Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

Well, it was better than killing himself from frustrated love or something.

A few scantily-clad women noticed the handsome man, coming forward in succession to accost him.

"Go! He's not the man you can touch!" Cecelia chased them away, standing in front of Kevin.

A buxom blonde frowned at the teenage girl, "Who are you? Mind your own business!"

"He is my man. Got that?" Cecelia sat down on the sofa beside Kevin, shifted her legs, and cocked her head.

The blonde let out a disappointed snort and left whiningly.

Kevin watched coldly as Cecelia drove away those girls, remaining silent.

Cecelia, ignoring his cold look, moved closer to him. She picked up a cup in her hand and poured the whiskey in.

"Cecelia, what are you up to?" Kevin compressed his lips into a cool smile.

"Don't you drink? I'll drink with you." Cecelia drank up the whiskey in her hand. Wow, it rasped her throat. The last time she came to the bar, she only drank beer. The whiskey was much stronger, and her cheeks flamed with liquor.

"I don't need you to drink with me. Go home!" Kevin took the cup away from her hand when she was about to take one more drink.

"Bloody mean! Fine, I'll buy drinks myself! Waiter --" Cecelia gestured for the waiter to bring her a pitcher of beer. She asked the waiter to open all the bottles and took a swallow.

Kevin didn't care about her anymore and began to drink in silence.

The two sat on the sofa, one cup following another.

The hours wore on; night came. The glass table in front of them was now full of empty bottles. Cecelia was dead drunk and couldn't utter a complete word.

Kevin, who could drink a lot better than Cecelia, also got a little tipsy. He closed his eyes, sitting back upon the sofa.

Cecelia turned to him, falling into his arms drunkenly.

"You know, I've been into you since the first time I saw you. I'll always remember the day I saw you sitting on the bench, and dad was talking to you, trying to get you back to the Smith family, but your eyes were cold and distant... The loneliness in your eyes distressed me. I suddenly realized that you had suffered a lot, and I also knew that my parents owed you and your mother more than I could imagine. I really wanted to make it up to you for my parents, and take good care of you. I don't want to see you get hurt again... But you refused to come back. You were cold to the Smiths, and you never gave me a chance... Brother, when you gave everything to Savannah, did you ever think that someone else is waiting for you behind you?"

Kevin subconsciously pushed her away, but the girl wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing herself to him tightly. She inhaled deeply in his arms, murmuring,

"Brother, you know, after I met you, I wished I could grow up quickly every day. When I grow up, I can have the opportunity to be with you and take care of you. Now that I'm an adult, not a child, and your wedding to Savannah is off... Can you give me a chance?"

"You're drunk." Kevin sat straight in a wandering and mechanical way.

The last of his willpower kept him awake.

The girl was getting out of line.

Even if he and Savannah were not together, it was impossible for him to choose her!

Cecelia, however, clasped herself so close and tight to him, writhing her body against him.

"Brother, I'm not drunk. I meant what I said. Love me, okay?" At this, she raised herself on her feverish arm, pressing her lips to his.

Kevin wanted to push her away, but she held him so tight that he couldn't move her. Driven by the alcohol or something, he lost his head and kissed back before he could stop himself.

He let go – his hands moving of their own accord and twisting into her hair, pulling her to him, his mouth opening, his tongue stroking hers.

Such a scene of passion frequently happened in the bar, and it didn't draw much attention.

They kissed deeply. Cecelia moaned against his lips. Everything ignited inside her, and she was saying she wanted him.

"Take me... to somewhere quiet." Gasping for breath, she wrapped her arms around his neck, offering a more cordial invitation.

Kevin, driven by the alcohol and passions of her body, picked up her without rational thought, carrying her through the crowd to the second floor of the bar.

This was the place where he had occasionally come with Dan for relaxation, so he had booked a box here as a restroom.

He went in with the soft and frangible girl in his arms, holding her down on the sofa.

Cecelia, ready as she was, closed her legs nervously but slowly opened them again, trying not to be shy, whispering in his ear, "brother, I want to be your woman..."

This "brother" brought him to his senses. His muddled brain suddenly clarified. He looked down and realized who the woman was under him.

She was his sister...

What was he doing?

He almost failed to resist her temptation and made a drunken mistake!

Dizziness came to him.

"Brother..." Cecelia made a tentative sound when he did not move, but suddenly he fell on top of her. She gasped and gave him a little push, but he didn't respond.

She raised her head and looked at him closely. Then she saw that he was asleep.

His breath was clear and stable. He was not acting. It should be that the drink got up in his head.

With a wry smile, she gently turned him down and lay him on the sofa.

After drinking too much, he shouldn't wake up all night.

She yawned and slumped over the sofa, her thinking becoming woolly as sleep crept up on her, and soon she fell asleep.

***

When Cecelia woke up the next morning, she found herself sleeping on the sofa with his coat over her.

Kevin was nowhere to be seen.

She rose abruptly and opened the door. There were some guards from the Smith family waiting at the door.

"Miss, you wake at last." They sighed with relief.

"Where's my brother?"

The guards exchanged a glance with each other. "Mr. Wills called us in the early hours of the morning. He said you were drunk and asked us to guard you at the door. He left alone."