CHAMPAGNE SUPERNOVA

SEDUCE HER MAN

Tristan was taking a bath being naked inside the shower room.

While Olivia outside, overtaken by a wave of desire, she slipped off her suit, slippers, and clothes, leaving just her underwear as her only covering. With her feet pointed, she moved slowly and quietly, eager to join Tristan, who was in the shower room.

Olivia took Tristan's fragrant blue soap and rubbed it on her back. Immediately, bubbles appeared on Tristan's back, then Olivia's hand, holding soap, reached out to Tristan's stomach to soap it. Tristan was surprised by this behavior, so he let Olivia do it for a moment to grant her wish.

But what Olivi's next move made Tristan Emerson even warmer. He felt Olivia's front-touch from his back, here she was hugging him from behind. Her chest made Tristan even crazier, even his desire was awaken. Soaping his body felt amazing, it was the first time Olivia had ever done, while the water flows gentle into their skin, Tristan felt Olivia's kisses, like a cat lifting the taut skin on his back. Tristan knew that what she was doing was too intense.

Olivia's desire was not over yet because it was just the beginning, holding the soap in her hand she slowly lowered it from her stomach, it went down to her lower abdomen and Tristan was aware of its continued descent. So Tristan grabbed Olivia's hand to stop it from reaching his private part. She shouldn't have reached there!

"You're wasting your time here, get out and finish your bath in your room!" Tristan said with a harsh tone in his voise.

"No. I want to take a bath with you. I like this moment" Olivia replied, as she move closer to Tristan. She wanted to reach his lips as she look in his eyes.

"Don't continue with what you're planning because nothing will happen, you'll just get tired." Tristan finally said.

"Okay I'll go. But you have to do it the same, have soap my body love.. please.." Olivia whispered and bit her lips in little way.

Tristan saw it. Still he didn't budge against his weakness. As much as he could resist, he didn't show that he liked it too. Tristan did what Olivia wanted, he touched his wife's naked body and soap it. Right now he thinks he's just doing his part as a husband. But the only thing that's creepy is soaping the front-part of her body. Here he challenges himself more on how to control himself, until Tristan finally decided to adjust and turned on the shower to wash Olivia's body and then he pushed her out of the bathroom.

Without wasting time, Olivia quickly return to master's bedroom and changed into a spaghetti strap nightgown and lay on the sofa bed, her mind racing with thoughts of how she was going to seduce her man. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became.

But it had already been half an hour, and Olivia was starting to feel anxious. She paced around the room and tossed herself onto the bed, her patience wearing thin. Still, there was no sign of Tristan showing up in the master’s room where she was waiting.

Unable to sit still any longer, she rushed back to the study room, where Tristan was supposed to be finished with his shower. She didn’t even bother to put on her shoes. The silence inside made her heart race. In a panic, she twisted the doorknob and was surprise to find it unlocked.

"Tristan?" Olivia called out cautiously, her bare feet padding softly as she stepped into the room. The room was pitch dark, and Olivia, who was already afraid of the dark, felt her legs trembling as she fumbled around for the light switch.

Suddenly, she felt strong arm wrap around her waist. Before she could scream, Tristan's reassuring voice reached her ears.

"What are you doing here?" His voice was so close and the room so quiet that Olivia could hear his warm breath, which somehow made her feel at ease.

"I want to sleep with you. I'm scared to be alone." Olivia couldn't help but pout as she spoke, looking like she might burst into tears any second.

"The light in my room is broken." Tristan felt Olivia's slight remble and, without hesitation, scooped her up in his arms and carried her out of the room. He carried her back to the master bedroom, only to notice once again that she was barefoot. His brows furrowed in displeasure.

"Why are you always not wearing shoes?"

"I was in a hurry... I forgot," she explained awkwardly, her face turning red.

Tristan gave her a long, penetrating look before speaking again. "Go to sleep. I'll leave once you're asleep."

"Can't you stay with me? I can't sleep alone..." Olivia mumbled, her voice barely audible, knowing how weak and needy her excuse sounded.

Tristan dark eyes seemed to pierce right through her, making her feel even more self-conscious under his intense gaze.

But thankfully, he eventually got into bed. To avoid scaring him away, she decided not to make any further moves and obediently closed her eyes. She had thought she would be too nervous to sleep, given that such an incredibly handsome man was lying next to her. But to her surprise, she quickly fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.

While Olivia slept soundly, Tristan found it hard to endure...

In the middle of the night, Olivia turned over and, still half-asleep, wrapped her arms around his waist, and draping one leg over him. Their position was incredibly intimate.

"I'm sorry..." she murmured softly in her sleep, her rosy lips parting slightly.

Tristan was completely lost in the moment, not really hearing what she said. His feelings were easily swayed by her presence. Olivia, wearing that delicate spaghetti-strap nightgown, looked even more captivating and hard to resist. The way her chest subtly teased him was almost too much to handle! His eyes were filled with intense desire, yet the woman who ignited the fire seemed completely

unaware!

A minute later, Tristan's face flushed red, and for the first time in his life, he lost his composure and rushed into the bathroom for a cold shower. By the time he finished his cold shower and came out, more than an hour had passed. Olivia was lying on the bed, sleeping soundly, as if she were having a wonderful dream. His eyes darkened as he stood by the bed, watching her for a long time before finally taking off his shoes and getting into bed.

"You are a ghost from my past life" Tristan said.

Olivia had a night of sweet dreams, while Tristan stayed awake all night.

In the darkness, his long fingers traced the shape of the small woman in his arms, over and over again, tirelessly...

For some reason, not seeing him when she opened her eyes made her feel uneasy. This was a feeling she had never experienced in her previous life. Olivia went downstairs and learned from the maids that he had gone to the office early in the morning.

"He didn't even say goodbye..." Olivia talked to herself. Until she decided to send Tristan a text message on his private number, asking him to come home early today. After sending the message, she lay on the bed, trying to clear her mind. "Still, I couldn't believe that I had been reborn."

But the past wounds were real and deeply etched in her memory, never fading.

In her previous life, she had a terrible reputation and even dragged down the only person who truly loved her, Tristan. All the glory and praise had gone for her sister Fiona. It wasn't until she was tortured to death.