Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

When Angela looked into Richard’s eyes, she had the sensation that she was being submerged in them. She held her breath for such a prolonged period that she heaved a sigh of relief when she finally came to her senses.

She shook her head and pleaded, “Please, don’t look at me that way.” When she realized she couldn’t stay in front of him any longer, she turned away and said, “I should head back to the room.”

However, as she approached the door, he grabbed her arm and drew her into his arms with no apparent force. He held one hand around her waist and the other behind her head to support her while he kissed her passionately, and it took her breath away.

“Hmm!” In retaliation, her body became rigid while still in his arms. Her brain became so foggy that she could not even consider shoving the man away from her. The only thing on her mind now was how domineering the man was in kissing her. He gently released his lips until she was on the verge of passing out, at which point he continued to look intently at her.

“One of the many questions you asked me in the past is whether or not I will feel tempted if I am protecting another woman. My reply is… unless you’re that woman, I will not be tempted.”

“Why me?” Angela asked sluggishly, forgetting to push Richard away.

you’re the only one I’m interested in,” he replied, his smile tinged

in response to his words, she immediately struggled to escape his embrace and took two steps back. “I’m not going to do this to

to open the door but quickly realized that it was much too heavy for her. She staggered

immediately approached Angela and, with his long arms, opened the door for her before he chuckled. “Did

utter disgust that he would still have the nerve to say such a thing. Next,

room, pushed open the door, and entered, where he was greeted by a calm and charming man. He had obviously been waiting a long

he apologized as

waiting for Richard at the table was Elliot Presgrave. Dressed in a deep black suit, he gave off a

his posture. Then, looking at his best

he asked, “Is it my imagination? It

“What has changed?”

a woman has entered your life.” With