All it took to fall for him was one night

Late at night, a villa built into the side of a mountain gleamed with an ethereal glow under the moonlight. Ella Whittier hooked her hands around Edward Vance's neck, pressing her cherry-red lips against his sensual ones. She felt his body stiffen. He abruptly pushed her away, his cold, piercing gaze like a dagger thrusting straight into her heart. A hint of fear flashed in her eyes. She trembled and quickly pulled back her hands. "I'm sorry!" she said, turning to leave. This only ignited his possessive instincts. He leaped from the bed and swiftly pulled her back into his arms. His other hand stroked her radiant face. "Too late," he murmured. He then lifted her skirt, his lean, well-defined fingers touching her down below. Her soft body shivered involuntarily, and her eyes, filled with mist, looked at him with passionate desire. His fingers worked their magic on her, massaging her just so, like waves—sometimes gentle, sometimes playful—crashing against her. Her body's sensations surged with each wave, rising higher and higher. Her eyes became more and more hazy, her moans growing louder, as if crying out her longing. His lean hands tore at her clothes, but her full-length dress made it difficult to undress her while holding her. She opened her eyes and said softly, "I'll do it myself." She slipped out of his embrace and quickly undressed completely. Her black silk dress, the black lace-trimmed bra, and her black sexy triangle briefs drifted one by one to the hardwood floor. His reddened eyes burned with a look of insatiable hunger. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed hard. "God, you're so beautiful!" He swept her up and laid her on the bed. With a powerful thrust, she felt a fullness she had never known. Her mind went oxygen-deprived, and her body writhed. Her full breasts were like inflated balloons, her n*****s firm as if beckoning something. Her body moved up and down, becoming more captivating with each of his forceful thrusts. He moved with even greater vigor, his hands gently yet powerfully rubbing her n*****s, her every inch of skin... Her body twisted even more wildly. She was like a young, estrous beast, yearning to be loved, yearning to be caressed, yearning for that overwhelming climax. Waking up the next morning, Ella heard the sound of water gushing from the bathroom. She was suddenly reminded of their passionate night and couldn't help but blush. "Damn, what's wrong with me?" She touched her burning cheeks. "Can loving someone really make you so obsessed with their body?" Just then, Edward emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a white bathrobe. The fresh, natural scent of rosemary from his shower gel filled the air. Her face turned even redder. He, however, looked aloof. He took out his phone, opened the screen, and a notification sound chimed. She picked up her own phone and saw a bank notification for a deposit of $50,000. "Take the money. If it's not enough, I can add more." A powerful sense of humiliation washed over her. She bit her lip and said angrily, "What do you take me for? Can't you see I love you?" He leaned forward, his cool gaze showing a hint of disdain. "From what I understand, many women who actively seduce a man will say they love him afterward. Women always need an excuse for their desires, don't they?" "You!" She was choked with anger, but a thought crossed her mind. The man before her was young, handsome, and the quintessential CEO. His company, which specialized in AI-driven healthcare software, was ruthless and decisive, a figure of awe in the industry. In just a few short years, under his management, Vance Software's revenue had multiplied, soaring to become the shining star of the local city of S. He himself had even been featured on Forbes magazine's list of elites. It was said that countless women had tried to get into his bed, only to be rejected with disgust. Yet she, and only she, had not only succeeded in getting into his bed but had also been given such a wonderful s****l experience. Thinking of this, her mood quickly brightened. She c****d her head, her misty eyes wide, looking completely unconcerned. "Then just assume I got close to you just to get in bed with you." She got up abruptly, picked up her clothes from the floor, and put them on. Now it was Edward's turn to be puzzled. She actually dared to admit that she had approached him just to sleep with him. Humming a cheerful tune, she walked to a rectangular mahogany table and put her stethoscope back into her medical bag. "Your body is very healthy, but you still need to keep exercising," she said. She was Edward's private doctor. In addition to creating highly personalized health and preventative plans for him, she also had to visit frequently to conduct health check-ups. She opened the door and walked out with a long stride. Edward watched her brisk steps and her slender back, his mind replaying her unreserved words. A look of intrigue appeared in his eyes. Ella returned to her apartment, walked into the bathroom, and turned on the shower, letting the water wash over her body. Recalling her passionate night with Edward, she couldn't help but hug herself tightly. She closed her eyes, a sweet smile on her face. She hadn't expected making love to him would feel so wonderful. Although her intentions weren't pure, the thought of her true purpose—that she was only there to get revenge on him—filled her with a sense of criminality. She shook her head hard, as if to cast away the hint of guilt from her lovely memories. She thought of his handsomeness, his gentle caresses, his heroic persona. The feelings were too wonderful. This was proof enough that she loved him, and even if she was using him, her love for him was enough. Her sense of guilt suddenly vanished. After her shower, Ella sat at her vanity table. The woman in the mirror had a pair of sparkling violet-blue eyes, a straight nose, and thin red lips that were especially alluring. Her round, baby-like face was endearing. Everything looked like the divine creation of a master artist. Ella looked at herself in the mirror and smiled with confidence. She had a Ph.D. in medicine, excellent grades, and had won a myriad of awards. After graduation, she had joined the cardiovascular department at St. Jude's Medical Center. Not long after starting, she skillfully maneuvered her way in, eventually being recommended by the hospital director to become Edward's part-time private doctor. She had done this to carry out her plan—she wanted revenge on Ellen, a popular celebrity who also loved Edward. She recalled how she had seduced him. She wore a tight-fitting, snow-white silk dress that perfectly showcased her curvy figure. Using her stethoscope, she listened to his heart. "Your heart is beating too fast. That will increase your risk of cardiovascular disease and shorten your lifespan." Her body edged closer, so close that if he looked up, he would touch her soft chest. "But don't worry, I'm here! I'm responsible for your health." She extended her other hand, her fair, slender fingers rubbing his chest, her eyes fixed on him with a look of passionate desire. "You're very bold," he said, his cool gaze fixed on her. He didn't push her away like he did with other women who tried to seduce him. A cloud of mystery seemed to surround her, leaving him puzzled. He was curious to see just what this audacious woman was up to. "My dear, you misunderstood!" Her hand slowly slid lower. "At your age, not having a s*x life isn't good! Don't misunderstand, I'm a doctor, and I have to collect necessary health information!" Her hands slid toward his inner thigh. "Insomnia, memory loss, a fiery temper, and various chronic illnesses are all potential side effects." His face flushed, and a fiery glow sparked in his deep-set eyes. He grabbed her hands and squeezed back with force. "You're so smart! Are you really not afraid of me?"