MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

Savannah then realized that someone was in the room.

Dylan!

Why was he here?

Obviously, he was also surprised to see her, but immediately he understood what happened. A helpless irony flashed in his deep eyes.

His father did it!

He got him here with the trick and called the little woman here too. The intention was clear.

He wanted to accelerate the development of their relationship so that they would get married soon.

Savannah, too, recovered and understood.

The so-called client that old Sterling introduced to her turned out to be Dylan.

They both looked elsewhere at once.

"My father's really annoying." Dylan broke the embarrassment in a low, angry voice.

With that, he strode off toward the outer door.

Savannah hurried after him.

Unexpectedly, he wrenched at the door-handle but couldn't wrench the door open. He tried again, but it wouldn't budge.

Dylan's face changed, and a sneer appeared on his lips.

All his father didn't do was drug them and tie him to the bed with the little woman!

Savannah gasped. What old Sterling did this time really shocked her? She took out her phone to call Tina to come to help, but she couldn't get through.

"It won't help." Dylan glanced at her. "My father must have cut off all our options. He won't let us out easily."

Savannah sighed. He was right. Tina was called back by the call from the company just before they entered the hotel. What a coincidence! It should also be the instructions of old Sterling.

When she looked up again, Dylan had turned around and was back in the bedroom, sitting on a leather chair.

Savannah stood for a moment and went over to him.

"What're you doing? Don't you want to get out?"

"My father will surely send someone to open the door tomorrow morning. Don't bother. Sit down." Dylan crossed his legs coolly as he took out his cell phone and began to deal with some business.

Clearly, he was familiar with old Sterling's trick.

By tomorrow morning at the latest, the hotel staff should come and open the door.

Savannah took a deep breath and sat down on the couch.

After a while, she began to feel bored, and it was also a little awkward to stay with him alone in a quiet environment.

She looked around to see if there was anything to pass the time, but it was clear that old Sterling had left them nothing but a lot of sex toys.

Luckily, there was a wall-mounted TV.

She found the remote and turned it on.

Women's moans and men's harsh breathing came out from the TV at once. On the screen, a man slammed into a naked busty woman again and again.

Savannah was so startled that she almost dropped the remote control.

Dylan, of course, couldn't have missed the scene. His handsome face turned red and then blue.

VIP suites in the five-star hotel of the Sterling group wouldn't offer this type of movie on television.

Needless to say, it was one of the entertaining activities that old Sterling had prepared for him and Savannah.

Savannah responded by turning off the TV.

The heart-beating sound in the room disappeared, but the atmosphere became even more awkward.

After holding her breath for a long time, Savannah finally burst into a laugh, covering her stomach.

"What're you laughing at?" Dylan asked coldly.

"I was thinking... your father must be good at flirting when he was young." Savannah tried to hold her laughter.

Dylan didn't think it was funny, but after all the mental harassment from that movie, he felt so hot and dry that he couldn't focus on his work.

The sweet fragrance in the room made him absent, and the faint scent from the little woman not far away made him obsessed. 

He was afraid that he would lose control sooner or later in the room alone with her.

Dylan put down his phone and stood up.

"Go to bed yourself. I'm going to rest outside," he said as he walked towards the door.

There were several large couches in the outside room, large enough for a man to sleep.

Savannah watched as he walked out of the bedroom and saw his sweat-soaked shirt back. Her smile froze, and she understood what he was suffering from.

Perhaps men had it worse than women?

"Dylan," she called him before she could help it.

Dylan stopped and turned, looking at her.

She screwed up her courage.

"Let's make love!"

Dylan's eyes narrowed and went dark.

Savannah bit her lip and continued, "I know you don't remember me. You treat me like a stranger and don't have any feelings for me. But you must have physiological needs. Let's… let's have sex."

"You don't want to marry me, but you're willing to have sex with me. Is that how you treat other men?" Dylan came to her with a clouded face.

Savannah couldn't understand why he was suddenly so angry. Besides, how could she treat other men in this way?

She only wanted to have sex with him!

Before she could speak, he picked her up like a mad lion and threw her onto the big bed covered with rose petals.

His fierce and hot breathing came to her as he pinned her down. She could hardly breathe and nervously grabbed the sheet beside her, waiting for his next assault. She closed her eyes and bit her lips without any resistance or movement.

He stared at the little woman under him with burning red eyes, fire coursing through his body when he saw her wanting face.

She was his woman, and she had invited him.

Even if he had her here, it was a matter of course, and he should have no burden or pressure.

And she was, indeed, too attractive.

Savannah, though upset, waited quietly for his next move.

Every second of waiting was so long.

But he didn't proceed to the next step.

There was a little sigh from him, and then he lifted his huge bulk from her.

She opened her eyes and was surprised to see that he was standing two steps away from the bed, straightening his shirt. The flush on his face had been pressed down.

"Dylan, you --"

Before she could finish, he went out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him without giving her another glance. Then he locked it.