Charlotte Thompson's eyes widened, her red lips slightly ajar, and the faint scent of rose dew emanating from her brought some tranquility to Justin Battleson's chaotic heart.
"What does it matter to Mr. Battleson what I do?"
Charlotte raised an eyebrow and spoke provocatively. Her eyes, clear and bright like a fawn's, seemed to be filled with stars beneath the light.
"Charlotte." Justin softly called her name, then chuckled lightly, the sound resonating like a pebble dropped into Charlotte's heart.
"What?" Charlotte instinctively turned her face away, looking elsewhere with some unease. Her small hand kept trying to break free from Justin's grip.
The next second, Justin forcefully turned Charlotte's face back and planted a dominant kiss on her lips.
"Mmm..."
Charlotte's eyes flew open in shock, forgetting to breathe, entirely engulfed by Justin's presence as if she was wrapped in him.