Chapter 2

I hadn't even fully woken up when the door to my room was pushed open.

The familiar cedar scent of the man flooded my nostrils, and I let him press against me in total relaxation, raising my fragile white neck slightly and kissing the side of his face.

I can't tell you enough how innocent and provocative this kind of veiled face is when you're sleepy-eyed.

Sure enough, the man's breath ragged for a moment.

"Rested, huh?"

The other man's voice was husky and held a surprising amount of lustful color.

"Didn't get any rest and wanted to keep you company."

I wrapped my sticky arms around his shoulders and rubbed against his chest.

"So good?"

Peter grunted out a laugh, his chest vibrating and heaving.

"Of course, because Peter is my favorite."

Peter finally relented as my kisses reached the knot of his throat and his tall body completely enveloped me.

In an overwhelming onslaught of sensuality, I floated and sank with him, surrendering myself wholeheartedly.

Ryoga ended his movement.

Peter was leaning against the bed, his bare chest, one arm around me and a cigarette in the other.

Smoke this kind of, the man's sharp looks softened a few points, through a different kind of deep feelings.

I raised my hand to take the cigarette from him and passed it to my lips to take a drag, but a large, bony hand covered my mouth.

"Good girls aren't allowed to learn that."

He didn't look stern, but he spoke with a tone of voice that said nothing.

"I just wanted to try and see what you like the taste of."

I lowered my eyelashes, loss looming over my face.

"I don't like it, I'm just used to it, be good."

He said, lifting my hand for a kiss.

But those thin lips only rubbed over the back of my hand like a dragonfly, and in the next second, Bai Jing's voice, whose eyes clearly contained unhappiness, rang out, "Didn't I tell you to go remove your nails? Why do you still have them?"

The cardamom at the tip of the tender green fingertips is red, more and more set off my fingers white and pink.

Unfortunately, Peter didn't like it.

Seeing that I didn't respond, the other person swept me into his arms, his low voice with coaxing, "Go ahead and remove it, I like you to keep it simple, it doesn't look good to get a manicure."

I raised my eyes to meet his, which were full of me, yet I knew he was not looking at me, but at someone else.

It's not so much that he likes me simple, but that he likes me to keep it as simple as another person.

Peter had a lover who unfortunately died in a kidnapping that came against him.

Rivermist's north and south have long been at loggerheads, with Peter holding the southern market and the city's gangsters, the Thorne family, entrenched in the north.

On the one hand, there is a ruthless character who came out from the slums, and on the other hand, there is a big family with disjointed power.

The Thorne family can't stand being caught up with someone of Peter's humble beginnings, even as the other man shows vague signs of trying to overpower him.

At that time, Peter had a lover, Nicola, and everyone knew that Nicola had saved his life and Peter spoiled her to death.

So the Thorne family orchestrates a kidnapping of the other woman they love in order to force Peter to give up the municipal project he is working so hard on.

The project is so massive that anyone who can chew on it will surely break the stalemate that was dividing the north and south at the time.

As an up-and-coming force in the Frontier, Peter was in a good position to win that tussle.

As the kidnappers put a knife to Nicola's neck and force a choice, Peter chooses between his woman and his career.

The three shots released in quick succession hit the kidnapper's arms and heart, and the dagger clanked to the ground.

Peter rushed forward, and before he could catch Nicola, who was lunging towards him, she was shot through the heart by the kidnapper, who had somehow managed to struggle to his feet.

The other guy had a gun. Peter didn't know.

A single blow killed him, and Nicola didn't even have time to leave him a last word before she breathed her last.

Perhaps because of guilt, perhaps because of remorse, since then, the name Nicola has become Peter's taboo, no one can mention.

He didn't describe himself as haggard, he didn't get depressed and drunk, it's just that every lover he's had since then has looked like Nicola.

And I, for one, am the most like her.

Everyone says I'm nothing more than a high-class stand-in who's been temporarily favored.

But that's okay, I'm thankful that my face, which looks like the other lover's, allowed me to stay by his side without any problems.

"Upset?"

Peter's faint voice called back my thoughts.

I snapped back to my senses and smiled up at him obediently, "No, I'm going to take it off today, I was too tired to go out when I got back last night."

Speaking of last night, he seemed to remember something and frowned between his eyebrows, "Change your perfume, don't use the original one."

I jumped inside, knowing that he had about smelled the perfume on Trevor.

The man's possessiveness is something I've learned a long time ago.

"Okay, what do you like? I'll listen to you."

I reached out and wrapped my arms around his strong, lean waist, delight roiling up in my downcast eyes.

"I like ......"

Before the words were finished, there was a cell phone ringing abruptly.

He probed for it and the word Andrea jumped across the screen.