Chapter 155

Dominic's dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he studied Evelyn's flushed face.

His teeth grazed his lower lip in anticipation.

The vibration of Walter Harrison's name on his phone screen interrupted the moment.

Dominic reached for the device without breaking eye contact. "Hold onto me," he commanded in that deep voice that sent shivers down her spine. "Unless you want to fall."

Evelyn's legs trembled where she straddled him. One wrong move and she'd topple backward.

"Uncle Walter? Is everything alright?" Concern laced Dominic's tone as he imagined something happening to the twins.

Walter's voice crackled through the receiver.

Evelyn fought to regain composure, peeling herself away from the intoxicating haze Dominic created. She didn't care about appearances as she carefully lowered her feet to the floor.

The moment her skirt slipped from his grasp, the fabric cascaded back into place.

Avoiding his gaze, she gathered the scattered intimacy products with trembling fingers.

Her suitcase zipper sounded unnaturally loud in the charged silence as she packed.

Fingers flew to adjust her disheveled bra straps and smooth her hair.

The wrinkle-resistant fabric of her dress had held up remarkably well.

Considering what had nearly happened beneath it.

Dominic's voice cut through her frantic tidying. "Is Isabella's eye injury serious? Did you take her to the hospital?"

Evelyn whirled around, suitcase forgotten. "What happened to Isabella?"

Dominic's stained fingers rested motionless on his knees as he listened to Walter's report. Finally he stood, jacket falling perfectly into place. "I'm on my way."

The call ended with a sharp click.

Evelyn rushed forward like a frantic parent. "Tell me what's wrong with Isabella!"

Dominic turned under the harsh lighting, his tailored suit making him look every inch the dangerous aristocrat. "Weren't you in a hurry to sell those products?"

"The packaging is ruined..." Her voice trailed off as she glanced at the suitcase.

Truthfully, she just wanted to see Isabella with him.

She'd always cared for the twins, even when they were just her boss's children. Now knowing they were hers by blood made the worry unbearable.

Dominic moved to the sink, water cascading over his hands. "How will you explain the damaged merchandise to your employer?"

Evelyn remained silent. She couldn't afford to compensate the marked-up prices.

His reflection caught hers in the mirror as he applied soap. "Take my wallet. Settle your business quickly so we can collect Isabella together."

She froze.

"At this rate," Dominic warned, drying his hands, "you'll miss your chance to come."

Decision made, Evelyn approached. Her small hand dipped into his trouser pocket, deliberately ignoring the hard muscle beneath.

"Your wallet—"

"Suit jacket." He stood immobile, letting her retrieve it herself.

Damn.

Her touch reignited fires he'd barely banked.

Standing this close, Evelyn caught the lingering scent of their interrupted passion on his tailored jacket. The leather wallet still held his body heat from their earlier closeness.

"Use the card if the cash isn't enough." His gaze burned into her. "And don't waste time chatting with other men."

She nodded, clutching the wallet.

As she turned to leave, their eyes met again.

"The PIN is the twins' birthday," he said before she could ask.

Evelyn's breath hitched.

Counting inventory in the hallway, she tallied the compensation amount with shaking hands.

Back in the private lounge, curiosity won out. Someone sent the man who'd given Evelyn water to investigate.

The divider slid back revealing telltale signs - the damp sink, the displaced coffee table clearly knocked during passionate movement, the wrinkled scarlet sofa leather.

"Could that angel-faced woman really be some kind of seductress?" The investigator couldn't believe Dominic Blackwood had finally broken his notorious celibacy.

Dominic lit a cigarette by the sofa, exhaling smoke with a frown. "Watch your tongue. She's my children's mother."

The room erupted.

Not IVF? Not a surrogate? The infamous twins were conceived the old-fashioned way?

The investigator wiped his face, realizing Dominic wasn't asexual - just impossibly loyal.

He'd been saving himself for the mother of his children all along.

The revelation sent waves through the group. All their concern for the "abstinent billionaire" now seemed laughable.

None of them had two children to show for their exploits.

The bitter truth? The supposed celibate had lost his virginity before any of them.

Cards slammed onto tables. Karaoke resumed at full volume.

Now that the mystery was solved, Dominic became fair game for their mockery.

"Clotheshorse beast!" someone jeered.

Dominic merely smiled around his cigarette, that self-satisfied glint in his eyes stoking their irritation further.

Meanwhile...

Evelyn's coworker, seeing her successful sales, hastily copied her natural look - removing makeup and tying her hair in a simple ponytail.

Apparently the wholesome image sold better.

Entering the transaction amount on the POS terminal made Evelyn wince. Even spending Dominic's money hurt at these inflated prices.