Remington hadn''t even finished his sentence when Lizetta, feeling guilty and startled, jumped on the spot.


    She spun around in a panic, pping her hand over his mouth.


    But she moved too fast, and her elbow smacked against the door with a loud thud.


    "Who''s there? Get lost!"


    From inside the room, Cassius''s voice boomed, filled with unusual irritation, as if they''d interrupted something very important.


    Remington raised an eyebrow, watching Lizetta''s flushed face. Was this littledy actually eavesdropping on some couple''s intimate moment?


    Hearing Cassius''s angry shout from inside, Lizetta shrunk back, pulling Remington along with her into the room across the hall. She felt the same heart- pounding embarrassment as if they''d been caught red-handed.


    Once the guest room door was safely shut behind them, Lizetta let out a long breath of relief. But as soon as she did, she realized something was off.


    How did she end up pinning Remington against the door?


    And more importantly, why was her hand still covering his mouth, feeling the ticklish warmth of his breath on her palm?


    Meeting Remington''s amused, dark gaze, Lizetta quickly pulled her hand back.


    She was about to step away when Remington''srge hand found its way to her lower back.


    Surprised, Lizetta gasped and pressed herself against his chest. He leaned down, his voice a seductive whisper in her ear.


    "Liz, what do you want to hear? I can whisper anything you like..."


    Heat rushed to her ears, a blush spreading down her neck. Lizetta red at him, "I wasn''t... I didn''t! I''m not a creep; I just wanted to see if they were arguing again."


    Remington''s gaze lingered on her delicate neckline. She wore a fitted dress with a square neckline, revealing her elegant corbones, which were now dusted with a rosy hue.


    His mind wandered to thecy lingerie he''d glimpsed earlier, imagining how she would look in it.


    He swallowed hard, his breath catching, his eyes turning dangerously dark as he lowered his head closer.


    Their breaths mingled, the air between them growing thick with tension.


    Just as the moment teetered on the edge of something more, a loud ringtone shattered the spell.


    Startled, Lizetta snapped back to


    reality, lowering her head just as


    Remington''s warm lips brushed her nose.


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    Frustrated, he veered to capture her lips again, but she pushed him away, flustered, "Answer your phone!"


    The ringtone continued, relentless.


    No longer ying along, Lizetta turned her head, as Remington, moment of mock defeat, rested his forehead of her shoulder  s


    tet


    Then, as if to mark his territory, he leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to her corbone leaving a tinglinge mix of pain and pleasure.  s


    Lizetta jumped, pinching his side, "Answer it!"


    With a reluctant sigh, Remington lifted his head, eyes locked on hers.


    "Just marking my spot, don''t run away!"


    She averted her gaze, and he smirked, "By the way, it''s your phone that''s ringing."


    Lizetta blinked, her mind catching up as she realized he was right.


    Quickly, she pushed him aside, fumbling for her phone, her eyes widening in panic.


    "Oh no, it''s a video call from my grandpa! You need to hide! Quick!"


    She opened the door, practically shoving Remington out to avoid a scandalous


    scene.