Love On Ice: Don’t Leave Me, My Charming Liar

Chapter 14: She nodded, and the waiter departed. Nyla pushed the door open to reveal a man lounging casually in a chair, his focus entirely on the game he was playing on his phone. When he glanced up and saw her, his eyes widened briefly with admiration before he quickly stashed his phone. Nyla caught his expression and offered a polite smile. "Mr. Fowler." "Miss Green," Trevor Fowler replied, rising slightly from his seat. His gaze roamed over her, lingering inappropriately in places, his expression betraying his thoughts.

"You truly live up to your reputation as a beauty." Nyla's stomach turned at the blatant lust in his eyes, but she maintained her composure. Taking her seat, she got straight to the point. "Mr. Fowler, I assume you know why we're having this meal," she began, her tone crisp. "Let me save us both some time-I have no intention of getting married. And since you've just been released, I'd imagine you're not eager to be tied down either." Her words were a sharp reminder that he'd just gotten out of jail. Trevor leaned back in his seat, twirling his phone between his fingers. "Fair enough.

But I can't just let this opportunity go to waste, can I?" He stood and sauntered closer, his smile turning sly. "Miss Green, I heard you're willing to do anything for money," he said, his voice dropping suggestively. "If you satisfy me today, I'll tell my mother I'm not interested in the engagement. Problem solved. What do you say?" Nyla watched him, her expression cool as he loomed over her, his eyes gleaming with smugness. When she didn't respond immediately, Trevor took her silence as agreement. He reached out, fingers tilting her chin, his hand beginning to slide downward.

But before he could get any further, Nyla's hand shot up, gripping his wrist tightly. "Mr. Fowler," she said evenly, her voice carrying an edge, "aren't you getting ahead of yourself?" gαℓησνs․com, home to unforgettable stories Nyla slowly lifted her head, her striking eyes locking onto Trevor's. The subtle movement was enough to captivate him. Months in prison had left him starved for female attention, and none of the women he'd known could compare to the vision before him now. Trevor felt a swell of satisfaction with his mother's arrangement.

Nyla was a prize far beyond what he had expected. "Not at all. Soon, you'll be begging for it," Trevor said smoothly, taking her hand and pressing it to his lips in what he no doubt believed was a chivalrous gesture. "I need to use the restroom," Nyla replied coolly, withdrawing her hand and rising from her seat. Before she could take a step, Trevor grabbed her, pulling her into his arms. His head dipped toward her neck, and his hands roamed her waist. "Why the rush?

Soon, I'll make you feel so good, you'll forget everything else," he murmured, his voice thick with arrogance as he inhaled the light fragrance lingering on her skin. Nyla's patience snapped. She wrenched his hands off and turned to face him, her expression icy. "Mr. Fowler, you just got out of jail. Are you in a hurry to go back?" . . .