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!”

bathroom doesn’t

Once again, she was caught up in the care he seemed

being taken care of filled her mind. Whitney

her through the door gap, and she caught it. However, he hung on to it, refusing to

go

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

cnatching the clothes away and closing the bathroom door with a

a flushed face, she was once again stunned by how skilled he was

found L in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, preparing the drink. His actions

to ignore the flutter in her chest, she turned her attention

the time L came out of the kitchen with the ginger coffee, he immediately caught her scanning the

coffee on the bedside table, he was instantly by her side with a mocking grin. “Looking for traces of

were traces, wouldn’t a man like you know how to cover them

bed. “It seems you

for the comforter, feigning criticism, “Is this

back. “It’s not. Sniff the middle

but only found his masculine, musky scent. Flustered, she

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him lean over and suggest. “There are more

“How?” She asked innocently.

the buckle of his belt, his

think?”

her face

smirked, “Aren’t you the one

not even a fernale fly in sight. Why haven’t gone home? Because someone’s made me

indeed spotless