The Divorce Prescription

Adam's handsome face filled Celine's vision, and his strong arms wrapped around her waist. "Are you okay?" he whispered.

It had been three long years-three years since she and Adam had parted ways.

Now, caught in his warm embrace, breathing in his clean, masculine scent, Celine felt a wave of dizziness sweep over her.

Nonetheless, she snapped out of it quickly. Pressing her hands against his firm chest, she attempted to push him away. "I'm fine. Thank you, Mr. Alvarez."

Despite this, Adam didn't loosen his grip. If anything, he held her tighter. "What were you thinking just now?"

"Nothing," she responded hastily.

"Liar," he murmured. "You were thinking about me, Celine."

Their bodies remained pressed together, his strong, unyielding frame against her soft, delicate figure. The air between them thickened, charged with an undeniable tension.

Celine stiffened, struggling against his hold. "Mr. Alvarez, let me go!"

"And what if I don't?" Adam countered.

He certainly had no intention of letting her go.

Celine instantly regretted it. She should have never stepped into his office.

She pushed against him, frustration flashing in her clear eyes. "Mr. Alvarez, please show some respect! If you don't let go, I won't hold back!"

twisted in his arms, her slender figure moved like an

years of restraint, his body reacted instinctively, heat rushing

"And tell me, Celine, how exactly do you plan to 'not

Alvarez, are you seriously taking advantage of me? My daughter has been kidnapped, and instead of helping, you've

her waist as he

understand what it means to take advantage of someone? If I truly wanted to, I wouldn't have brought you here I would have taken you to my bed. I'd

in shock. Before she could stop herself, her hand snapped

on his chiseled face, the sharp crack echoing

brewing beneath the surface. "How dare you lay a hand

met his glare head-on. "Didn't you

this on

Adam captured her lips

thoughts spiraling. What was he doing? Was he really forcing

crashed against hers, pressing hard before

soft contours. Like a

gwolf,

mouth, as if desperate to

fierce, possessive utterly

years, Celine had kept her heart guarded, refusing to let any man in Motherhood had

had everything-wealth, looks,

power. But

knew how