Chapter 143 Let’s Do It First

Chandler’s gaze was so intense, like his entire body was on fire, and his voice was thick with barely contained desire.

“Oh my gosh,” Meryl thought. She had only noticed how attractive his Adam’s apple looked, almost inviting a kiss. “So why is Chandler looking at me like that? Have I done something terribly wrong?”

Chandler leaned in closer, the sensation sending a shiver through her, making Meryl instinctively wrap her arms around his head as he nuzzled against her impatiently.

Meryl gasped, caught off guard by his passion. His kisses were a whirlwind, leaving her breathless and dizzy.

Chandler was skilled. In no time, Meryl melted under his touch, almost like she was turning into a puddle.

They were both grown-ups, and the desire between them was palpable.

Meryl sank back onto the plush bed, eyes glistening, a flush rising on her cheeks as she gazed up at him.

Just as their breaths grew ragged, Chandler’s strong hand began to trace a path down her waist. Suddenly, his phone buzzed insistently from his pocket.

The atmosphere was perfect, and the sudden sound of the phone ringing was a definite mood killer.

Chandler had no intention of answering it. Impatiently, he turned off the phone and tossed it aside.

But just then, Meryl’s phone started ringing.

As Meryl reached for it, Chandler grabbed her hand, an undercurrent of desire brewing between them, ready to erupt.

When Meryl spoke, she realized how hoarse her voice was. “What if it’s something important?”

Chandler’s self-control snapped. He pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. “It won’t be. Nothing’s more important than what we’re doing right now.”

His kiss was intense, leaving Meryl no chance to speak further.

In the darkness, Meryl heard a faint sound, like the unbuckling of a belt.

Chandler’s voice was deep and magnetic, laced with a tempting allure.

“Let’s do it first. Just once,” he murmured.

At his words, Meryl blushed deeply, burying her face in his chest.

But Chandler cupped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.

Meryl watched him, wide-eyed, as he thrust in, his dominance undeniable.

Her heart pounded wildly.

That evening, they lost themselves in each other, unable to get enough.

They were swept away in a whirlwind of passion.

Afterward, Chandler turned his phone back on.

Beside him, Meryl had already fallen asleep, exhausted, lying on her side.

Her long hair was spread across the soft pillow, with one strand resting right over his heart.

Chandler twirled a strand of hair between his fingers, playing with it lightly as he returned Dante’s call.

“Dinner tonight. Are you in?” On the other end, Dante seemed to be in the middle of a card game. “I’ve been waiting for you forever. Why are you calling me back just now?”

Chandler replied, “I was with my wife.”

Dante frowned, “Fuck off. It’s not like the rest of us aren’t married.”

Chandler chuckled, “Fair enough. Nearly divorced still counts as married.”

“Give me a break, will you? Who said I’m getting divorced? Anne’s pregnant, and I’m going to be a dad! We’re not splitting up!” Dante loudly retorted.

Lola, who was nearby, immediately looked over at him.

Seeing Dante hang up the phone, Lola walked over with a glass of wine and sat down beside him. “Dante, is Anne pregnant?”

“Yeah.” Dante nodded, tossing the cards in his hand onto the table and checking the time.

It was 8 PM.

He stood up, straightened his clothes, and said, “I’m calling it a night. Heading home.”

His poker buddies looked up in surprise. “Taking off so early?”

“Yeah.” Dante draped his coat over his shoulder. “You all have families too. You should head home early as well. What’s the point of playing cards when you could be with your wife and kids?”

“Look at you, all smug. Just because Anne’s been nice to you for a couple of days, you’re acting like you’re on top of the world.” One of them burst out laughing.

“Exactly! Weren’t you the one who got kicked out by your wife and begged us to play cards with you every night?”

Dante laughed and cursed, “Get out of here, all of you!”

Seeing him heading out, Lola stood up to follow.

Her big, glistening eyes looked innocent and harmless. “Dante, let me walk you out. I’m heading back too.”

The two left the private room, one after the other. As they walked, Lola suddenly twisted her ankle.