Tangled Temptations

Chapter 263

Brett was the first to step out of the car. He moved around to the passenger's side, opened the door, and watched her in the darkness. Orlena's slender neck was tensed to the point where a trace of a vein was visible.

Brett was patient. Eventually, Orlena stepped out of the car, paying him no mind as she walked ahead.

Under the dim streetlight, her petite figure was hidden in the shadow of the sycamore tree. Early autumn had caused the leaves to wilt, adding an air of melancholy to the scene.

Brett closed the car door. He hurriedly caught up with her, grabbing her by the wrist and pulled her into his arms before she could react.

Perhaps it was the allure of the night or the emotions stirred by the setting, and he lost all self control. He kissed her under the tree, holding her head and pressing her against the tree trunk with nearly violent force. It was so intense that she

could hardly breathe.

"Brett! Let me go!"

Orlena pounded on his shoulder, struggling fiercely, but she couldn't break free from his grasp. Soon, her senses were filled with the scent of tobacco. His scent was everywhere.

Brett appeared clean, but only she knew when he had tainted her, his subtle masculine fragrance would linger on her for a long time.

The rough kiss lasted for what felt like an eternity. Finally, he released her. Then, his lean, handsome face was met with a slap, the sound particularly noticeable in the quiet night.

Brett was known for his charisma. But almost everyone knew he had a bad temper. Women were merely a diversion to him, none of whom dared to act spoiled or even slap him.

Only Orlena did.

After the slap, she turned her head away, tears brimming in her eyes. "What gives you the right to kiss me? Brett, what do you think I am? Did you bring me here to continue being your secret mistress?"

Brett ran his tongue over his lip, tasting blood. She was stronger than he thought. His gaze was deep. "I'm sorry. I couldn't control myself."

He hadn't been with her in a long time, and he wasn't above wanting her. He hadn't forgotten the passion they shared over the past few years, not for a moment. But Brett knew he had crossed a line with that kiss.

He apologized to her. "Let's go upstairs. There are some documents you need to sign."

Orlena hesitated, but agreed. They did have a child together, and given his status, she was afraid he would fight for custody.

Shortly, they entered the apartment. It was as grand as it had always been with clear signs of upkeep. The dining table even had a bowl of freshly washed fruit, all her favorites. Each one was plump and juicy.

Brett followed her gaze, then whispered as he walked to the door, "I had Donny prepare them. He still remembers what you like even after all these years."

herself not to be fooled

have been tempted by

home afterwards. Unlike you, Mr. Brett, I respect the man I'm dating. It would be disrespectful

much? You're not

his gaze darkened slightly. He walked to the couch and sat down, motioning for her to sit

front of her was a stack of documents. She flipped through

he was willing

what Eloise had said. If a woman can't get a man, then she should get his money. For example, when Eloise broke up with Harvey, the checks he threw

a business school, but

had put on some weight. He found it strange, Orlena wasn't exactly young

her helplessness, knowing that with her intellect, she would need all night to understand

seeing her

cut some fruit. In the past, when she stayed over at his place, she didn't do anything but call his name under the sheets. He took care of everything else. Now, even though he couldn't do anything to her, he

carefully selected a few fruits, cut them into a fruit platter, and placed it in front of

met her gaze and said, "I didn't

evening. Through the window, he noticed she barely ate anything, probably because the food didn't suit her

a few pieces of fruit. From the side, her mouth full of fruit, and she looked

felt a softness in his heart and spoke gently, "There's food

down the documents, suddenly speaking a soft voice, "Mr. Brett, our past is behind us. Apart from Daniel, we have no relation. Don't act like we're still together, because there's no need for that." Brett was tying an apron. At her words,

the room

memories of them, sweet and passionate, but now there

the majority of my personal assets. What I've retained is only what the Noland family can't part with. You

stiff, "You want to get back

lowered his pride in his

moment, he wanted to marry her. But then something

Brockville, two technicians died in that program. Both of them were

life or Daniel's by involving them. He couldn't tell her the truth, because this project was top secret, and it had been in the works for three years. Nobody knew he had a child, except Donny. So he

she finally whispered, "Why should I wait for you? You always kept me waiting. Either in Peterborough, or in this apartment. Now you want me to keep waiting after three years. Mr. Brett, how many two years do you think a

child, and now he wanted her to

Peterborough when he could, just like three years

was colder than when she

Brett just sat there.

he didn't stop her. He just dialed Donny and said, exhausted, "She's gone. Take

Then he hung up.

the papers, looking at the figures. All he wanted to give