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 doesn’t have a non–slip

Once again, she was caught up

sensation of being taken care of filled her mind. Whitney pouted

door gap, and she caught it.

go

to no avail. Seeing her charming figure, L’s Adam’s apple throbbed elegantly as he

and

once again stunned by how skilled he was at

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

flutter in her chest,

ginger coffee, he immediately caught her scanning the room

the ginger coffee on the bedside table, he was instantly by her side

there were traces, wouldn’t a

onto the bed. “It seems

for the comforter, feigning criticism,

tossed back. “It’s not. Sniff the middle of the bed, and you’ll find another

found his masculine, musky scent.

2/3

lean over and suggest. “There are more direct ways

“How?” She asked innocently.

buckle of his belt,

think?”

pushed him away, her face burning with

smirked, “Aren’t you the

a fernale fly in sight.

indeed spotless and meticulously tidy, devoid of