Unmasking the Heiress

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"Walter, I'm all cleaned up. What's next? If there's nothing, I'm off to bed."

Evangeline was about to head to the guest room, being considerate.

However, Walter called out, "Walt."

"What's up?" she looked back at him.

"Come here, sit with me."

Evangeline hesitated. With a resigned nod, she complied.

Walter's eyes gleamed with mischief as he watched her approach.

She walked over and brazenly sat on his lap. She pushed him back onto the bed and untiéd the robe's sash.

"I didn't see this coming," Walter murmured, his desire flaring.

"Oh? There's a lot you don't see coming," Evangeline quipped as she climbed onto him, the robe falling away to reveal swathes of pale skin. "Tell me, how did Julia take care of you last night?"

Beneath her, a bath towel was the only thing left covering him. It was clear he was more than ready for her teasing.

As their skin brushed against each other, the air crackled with electricity. The room was charged with a sultry heat and unspoken promises.

"She's got more game than you..." Walter groaned from beneath her, his voice a deep, seductive rumble. Despite his biting words, he pulled the beauty in front of him closer as if he wanted to consume her then and there. Desire threatened to engulf his every ounce of self-control.

Evangeline was used to his icy jabs, but instead of getting mad, she chuckled. Her kisses were a

wild mix of fierce and tender, and just when Walter thought he could not take it anymore, she playfully nipped his ear and whispered, "Guess what? It's that time of the month for me, Walter."

'Go chase after Julia if you're so smitten,' she mused silently.

Her words hit him like a cold shower, dousing his fiery lust in an instant.

Walter's face darkened, storm clouds gathering in his expression, his emotions a tangled mess he could not quite sort out.

Still, he held back, marking her collarbone with a possessive kiss.

"You earned this," he said icily, realizing she had tricked him. He got up, put on his clothes, and detached himself from the moment.

"Can't take a joke, huh?" Evangeline gloated.

She waved her phone with a smirk. "Don't get mad! If you're burning up, I could always call Julia. She's the cool, understanding type, right? She'd put out your fire in no time. And don't you worry, even though I'm still Mrs. Walter Gordon, I'm not the jealous type," she said w Walter remained frozen in that same intense stance, his body a sculpture of strength. His gaze, dark and piercing, held her captive, his eyes aloof and detached.

He chuckled. "You're quite the good wife, aren't you?"

He could not bear another second.

With a swift motion, he donned his coat, the door slamming shut behind him, leaving Evangeline in solitude.

The room fell silent, with only Evangeline left, her energy sapped, slumped on Walter's bed.

The sheets carried his distinct, potent scent-clean, sharp, and somehow comforting.

Her heart ached as if scorched by acid. It felt inexplicably tight and sore.