Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 153: Right then, Candice began to panic uncontrollably. She regretted getting into the car. She had made a mistake, and she didn't know what this man's erratic behavior would lead to. She struggled, fear overwhelming her. "Please, don't make a move unless you want me to completely lose it. Anything other than that, I just cannot promise," she pleaded. She was entirely at Milton's mercy. He did his best to keep himself in check as he pressed her beneath him.

Candice bit her lower lip and murmured, "Calm down." "I'm already as calm as I can be," Milton replied, holding her arms even more securely. She had flatly rejected him twice in Greyson's presence. It could be said that she had trampled on his dignity without considering anything. As his anger subsided, though, he didn't give it any thought. His only goal now was to find her. No one had ever made him compromise his status like this before. "How about we take this conversation outside?" Candice suggested. It was unwise to remain in such a risky position any longer.

"We can talk right here," Milton gazed down at her. Candice was speechless. They couldn't have a reasonable conversation like this. Tension was rising in the car. Candice was virtually lying down on the leather seat, her back against the backrest. Some of her long hair lay across her, and some of it was on the floor. There had never been a time when she looked so alluring! She felt her chest heave, her breathing becoming labored. Milton's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and he was nearly unable to breathe. So, he reached up and undid his tie. Candice was shaken by this move.

Her first reaction was to try and get away. New content available now at gⱯlnσνℓs․cøm "I told you not to move!" Milton said, his tone serious. What part of what he said didn't make sense to her? Only God knew the nature of his suffering. He had no intention of restraining himself. Someone walked past the car just then. "Holy crap! Look at this luxury car. I've heard wealthy people like to have sex in their cars after driving to the lake, and it's true!" "Please lower your voice. They might hear us inside. Let's go! We must avoid upsetting the wealthy at any cost." The voices then faded away.

Candice's cheeks flushed suddenly. She felt embarrassed. In reality, they weren't having sex in the car. . . .