Wildly Seductive Man

I had such a great time last night

Grace Whitmore and Asher Knight clung to each other, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace.

Her pale thighs, the soft gasps, and the low moans escaping from her red lips filled the room as they both drowned in overwhelming pleasure.

So absorbed in each other, neither of them noticed the phone placed at the corner of the table lighting up.

The caller ID displayed the name: Ethan Cole.

It was Grace Whitmore’s phone, set to silent mode.

The screen lit up, then dimmed, lit up again, and finally, after two cycles, returned to silence.

At the other end of the call, Ethan Cole, dressed in the latest gray casual suit, stood tall, leaning against the wall. His fingers gripped the phone so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

His face was adorned with perfectly applied light makeup, enhancing his already striking and glamorous features. The golden-dyed hair was meticulously styled, each strand in place, giving off an air of refined sophistication and modern elegance.

Tonight, Ethan Cole was preparing to attend a high-end luxury jewelry gala, waiting backstage in the lounge.

As he stared at Grace Whitmore’s number on his phone, his expression darkened, his brows furrowed with anger.

The fact that Grace Whitmore wasn't answering his calls infuriated him.

"Why isn’t Grace Whitmore answering his calls?"

"What right does Grace Whitmore have to ignore him?"

"What could Grace Whitmore possibly be doing right now?"

Ethan Cole's thoughts swirled with anger and frustration. He had been the one to call her first —what more could she want? In the past, whenever he dialed her number, she would pick up before the third ring. But today, this unusual silence, her defiance, made him question everything.

A sneer twisted on Ethan's lips. So what if he was about to go public with Nina Clarke? It wasn’t like he actually cared for Nina. She was just a contractual partner, nothing more than a fake relationship for the cameras. Grace Whitmore was still his real girlfriend. Was she really throwing a tantrum over something so trivial?

In Ethan's mind, Grace was simply being childish. She was playing hard to get, not genuinely ending things with him.

After all, Ethan Cole was at the pinnacle of the entertainment industry. Women constantly flocked to him, showering him with admiration, feeding his ego. Grace Whitmore breaking up with him? That was nothing more than her acting out for attention, a bid for more of his affection.

No, if anyone was going to end things, it would be him. The idea of being dumped by Grace was laughable. It was impossible.

Ethan let out a cold, dismissive laugh. Him, rejected? No way. He was a household name, a top-tier star in the entertainment world. He could have any woman he wanted, and Grace Whitmore would surely regret it if she lost him.

Ethan Cole kept pondering and concluded that Grace Whitmore wasn't answering his calls because she was jealous.

Jealousy only comes from love, so Grace Whitmore must still have feelings for him, just like before.

The more Ethan Cole thought about it, the more the corners of his lips lifted into a smirk.

She didn’t answer his call, huh? Fine, let her be. If he ignored her for a while, she would come crawling back, calling him first. He could just wait for the day when she'd try to win him back.

Putting away his phone, Ethan Cole walked confidently towards the fashion gala.

The next morning, the last stars were fading from the sky, chased away by the bright sunlight, and a light mist gently blanketed the world. Rays of sunlight streamed through the large double bed.

A hand —strong, muscular, and perfectly sculpted —slipped out from under the covers, reaching for the phone on the nightstand. A satisfied, almost languid voice answered, "Hello?"

A deep, magnetic voice on the other end spoke lazily, "Dear Mr. Knight, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten? There’s a board meeting at Celestial Bank at nine this morning. As the president of the bank, you wouldn't have forgotten, right?"

It was North Whitmore, Asher Knight’s best friend.

And the brother of the girl lying in Asher Knight’s arms —Grace Whitmore, her current brother.

Asher Knight had gotten close to North Whitmore with ulterior motives.

Up until now, North Whitmore still didn’t know the truth about their friendship.

North Whitmore always thought that Asher Knight, who usually ignored everyone, actively wanted to become his brother due to his outstanding personal charm!

At present, North Whitmore doesn’t know that Grace Whitmore and Ethan Cole were once lovers.

Nor did he know that, at this very moment, Grace Whitmore was lying in the arms of his best friend.

When Asher Knight was holding North Whitmore’s most cherished sister in his arms and heard North’s voice, even though he was used to big scenes, he still felt uneasy and immediately hit the hang-up button.

North Whitmore: "……"

"What’s wrong with him?!"

Previously, when Asher Knight received North Whitmore’s call, he acted like a son-in-law receiving a call from his wife’s family —polite, considerate, and eager to please.

Today, suddenly being hung up on, North Whitmore frowned slightly. What’s going on?

Ding——

A message arrived at his phone.

[My best brother, I had such a great time last night that I couldn’t get up this morning. I’m heading to the bank now.]

North Whitmore typed with his slender, pale fingers on the screen: [What made you so happy?]

Asher Knight: [Can’t tell you now, hey!]

North Whitmore: “……”

He replied with a single word: [Boring]

Speechless, truly speechless.

However, North Whitmore knows that Asher Knight has always been a very disciplined person, getting up at 5:30 every day without fail, arriving at the gym precisely at 6:00, working out for an hour and a half, and reaching the president’s office at Ruifeng Bank by 8:00.

North Whitmore is incredibly curious about what happened last night to make Asher Knight break his routine.

Putting down his phone, Asher Knight looked down and saw the girl lying on him.

At this moment, Grace Whitmore was like an octopus, her arms and legs tightly wrapped around Asher Knight.

Her face was pressed against his chest, leaving a red mark, her breathing heavy as she remained deeply asleep.

With so much space next to her, why did she insist on sleeping on him? What kind of quirk is this?

Asher Knight smirked. Did she use him as a mattress?

With a smile in his eyes, he looked at her and murmured, “Are you sleeping comfortably, Miss Whitmore?”

His dry, warm hand rested on her smooth, white shoulder, holding her tightly in his embrace. “Miss Whitmore, you’re so clingy.”

With such a tender and soft presence in his arms, he didn’t want to attend the meeting. He wanted to cancel all the meetings and drown in her softness.

But Grace Whitmore’s brother was still waiting for the meeting, and Asher Knight was always a person of propriety, knowing he couldn't offend the girl’s brother.

Turning her gently, Asher Knight carefully placed her back on the bed, covered her with the blanket, and tucked in the edges.

After getting out of bed, Asher Knight picked up the black shirt from the carpet, put it on, and slowly rolled up the sleeves. His simple movements were performed with extreme sensuality.

With his left sleeve rolled up, the black Buddhist beads on his wrist were fully visible.

Asher Knight’s right thumb slowly rubbed the black beads, his eyes dark and thoughtful, as if lost in memories.

"Grace Whitmore, do you remember? These black beads were a gift from you."

The person under the blanket suddenly let out a soft, sweet, and weak moan: "Hmm…"

Asher Knight paused his motion with the beads, turned his head, and looked at the small bump on the bed. His hoarse voice, like sandpaper, asked, "You’re awake?"