Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 1349: Standing in the doorway was a much older man. Sparse wisps of hair clung to his scalp, a boxy face riddled with pockmarks, and a pair of thick glasses resting on his nose. His lips were so swollen, they looked like sausages pasted above his chin. What drew her attention most was his bloated stomach, stretching his shirt in an unflattering bulge. Nothing could have prepared Linsey for a man showing up in the women's room. Instinct kicked in, and she grabbed the jacket, hugging it against her chest.

She tried to keep her voice even, but there was a cold edge as she told him, "You must be lost. This is the women's room. The men's is just across the hall." Instead of backing off, he let out a noisy burp, the stench of old food filling the air. He let out a low laugh. "No mistake. I came here on purpose." There wasn't much space separating them, maybe a few short steps. With nowhere for the smell to escape, Linsey felt her stomach twist as the odor hit her. Unable to fight the nausea, she slapped a hand over her mouth and gagged, dropping the jacket.

Her figure was exposed for a split second. Greed flickered in the man's eyes as he stared, Adam's apple moving with a swallow, his breath reeking of booze and fried food. "You look so alluring..." he blurted, staring openly. Every muscle in Linsey's back went rigid. Goosebumps prickled her skin. She backed up, heart pounding, and scooped the jacket off the floor, clutching it to her chest. "I don't care how drunk you are. If you don't leave right now, I'm calling the police!" A sly smirk curled on the man's lips as he wet them. "You've got it all twisted, gorgeous.

I only stopped by for a bite, just like you. Saw a pretty face and figured..." "Maybe we could chat, see if we click, maybe even be friends." Digging into his pocket, he started searching for something. Ltєѕτ ϲhρτєrs ιn glovєl.оm No part of Linsey wanted anything to do with him. She seized the moment, edging toward the exit while his attention was elsewhere. Even with booze clouding his senses, he reacted with surprising speed. "Where are you rushing off to? I'm not finished." He latched onto Linsey's wrist and flashed a business card at her.

"Let me go!" Linsey yelled, her voice cracking with frustration. He acted as if her outburst was nothing but background noise, muttering, "Name's Edmond Griffin. I run things over at Griffin Group, a top player in real estate." To make sure she got the message, he continued, "Ever heard of the Fortune Global 500? We landed 501st this year. Next time, we'll break right into the big leagues." "You're out of your mind!" Linsey kept pulling away. "Let me go. Do you understand?" The sight of Linsey's panicked eyes only made Edmond's interest more obvious.

His grip only tightened instead of letting up. "You're my type," he said in a voice thick with want, sliding his card down the front of her shirt. "So, tell me, what's your price? How much to spend the night with me?" . . .