To exact revenge on her treacherous fiancé, Yvonne enticed Clayton into a liaison that promised advantages for both. Yet, when Yvonne spotted a woman resembling her at Clayton's side, she recognized she was nothing more than a substitute. Discovering Clayton's upcoming wedding, she departed with a generous severance sum. "Clayton, this is truly the end," she declared resolutely. On the very day Yvonne was set to marry someone else, Clayton showed up, desperation clear in his eyes as he dropped to his knees. "Yvonne, please, don't go through with it. Don't marry him."
In the dimly lit hotel room, twilight seeped through the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow over Yvonne Lawson. The room, swathed in silence, hummed quietly with the sound of heavy, eager breathing.
Yvonne's arm encircled Clayton Gibson's neck, her teeth catching his lower lip in a playful nip as her hand roamed boldly across his form, eventually tugging at his bathrobe belt.
"You've given in to me," Yvonne murmured, a teasing smile playing on her lips, edges curling with seduction. With a fluid motion, she stripped away the last barrier of cloth between them.
Clayton pressed Yvonne against the glass, his breath warm against her skin, his voice rough with barely contained desire.
He cautioned in a low growl, "Yvonne, consider the consequences." His hand braced against the window, the other lifting her leg, his words tinged with warning and allure. "Once we cross this line, there's no turning back for you and Louis."
"I'm aware," Yvonne responded, her gaze fixed on his midsection, her arms tightening around his solid waist, pulling him nearer. "Clayton, I've decided. I'm ready for what comes next."
When Yvonne discovered her boyfriend, Louis Gibson, in an affair with none other than her own sister, she reached a crossroads. She could have retreated to her room, numbed the pain with alcohol, and wept into her pillow. Instead, she chose a path of retribution.
She selected her next move with precision. Clayton, a single, six-foot-two man in the prime of his life at twenty-eight, was her chosen instrument. His physical strength was undeniable, but more crucial was his social standing.
Why wouldn't she ensnare Clayton, given Louis's audacious betrayal? An eye for an eye-it seemed only just.
Clayton's eyes, stormy with emotion, met hers. His gaze carried an edge of irony. "Let's not pretend here. You're using me to strike back at Louis, aren't you?" His voice was tinged with scoff. "Is that it? Willing to grab whatever chance you get for revenge? What do you take me for?"
Yvonne, once poised to be Louis's bride, now stood before him, Louis's uncle, a plan of vengeance weaving its threads around her former love. Had Louis remained faithful, their wedding would have been merely a month away.
Yvonne's expertly polished nails grazed Clayton's chest, descending to his taut abdomen and finally encircling his arousal.
"You can't hide your feelings, can you?" Yvonne's voice was a murmur of provocation as her fingers lingered. "This is nothing more than a fling fueled by our mutual longing. If you truly didn't want this, you wouldn't be here, secluded with me."
As she pressed her lips to his chest, her tongue lightly traced his muscles. "If you wish to stop me, do it now. I'm well sought after in town-there are plenty who would gladly take your place."
In her eyes, Clayton was not her only choice.
Her motive for tempting him was straightforward. She intended to use him.
And Clayton? Had he initially come here with pure intentions? It was unlikely he planned to persuade her to abandon her plans for revenge tonight.
Overwhelmed by desire, Clayton pulled Yvonne close, tightening his embrace as his breath quickened. He tilted her face up to his and kissed her passionately, her lipstick blurring under his pressure.
With a sly smile and eyes full of heat, he murmured, "Who would've thought that Yvonne Lawson of the esteemed Lawson family would reveal such daring once her clothes slipped off."
She possessed a boldness that could indeed make Clayton question his sanity.
His first encounter with her had been at a meticulously organized family gathering. She had appeared demure and compliant, the very model whom elder family members would admire.
Yet, who could have predicted that such a docile woman would not weep or throw a fit upon discovering her boyfriend's unfaithfulness? Instead, she chose to silently depart and later, on the night of her sister's engagement party to Louis, invite Clayton to a hotel room.
She loosened his tie, peeled off his shirt, and surrendered to the visceral desires against the backdrop of expansive windows.
Clayton gripped Yvonne's slender waist, his voice low and searching. "Yvonne, is this seduction merely a ploy to spite Louis, or is there another motive behind it?"
"I..." Yvonne started to reply, but Clayton's firm grip on her waist tightened.
He pressed closer, his look intense and his tone laden with warning. "Consider your next words carefully."
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