The tall figure blocked the light from the roof of the car. His slender fingers grabbed her jaw, and he lowered his head to kiss her lips...
Her eyes were sparkling and blurred. She fell fiercely into his quiet and shining eyes. They were as deep as the sea.
The sharpness of the ebony agarwood mixed with his unique hormonal aura. It seemed to engulf her completely.
The lights in the car dimmed at some point.
His hoarse voice rang in her ears...
"What's mine is yours."
"My lady, you said it yourself."
Zayla blinked. Her long and curled eyelashes were trembling.
She was drunk. How could she understand his words?
She was looking for the wine eagerly.
"Where is the wine?"
"I gave it to you just now." He hooked his lips and smiled wickedly.
"Fraud!"
She was angry!
"Lincoln is a bastard. He took away my wine, lied to me, and even kissed me! He is my enemy!"