Chapter 110

Emily Smith's left ankle was wrapped in bandages, but that didn't hinder her from nimbly moving toward William Johnson. She tossed her crutches aside and climbed onto him with the grace of a cat.

"William..." She pressed close to his lips.

The man turned his head away, his eyes icy.

"Daniel is really just a friend." Her fingers traced circles on his chest, her voice soft and sweet. "You're different."

William finally looked at her, the corner of his mouth curling into a dangerous smirk. "Oh? How am I different?"

Emily bit her lower lip. This time, she knew better than to mention their transactional relationship. "You were the first to touch me." Her lashes fluttered. "No one compares to you."

"Because of money?" He scoffed.

"Not just that." She shook her head, her fingertips brushing his tense jawline. "You're handsome, fit, and... skilled."

William suddenly gripped her chin. "Then why were you cozying up to someone else?"

Emily immediately raised three fingers. "I swear, if I ever touch Daniel again, I'll disappear from your life forever—"

"So I'll remember you for the rest of my life?" He sneered. "Clever."

"Then I'll change it!" Her eyes reddened with urgency. "If I ever—"

Before she could finish, William crushed his lips against hers. All her unspoken vows dissolved into muffled whimpers, swallowed by his kiss.

......

It ended sooner than expected.

Emily stared blankly at the man above her, catching a fleeting glimpse of something vulnerable in his eyes. But it vanished instantly, replaced by his usual unapproachable demeanor.

The next moment, the world spun as she was pinned into the couch. His scorching kisses trailed down her neck, lingering at her collarbone.

"Don't..." She trembled, pushing at him. "I'm... dirty."

William lifted his head, his gaze dark and intense. "If I don't care, why are you being coy?"

"I sweated a lot today..." Her voice shook.

Suddenly, he cupped the back of her head, silencing her gasp with his mouth. "Let me taste," he growled, "what you really taste like."

As the salty bitterness spread across her tongue, inspiration struck Emily. "Might still have Daniel's scent on me..."

Before she could finish, William's expression darkened. He scooped her up and strode toward the bathroom.