Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 277

Whitney really knew how to pick her moments. Crashing into his broad chest, she let it all out, barely stopping short of bringing up bile. Silence engulfed the parking lot, the wind leaving no trace. Ludwik's body stiffened, radiating an icy fury.

"You... damn woman."

Ludwik's mood darkened to stormy, his hand covering his nose, his face turning as dark as a burnt pan.

He had a serious case of germophobia!

It was only after Whitney had finished that she remembered, oh no, she was in for it now.

She decided to play the drunk card, lifting her head with a silly smile, "Oops, sorry, got a bit carried away there..."

Ludwik paused, his grip tightening on her chin, a cold smile forming as his eyes bore into hers, "Got a smart mouth, huh?"

"This shirt cost me eighty thousand dollars."

Now it was Whitney's turn to be speechless. "Do you always rip people off like this?"

"Thought you were drunk? Your reaction to money seems pretty sober to me."

Silence.

"Clean it or pay up double."

"Shameless racketeer, why did you even come back?" Whitney was fuming.

Ludwik's eyes hardened further, his face growing even darker, but he didn't answer. Instead, he hastily wiped his shirt and stuffed it into her arms.

Whitney was livid at his prank. This man could really be disgusting!

But she found herself powerless against him, scooped up in his arms and carried over his shoulder.

and when she was set

card at the receptionist, "Room,

of his cold, handsome face and his deep, magnetic voice. Even asking for a room sounded incredibly sexy coming from him. She couldn't help but sneak glances at Whitney, thinking what a lucky woman to be with

weight of their stares, was mortified. "Please, don't

sure," the receptionist winked, handing over the key card,

beyond words, choosing to keep

steps then turned, his lips curling into a smirk, "Well, let's go have fun,

mature man, oozing desire. And

was just trying to embarrass

as

room 2033 was silent, Whitney pondering why she was even following him upstairs. She could have just asked the lobby to call a

seemed to read her thoughts, his lips twisting, "Get

she was indeed

passed, and he'd

cursed in her mind, disdainfully tossing the stained shirt into the bathroom, quickly following it

of running water adding an unintended hint of intimacy to

dry, his gaze finally softening as he pinched the bridge of his nose and walked over to the minibar, feeling restless and a sudden urge to

leave. After

the bathroom. He paused, his drink in hand, but

bathroom door burst open, and a figure dashed out, completely naked. Whitney's body was stunning,

hard, his

the hell? Have you no

voice sounded, as if

her words tinged with fear,

Ludwik scoffed, "Stop making excuses to seduce

she forgotten to

down, her face turning beet red at her

showering and accidentally let her dress slip off, her undergarments barely

her voice trailing, "It wasn't on purpose,

Who would believe that?