Flawless and Flirtatious (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 1 

“Ms. Genevieve Rachford, your husband is currently with a woman in Room 2588 at the Langfield Hotel.” 

Genevieve Rachford held her breath anxiously as she waited for the elevator to stop at her destination. 

She had spent a month in Musbane on a business trip, only to come back to receive a strange text. 

Assuming it was a prank, she ignored the text and didn‘t think much about it. When she got off the plane, she realized she couldn‘t get ahold of her husband, Cooper Sutton. His phone GPS showed that he was at the Langfield Hotel, and she began to panic. 

Shortly after, she came to a stop outside Room 2588. To her surprise, the door was ajar. 

Someone shoved the back of her waist, and she stumbled into the dark room. She had just regained her balance when a burning body pushed her to the door. 

“Darling?” Genevieve called out carefully. 

The man didn‘t utter a word. In the dark, he found Genevieve‘s lips and captured her mouth in a fierce and passionate kiss. 

The door was ajar, and he kissed me once we stepped in...  

Genevieve quickly made the connections and assumed Cooper was putting up an act to tease her, for they had been apart for too long. 

With that thought in mind, she let her guard down and flung her arms around the man. Her back arched as she returned his kiss joyfully. 

roused, the sun was shining brightly outside the window. Her bare arms were full of hickeys, and she felt her entire body aching. However, her heart

year, but they were often apart due

had finally consummated their marriage.

“Darling...” 

the other side of the bed

necklace on the bed. It was a limited edition piece from Tiffany‘s with the

he should leave a

Suddenly, the door was kicked open. A bunch of reporters filed in with their

Click! Click! Click! 

flashed continuously to take photos of Genevieve‘s naked

came to the hotel to meet your lover. Did you have a

you gotten a divorce in

answer our

barged in without notice

leaned back against the headboard, seemingly

pulled up the covers to shield her body from the unwanted visitors. She pointed a finger at the door and demanded,

“Genevieve!” 

then, a furious and icy voice

looked up, her husband was standing before her. His usual gentle and elegant self was long gone, and it was replaced by a grim

reason for his reaction. She crawled over and grabbed his arm. “Last night, you arranged a surprise for me, right? The reporters are framing me for cheating on you.

a loud