Faux Vows, True Desires

When they got to the more intimate moments, Owen found himself craving more than just kisses. But he'd promised her that he wouldn't force anything upon her.

If he wanted to truly indulge, he knew he had to put a ring on her finger first. That way, enjoying the pleasures would be justified, a matter of marital right.

Owen had just sealed a lucrative deal with Mr. Spencer, and both parties were over the moon. Celebration was in order, and it led to a few too many drinks.

Owen had intended to be Cecilia's knight in shining armor, ready to intercept any unwanted alcohol. But with spirits high, he'd let his guard down. By the time he remembered his chivalrous plan, Cecilia had already had her fair share of drinks.

He could kick himself.

Both Lucinda and Cecilia had warned him not to let her get drunk.

Seeing her blush like a boiled shrimp and her eyes getting all blurry, it'd be strange if she wasn't drunk.

Mr. Spencer, meanwhile, was being propped up by his secretary, clearly having overindulged himself. Walter, ever the considerate host, suggested that Mr. Spencer stay at the hotel overnight. As a valued client of the Ikella group, it was only right that he be treated with the utmost hospitality at the Pinehurst Hotel.

The secretary, seeing his boss in such a state, agreed to Walter's suggestion, deciding a night's stay was better than trekking back home in that condition.

Soon, the presidential suite was cleared out, leaving only Owen and Cecilia. "Cecilia," Owen said gently, gauging her mood with care. "You alright there?" Cecilia's response was a wide grin followed by a hearty, boisterous laugh.

Owen blinked in surprise. Did she laugh heartily when she was drunk?

The next thing he knew, her hands were all over his face, pinching, twisting, and generally having a field day with his features.

"So it's real," she mumbled, apparently convinced she was dreaming.

"Hey, handsome," she slurred, puckering her lips. "What's your name? How old are you? Got a wife yet? Come on, give me a smooch." Owen was flabbergasted.

Here was Cecilia, not recognizing him and shamelessly flirting with him.

Not only did she envelop him in kisses, but her hands were also all over him, with the unmistakable intent of undressing him.

struggled to maintain his composure, not wanting to take advantage of her when she

terrible drunk, hitting on men like this. Lucky it's just me. If

her up

One thing was certain.

and offering money, she was

to kiss his entire body to make it worthwhile,

Such a lowball offer!

and one? That's top dollar, come on, just one

the moment her hands were free, they were back

tried to fend her off, blocking her

a great body.

drunken strength and blurred vision making it a clumsy effort. Eventually, she managed

sides of his

those muscles!

gritted his teeth and growled, "Cecilia, stop

patience had

to flirt with men when she was

Owen about this-never

as she was about to dive in for a taste, her stomach rebelled, and the next thing Owen knew, he was covered in the contents of her

Cecilia!

flipped her over and dashed to

he returned to find the instigator of his troubles fast asleep, with

What a night!

out of her soiled evening gown, placed her on the

on new sheets and laid

any

covers-her gown had been