Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 35

“Who cares? He’s my archenemy for life. Especially after he dared to accept Monica’s painting. That man is nothing but a devious snake, a greedy wolf in sheep’s clothing, pretending to be a gentleman but with the

heart of a jackal

Whitney approached the bookshelf with a scowl, slapping the picture of the man back and forth with disdain.

Tiana, quivering nervously, whispered, “Isn’t it a bit much to be trash–talking and hitting his picture in his own

office

“Do you really think he’d have surveillance in his office?” Whitney snorted, scanning the room suspiciously.

She noticed a one–way mirror on the wall; the other side was probably another office.

At that moment, just a mirror away, the tall man stood with his arms crossed, an assistant beside him sweating bullets as he listened to the young madam’s tirade.

But the boss had a deep, amused smile on his lips like a man watching his kitten put up a playful fight utterly adorable

“No use. Tiana! With the way Monica cozied up to him, he took the bait. What’s the point of me even trying?”

Whitney slumped into a chair, her defeat weighing heavily on her.

“If only I could’ve taken him down before all this,” she gestured around the imposing office. “The desk, the

chair… It would all be mine.”

“Am I also yours, Ms. Valentine?” A deep, lazy voice suddenly came from the doorway, laced with a teasing lilt.

Whitney, who had been facing away, stiffened and spun around in her chair.

Tiana had vanished, and there stood a strikingly handsome man at the door, hands in pockets, his dark eyes fixed on her.

A heavy silence fell.

Whitney was a leading socialite, known for her grace and poise. Yet there she was, her legs disrespectfully thrown over the boss’s desk.

Whitney stiffened, then stood abruptly.

“Stay put.” The man raised an intrigued eyebrow, strode over, and grasped her delicate foot in his warm palm with one swift move. “This desk is worth three million, a fitting throne for your dainty feet.”

Before Whitney could react, he playfully tickled the sole of her foot, sending her face into a blaze.

She tried to pull away, but his firm grip held her in place, immobilizing her with just three fingers.

slid over her curves, his lips curving into a devilish smirk, “And the chair, six million, imported fine

she realized the implication, “You… Mr. Lippert, you

me!

his muscular arm bracing against the chair. With only

smile hiding in his eyes. “As you know, a greedy and lustful man like me tends to give some contestants an unfair advantage. Some are willing to showcase their cleavage, among other things, are

but his eyes were wickedly playful as he leaned in and whispered suggestively, Wanting the top prize is easy, Ms.

great Mr. Lippert, are proposing indecent favors

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her skin trembling. She scrambled away from his imposing figure like a

remained seated, looking after her

hold a grudge, but I’ll tell you this – I’ll rise

welcome the challenge in bed.” His eyes

He was a scoundrel!

“Don’t you dare think about me! ! have a husband, and I love him. I will never stoop to

“How would

her suspicions about the man’s

stormed out, the assistant walked in with two lunches. “Sir, why

car to take her home.” The man settled back in his chair, his eyes falling on

the sweet scent

calling

with pleasure. She

to tease his wife. Tsk tsk, the rich and their games of cat and

Whitney climbed into

had good news. “Stella wants to meet up,

Whitney replied while putting her laptop back in her

Harmony Club, where

to escape the

Whitney.” Stella gave her a once–over, eyes brimming, “I just heard about your

now.” Whitney

hugged and headed to

hat, revealing a cascade of rose–colored curls,

you’re getting more and more enchanting. Tell us, any love interests?” Tiana was

would I have the time? And Tiana, how are things with

match. He’s a philanderer.” Tiana rolled

friend’s dramatics. “And yet you’re totally smitten

glanced toward Whitney, “I heard from Tiana that you’re expecting… Is it true the guy’s

you he’s a thug? I

pas, “Oh, maybe I got it mixed up with something I saw on TV. My bad. Anyway, let’s drop that.

her skin trembling. She scrambled away from

looking after her with an

but I’ll tell you

rather welcome the challenge in bed.” His eyes narrowed, the