Chapter 72 Honey Trap
Chapter 72 Honey Trap
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The shadowy figure opened the sack and dragged out the unconscious Sharon, tossing her onto Jensen’s bed without the slightest care. Then, they lit a single stick of aphrodisiac incense on the bedside table.
Their taskplete, they exited silently through the balcony, carefully wiping away every trace of their presence.
Jensen emerged from the shower, but the heat inside him had only intensified. Even the cold water hadn’t cooled his burning skin.
Still dazed, he walked out of the bathroom and copsed onto the bed-only to freeze.
There was someone else on it..
He turned his head sharply-and saw Natalie lying peacefully beside him.
His breath hitched.
“Natalie? Is that you? You’re back? Or… am I dreaming?”
He reached out, trembling, afraid that touching her would shatter the illusion.
At that moment, Sharon began to stir.
Her entire body felt strange, flushed with heat, ovee by an unfamiliar craving.
What was happening to her?
She opened her eyes-only to find Jensen gazing at her with such deep affection, it made her heart pound.
“Jensen?”
She blinked in disbelief.
Since Natalie’s death, she hadn’t seen Jensen look at her like that-hadn’t felt that kind of hunger from him.
Her heart swelled,
She suddenly remembered Mrs. Summers’ words: If you can get pregnant with Jensen’s child, the Mrs. Luke title will be yours for good.
Now that Natalie was dead, she couldn’t allow another woman to take her ce.
With that thought, Sharon slipped her arms around Jensen’s neck and whispered sweetly, “Jensen…”
Jensen felt the soft breath on his ear and his body surged with fire.
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Chapter 72 Honey Trap
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This wasn’t a dream-he could feel her.
Natalie… she was alive.
“Natalie!” he choked out, pulling her into his arms, holding her so tightly it was as if he wanted to fuse her into his very bones.
But the moment Sharon heard that name, her eyes shed with hatred.
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But it didn’t matter.
As long as she and Jensen slept together and she got pregnant, Natalie would be nothing but a shadow in his past.
She leaned up and kissed his ear.
Already burning, Jensen lost thest thread of control. He flipped her over, pinned her down, and kissed her hungrily, overtaking her breath in seconds.
Sharon moaned, responding eagerly.
In matters like this, she preferred passion and dominance.
She vaguely recognized the setting-this was Grand Pavilion.
She didn’t know how she got there, but none of that mattered. She was going to make sure Jensen never left her again.
The two of them quickly sank into desire.
The room’s temperature spiked, hot and heady.
Outside, the shadowy figure stood watching from a distance. They smiled coldly, then began forwarding a message to every major news outlet:
“Want to know who Luke Corp CEO Jensen has been hiding away all these years? Come to Grand Pavilion, Vi
302.”
Missionplete, the figure vanished into the night.
…
Not long after, reporters flooded toward Grand Pavilion.
Normally a fortress of privacy, Grand Pavilion’s security system inexplicably failed that night. No guards appeared, no rms sounded. It was as if the gates had been left wide open.
After their passionate encounter, Jensen and Sharon had both passed out, tangled in exhaustion.
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Chapter 72 Honey Trap
The reporters arrived, hesitated briefly at the front door, then knocked.
No response.
Someone pushed.
To everyone’s shock, the door swung open.
They stared at one another, stunned.
“What’s going on? It’s not locked?”
“No clue. But we’re here-let’s go.”
The urge for a scoop outweighed any hesitation. One by one, they slipped inside.
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After all, Jensen-the ever-reclusive CEO of Luke Corp-had never been seen with a woman. Rumors swirled for years that he might not even like women.
Yet every Valentine’s Day, Jensen would order exclusive jewelry and luxury gifts. No one knew who he was giving them to-until now.
This could be the scandal of the decade.
They tiptoed through the vi, drawn by the faint sound of movement behind a bedroom door.
And when they opened it-
Jensen and Sharon stirred at the same time.
“Ahhh!”
A piercing scream tore through the air.
Sharon jolted awake to a crowd of strangers with cameras and shing lights aimed directly at her.
And worst of all-she was naked under the sheets.
She screamed instinctively, her arms clutching the nket to her chest.
Jensen, groggy and disoriented, sat up with a pounding headache-just in time to see the room full of shing
cameras.
And he immediately understood,
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