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!"

in his arms, her slender figure moved like an eel, her soft curves

After three years of

"And tell me, Celine, how exactly

daughter has been kidnapped, and instead of helping, you've dragged me into your office. What

her waist as he lifted her chin with his

you here I would have taken you to my bed. I'd have named my price, demanding a night with you in exchange for your daughter's

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

it landed squarely on his

brewing beneath the surface. "How dare

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

brought this

captured her lips in a searing

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

crashed against hers,

soft contours. Like a

gwolf,

as if desperate to consume

was fierce, possessive utterly

her heart guarded, refusing to let any man in Motherhood had only

had everything-wealth, looks,

power. But

knew how to