Episode 91

"No wedding, no acknowledgment. People probably think I'm just your mistress!"

Elijah felt a pang of something—sympathy, perhaps?—but the sensation vanished as Sandra spat, "Elijah the jerk."

His expression hardened. "You said the wedding didn't matter, yet here you are, weaponizing it. Seems like the real hypocrite isn't me."

Sandra hesitated, her brow furrowed, then shook her head dismissively. "Hypocrite? Hardly. I own my choices. However, I do regret giving you that twenty million. He squandered my money on designer clothes and baubles for his darling little treasure!"

Elijah scoffed, his laugh cold. "Believe me, your small fortune would be worthless to me, even if I were destitute."

Sandra shrugged nonchalantly. "Bankrupt, are you? Well, join the club. You're quite the package, but I'm broke. I can't afford your upkeep, so maybe you should leave."

She reached for the car door. In one swift motion, Elijah pulled her back. "What now? Didn't learn your lesson the last time? Trying that stunt of jumping out of the car again?"

For a moment, Sandra was silent, enveloped in his grasp. Elijah assumed he'd rattled her, but how logical could one expect a drunk person to be?

Sandra nestled closer, her sultry eyes narrowing. "You hugged me first! So, it's not me taking advantage, but you inviting it!"

Her fingers grazed his neck as she tilted her head, her lips brushing his Adam's apple. She whispered, "You smell so… wonderful."

Elijah swallowed, feeling a wave of desire. Sensing his firm hold, Sandra tried to wriggle free, slurring teasingly, "It's just too big—it doesn't feel right."

Her voice was provocative, playful rather than critical.

"Sandra, control yourself," Elijah murmured, his voice low and commanding.

But Sandra mischievously hooked a finger under his chin, her gaze sparkling. "Why should I? What are you afraid of? Afraid to kiss me? Or… are you just all bark and no bite?"