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!"

moved like an eel, her soft curves pressing

of restraint, his body reacted instinctively,

smirk played on his lips. "And tell me, Celine, how exactly

and instead of helping,

as he lifted her chin with

here I would have

in shock. Before she could stop herself, her

on his chiseled face,

storm brewing beneath the surface. "How dare you

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

this on

react, Adam captured her lips

spiraling. What was

crashed against hers, pressing hard before

soft contours. Like a

gwolf,

as if desperate to consume

fierce, possessive

to let any man in Motherhood had only

had everything-wealth, looks,

power.

knew how to