for sixteen years. It wasn't that he didn't want to keep his word. It was just that he knew he wasn't good enough for Heather.

However, his eyes had been fixed on her over the past sixteen years.

He knew when she went to primary school and even knew which boy had written a love letter to her, which girl was her best friend... He knew everything about her.

He just hoped that he would have enough strength to rival the Denmark Group when she grew up and stood beside her.

Now he finally summoned the courage to appear before her, but she actually teased him!

How could his feelings that had been accumulated for so many years possibly resist the flames of her arms?

"Hmm, hmm..."

He couldn't let go of Heather until she was out of breath.

She looked at him with dreamy eyes. The alcohol made her brain a little dull.

Did he... kiss her just now? she didn't feel bad, though.

He sighed lightly. "I'll take you home."

No one was more desirous to be with Heather than he was, but he didn't want his reunion with Heather to happen like that. "Home?" She was a bit puzzled and asked,

"You, you still don't believe that I'm confessing my love?"

Drunk, she was somehow stubborn. If this man didn't believe her, didn't she fail? Her friends would definitely laugh at her!!

Heather had forgotten that her friends had only asked her to confess her love, but they didn't request that she should succeed, but she was completely a hair-splitter now.

Alexander was helpless. "Come on, you must drink less next time."

"I, I am not drunk!" she said angrily. "You, you wait!"

Her fair little hands suddenly lay on his belt, and she held out her hands to undo it! 

"What are you doing?" He seized her hands in surprise and anger.

He didn't miss a single moment of Heather's growth. How could she suddenly be so bold as to undo his belt?

"You don't believe me!" She looked at him angrily and said, "I'm telling you! The first time my mom met my dad, she took his belt away... You, you give me your belt, so you'll believe I'm really confessing my love…."