Fitch's pupils contracted sharply, his breathing uneven.

Zoey, on the other hand, looked on with longing. "I really want to go in there. It feels like something is calling me."

Fitch remained silent.

Zoey reached for the car door, intent on seeing for herself.

Suddenly, her wrist was grasped firmly, and Fitch pulled her into his embrace.

The assistant in the front had wisely raised the divider, leaving them in their own private space in the back.

Held tightly in his arms, Zoey wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but she felt him trembling with fear.

But who was Fitch? The true scion of the Greenfield dynasty, sitting atop a vast fortune. How could he ever feel fear?

"Don't go," he uttered, holding her close.

Zoey didn't know what to say, forgetting even to struggle.

She couldn't understand Fitch's reaction, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder.

Fitch suddenly looked up, pressing her down.

His lips quickly found hers.

Zoey's eyes widened, pushing against him weakly.

against his,

"Mmm, let go."

tightened, and through the thin fabric, Zoey could feel his warmth

cheeks flamed with heat, forgetting

came to her senses,

remained impeccable, his large hand at her lower back, drawing

it hard to

a swaying landscape painting, too

more brazen,

into the

embarrassment.

chin rested on his shoulder, her

more mind refusing to think her head

SE

hand slipped under her shirt, igniting sparks on her

sheen of

utterly at ease, his lips causing havoc

sharply, collapsing

for air, when she realized what had

couldn't believe she

immense shame, she began

"Let go."

she

know where he learned

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