Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

The onlooking girls cheered enviously

L playfully smacked her bottom, causing her to blush and protest, “What right do you have to carry me? I’m not going with you,”

He replied coolly, “Can’t I take care of my child? It’s in your belly, not someone else’s.”

Stunned by his audacity, Whitney found herself being carried back into the Royal One Club.

In the presidential suite, the butler had prepared a warm bath. L carried her to the bathroom, set her down, and with a look of mock disgust, said, “You’re light as a cotton candy. Warm yourself up. If you catch a cold, beware, I’ll have to discipline you!”

Shivering from the cold and slightly indignant, she disappeared Into the bathroom.

His assistant knocked, delivering the lady’s outfit he had ordered.

After her bath, Whitney realized she had nothing to wear. She called out, “Hey… Where are my clothes?”

I was waiting just outside and cracked the door open slightly, “They’re with me.”

Irritated like 4 cornered rabbit, she retorted, “Why are you standing so close? Were you peeping?”

He opened the door further with a cold smile, “Guess how much I saw?”

Embarrassed and clutching her towel, Whitney exclaimed, “L, you’re such a scoundrel!”

With a chuckle, he steadied her. “Be careful!”

sharp, “Who would want to peep you? The bathroom

Once again, she was caught up in

of filled her mind. Whitney pouted and said,

door gap, and she

go

pull it away but to no avail. Seeing her charming figure, L’s Adam’s apple throbbed elegantly as he said,

by cnatching the clothes away and closing

flushed face, she was once again stunned by

to the scent of ginger coffee, she found L in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, preparing the drink.

flutter in her chest, she turned her attention to

time L came out of the kitchen with the ginger coffee, he

he was instantly by her side with a mocking grin.

there were traces, wouldn’t a man

effortlessly onto the bed. “It seems you need

reached for the comforter, feigning criticism, “Is this bed

the middle

did as he said but only found his masculine, musky scent.

2/3

“There

“How?” She asked innocently.

it towards the buckle of his belt, his

think?”

her face burning with embarrassment.

you the one

for days, not even a fernale fly in sight.

suite was indeed spotless and meticulously tidy, devoid of any