Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 129 Trey had planned to make it quick-but the moment he opened the door, the soft weight of a woman slammed into him. "Angela..." He tried to pull away, but her lips clung to him like entwining vines, trailing from his cheek down his neck. Before he could react, she skillfully yanked at his collar, her wet tongue teasing the places he was most sensitive. Angela wore a sheer red gown tonight, her lingerie and stockings all in the styles Trey preferred. Even as he fought with every ounce of rationality, his body betrayed him, responding fully to her provocation. "Don't...

| have to take Pete back..." he tried to protest. "He's still asleep. Just a little while. You haven't spent time with me in ages..." Angela whispered near his ear, her breath warm, then sealed his lips with hers. Trey had been repressing himself these days, and now his desire flared uncontrollably. His brow furrowed as they tumbled from the doorway all the way to the bed. Angela's outward composure and elegance melted away once ---- she disrobed-every inch of her screamed seduction. He was addicted But Khloe was different.

Her beauty was striking, every gesture tempting, yet beneath the surface she radiated innocence. Even when Trey felt desire for her, he often restrained himself at the mere sight of her eyes. Yet now, his hands gripped Angela's neck, but all he could picture was Khloe's face. The thought of her made his pulse surge, his blood burn with longing. "Ah... it hurts... Trey, be gentle... | can't take it!" Suddenly, Angela cried out, pushing him away.

Trey had always been gentle with her, but tonight, his touch was unusually rough, completely disregarding her comfort, as if she were nothing more than an outlet for his frustration. Her scream snapped him back to reality-he realized he'd actually hurt her. Blood was streaming, worse than he expected. "I'm... 'm sorry. Does it hurt a lot?" he asked, panic rising. "You tell me... what's wrong with you tonight?" Angela shot back, incredulous. She tried to stand but felt too weak to walk. Trey's guilt spiked. Without a second thought, he took Angela to the hospital to treat her injuries.

---- As he went downstairs, he made sure to stay aware of their surroundings. The neighborhood was quiet at this hour; both wore hats and masks. They should have gone unnoticed. But he didn't notice the car parked nearby stir as soon as his own drove off. Inside sat Lauren's people. The passenger held a camera, glancing at the interior. The shot wasn't clear, but enough to tell it was a woman. "Next time, be careful... that was way too rough..." Angela's face burned red as the doctor treated her wound, and she could only nod in agreement. "Is he your husband?

I'd like to inform him, but he's not here," the doctor asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice. Seeing couples wrapped up like this was unusual-she suspected an affair. "Yes, he is my husband!" Angela said firmly, her voice sharpening with pride, though she had initially been embarrassed to speak. After the treatment, Angela remained in a foul mood on the way back. She had hoped to rekindle passion with Trey, yet she ended up injured, and the one responsible didn't even dare to wait for her outside-as if she were someone who shouldn't be seen. ---- Trey knew she was upset.

Ashamed, he tried to soothe her. "I'm sorry. It's all my fault. But now that Lauren is home, it's unbearable for me too. You shouldn't see Pete for the next few days, and it's safest if we stay apart for now."