Love’s Cunning Ruse

hapter 15

His voice was ear candy. It was sexy as hell, but to Julie, it was like nails on a chalkboard. If this were the Julie from years ago, she would’ve blown her top if someone dared take a jab at her pride like this. But now, she could calmly face the man in the car and quietly plead, “Please.”

Inside the car, Kieran’s gaze darkened.

She thought she had been quite accommodating to his request and that he’d be pleased, but judging by the sudden depth in his eyes, he wasn’t too keen on her recent actions.

Before he could even open his mouth, Julie repeated herself, practically groveling, “Mr. Hernandez, could you please open the car door?”

His face was stormy, and his gaze was as deep as the ocean as he stared at Julie, asking her, “If I asked you to sleep with me right now, would you agree without hesitation?”

laughed nonchalantly, “Mr. Hernandez, you’re giving yourself too much credit. Men can pick their hookers, but hookers can refuse

how quick–witted

the doors, and the moment Julie heard the sound,

was pulled back before she could even take a step. Her wrist was

door hard as she landed in the backseat. The familiar scent of the man filled her nostrils,

had originally caught her from behind, had now slipped to her front, resting unabashedly on her soft

was no way he would’ve taken her slap. But the sound of

up front was startled, considering the man in the backseat had paid him three grand to rent the car. He swallowed hard, unbuckled his seat belt, and nervously muttered, “Sir,

to divorce, she never hit him. She didn’t dare meet his gaze, so she