Chapter 239

Harrison's last whisper, "You didn't wear one that night," dissolved into the air before Nathaniel could fully grasp it.

All he caught was her refusal to take the morning-after pill again.

His mind instantly flashed to that incident when she'd collapsed from an allergic reaction to the pill because of Alexander. A cold, mocking smirk curled his lips. "If you could take it for another man, why not for me?"

What was he talking about?

When had she ever taken the pill for someone else?

In the past, he'd assumed she'd been with countless men, and she'd endured his accusations. But that night, he knew it had been her first time. Yet here he was, throwing those words at her again.

Harrison clenched her fist and swung at him.

The anger still burned. The hatred still simmered.

Nathaniel didn’t dodge. After the impact, he caught her small hand, his grip softening as he pulled her along.

"Wait," she murmured, voice barely audible. "I haven’t picked the condoms yet."

He paused, glancing at the shelf lined with small boxes. "One last chance. Choose again."

Under his intense gaze, she reached out and grabbed the largest size available.

She’d surrendered.

A low chuckle escaped him before he dragged her to the cashier. Payment made, he hauled her back into the car.

Inside the Rolls-Royce Phantom, Harrison checked the time. Emerald Heights was thirty minutes away. Thirty minutes would be enough.

She turned to the man beside her. "Let’s just go to Emerald Heights."

Nathaniel’s gaze lingered on her delicate features, his expression shifting. "Sit on my lap."

Harrison froze.

His hands moved fast. He gripped her waist and lifted her from the passenger seat, settling her onto his muscular thigh.

His leg was solid, radiating raw power. As her slender frame pressed against him, heat flooded her cheeks.

"Mr. Falcon, we’re in a car," she protested, attempting to shift away.

His hold tightened, keeping her in place. "We’ve done worse in a car. Why the hesitation now?"

She had no retort.

She squirmed in his grasp. "Mr. Falcon, let’s just go to Emerald Heights."

The driver’s seat was cramped, forcing their bodies flush together. Her movements only made things worse, her delicate form brushing against him in ways that darkened his gaze.

One hand stayed locked around her waist while the other slipped beneath her clothes, his breath scorching her skin. "Stop moving," he warned.

She’d been teasing him all day at the office, denying him any peace. Now, he intended to teach her a lesson.

Harrison frowned, her small hands clutching his wrist. Her fingers brushed against his expensive watch, cold and unyielding. She pushed against him, wincing. "Mr. Falcon, it hurts... You're hurting me..."

Her voice, fragile and sweet, carried a hint of something dangerously seductive. And suddenly, Nathaniel remembered.

He’d seen this side of her before.

In that dream.

The dream that now felt like a memory—vivid, real, as if it had truly happened.

Now, it was happening again. The same intensity, the same fire. His dark eyes locked onto hers, unreadable. "Even if it hurts, you’ll endure it."

Before she could protest, he crushed his lips against hers. The kiss was fierce, consuming, drowning her in his dominance until she could barely breathe.