BuzzNovelChapter 228
Upon arriving at Moonlight Lounge, Clara gently set the wheelchair down, helped Dylan into it, and wheeled him
towards their private room. Just as they got to the door, her phone buzzed with a message from Z: [I'm happy,
want to kiss you.]
Clara's cheeks turned a rosy red. This guy, always so direct with his words.
She didn't have tto reply immediately. After settling Dylan in the room and opening the door, she was
greeted by Nicholas, Jackson, and Richard already inside. These four seemed to hang out often. As the only
woman, she felt a bit awkward staying in the room.
Noticing her unease, Dylan said, "Go enjoy yourself outside." His tone was gentle, almost like he was soothing a
child.
Clara avoided looking at Jackson, who always seemed ready for a fight when they met. With Dylan's go-ahead,
she quickly left the room.
Inside, Nicholas put down his glass and asked Jackson, "Got any tips for impressing a woman?"
Jackson raised an eyebrow, thinking he must have misheard, "Say that again?"
Nicholas just pressed his lips together, choosing to stay silent.
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Richard chimed in, "Just make sure she's happy in bed. If she's not into you, maybe you're not trying hard
enough."
The comment seemed to hit a nerve with Nicholas, sparking a debate. Dylan,
meanwhile, had been quiet since they arrived, lost in his thoughts.
*
Once outside, Clara wandered around, her phone buzzing again. Another message from Z: [Where are you?]
She smiled and sent him her exact location: [Working, entertaining my boss.]
[I'm coming to find you,] he replied.
Clara furrowed her brows. It wasn't that she didn't want him to come, but Moonlight was a members-only place.
If he got stopped at the door, it could be awkward.
As she walked, she started typing a reply, but before she could send it, a hand reached out from a nearby room
and pulled her inside.
"Mmph!" Before she could say anything, she was caught in a kiss. He wore a thin shirt, and the room had a
subtle, elegant scent. Breathless, Clara pushed him back. She couldn't see his face, so she cupped it with her
hands.
"How did you get here so fast? Were you already followingwhen you sent that message?"
"Is that a problem?" He replied confidently, sensing her indulgence.
Clara chuckled softly, only to be spun around by him. She took a deep breath, knowing what was coming next.
"We're in a private room," she pointed out.
His chest pressed against her back, his voice playful. "But | want you."
His affection was always upfront, just like his texts. Clara could feel his intense desire, but she worried Dylan
might wrap up quickly, which would make things awkward if they weren't done.
He nibbled her ear, "I think about you every second. | want to text you so much but didn't want to annoy you."
Her heart melted instantly. Loving someone deeply often means overthinking everything, editing a text a
thousand times before deleting it entirely.
"Please?" He sounded like a kid persistently asking for candy.
Clara hesitated only for a moment before whispering, "Make it quick."
No sooner had she spoken than he sprang into action, like a wolf eager to satisfy
his cravings. Clara couldn't help but rise on her tiptoes.
Suddenly, footsteps approached from outside. Someone seemed to pause in front of the door.
Her heart leaped into her throat, and the next moment the door creaked open slightly. The man behind her
reached out, slamming it shut with authority, his voice commanding, "Get lost."
The person outside jumped, quickly realizing they had interrupted something private, and retreated. Clara's
heart, still racing, didn't have tto dwell on it. She noticed how the man, who had been so assertive, softened
his tone to whisper in her ear, "Let's continue."
Every pore of her skin felt alive, her body bubbling with excitement. She chuckled, patting the head resting on
her shoulder, "So fierce?"
"Only to others," he replied, burying his face in her neck, with no hint of gentleness. His sweet words were easy
to fall for, no wonder she'd been unable to resist him before.
The hallway lights brightened suddenly. However, he held her waist firmly, making her immobile. "Won't you let
He inhaled sharply, his breath revealing his agitation and self-doubt. Clara frowned, wondering what could make
him so insecure. In the next heartbeat, his action seemed determined to leave a lasting impression.
When it was over, she reclined against him, both now seated on the sofa, basking in the afterglow, not in the
mood to move. He took her hand, tracing his features repeatedly until Clara opened her eyes. He couldn't be
unattractive, so what was he worried about?
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