Chapter 232
Harrison spotted Daphne standing frozen at the doorway.
Daphne had arrived.
The commotion outside had drawn her from bed, leading her straight to Nathaniel's location. That's how she'd found this private room.
When her gaze landed on Harrison straddling Nathaniel, her innocent eyes darkened with venom. The hatred radiating from her could have poisoned the air between them.
A cold smirk curled Harrison's lips. As Nathaniel tried to pull away, she suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and flipped their positions, pinning him beneath her.
Now she dominated.
Daphne's jaw dropped. She'd never imagined Harrison would dare take such bold control.
The audacity!
Nathaniel stiffened as Harrison's fragrant body settled against him again. His jaw clenched in displeasure. "What game are you playing now? Get off."
Harrison didn't budge. "Mr. Falcon, whose performance did you prefer - mine or Isabella's?"
The same question from earlier.
Nathaniel remained silent.
Harrison's delicate finger traced circles on his sculpted chest, deliberately teasing. "Then let me ask something else. That night...what exactly happened between you and Daphne?"
Nathaniel's muscles tensed as he grabbed her wandering hand.
Truthfully, he couldn't remember. Only the vivid dream about Harrison remained.
But pride would never let him admit that.
Knowing Daphne lurked outside, Harrison locked eyes with Nathaniel, her gaze smoldering. "So where did it happen? The bed? The couch? Or maybe in your car—"
Nathaniel's grip tightened around her porcelain waist. His eyes darkened dangerously. "Harrison, must you seduce me every damn day?"
He'd brought Daphne here, yet Harrison had effortlessly stolen his attention.
Isabella had danced close before, but Harrison's current position and provocative questions about preference drove him wild.
She was relentless.
Nathaniel glared. His earlier words had been spoken in anger, but he couldn't deny - her face belonged on magazine covers.
When she played the temptress, she became irresistible.
She possessed skills no rival could match, always seizing what she wanted. No man stood a chance against her.
Nathaniel surged upward, capturing her soft lips in a punishing kiss.
Harrison froze mid-taunt. She'd been provoking him, but hadn't expected this response.
She didn't pull away. Instead, her sharp gaze flicked to the doorway where Daphne stood.
Daphne's face had drained of color. Nathaniel had been cold to her, yet kissed Harrison with such passion.
The truth struck Daphne like lightning - Nathaniel loved Harrison.
When a man truly loved, it showed. Isabella, Daphne...everyone around Nathaniel sensed it. He was utterly captivated.
Harrison's icy stare met Daphne's. The younger girl clenched her fists and stormed away.
The moment Daphne disappeared, Harrison pushed against Nathaniel's chest.
His grip on her waist tightened. "Problem?" His voice had gone rough.
Harrison met his gaze unflinchingly. "Mr. Falcon, I just made Daphne run away."