Chapter 245: The humiliation
Megan’s eyes lit up at Denis’s words. She hadn’t managed to win over Augustine, but Denis was a consolation prize.
He was wealthy, good-looking, and came from a powerful, influential family—everything she imagined in the man she wanted to marry.
Sure, there were no real feelings between them, not yet. But Megan was confident that she would win his heart easily.
"I also think the same," she said quickly, eager to seize the moment. "My father always said you were the ideal match for me. And now..." she leaned in, her foot trailing suggestively along his leg, "after meeting you in person, I think he was absolutely right."
She flashed him a seductive smile, eyes gleaming.
Denis’s expression shifted. His gaze darkened with raw desire. "I feel the same," he said, voice thick with lust.
In one swift movement, he tossed back the rest of his drink, then snatched the glass from her hand and set it aside. He pulled her in, crashing his lips onto hers in a rough, hungry kiss.
Megan let out a soft gasp, surprised by the sudden intensity, but she didn’t resist. Instead, she melted into the moment, threading her fingers through his hair as she kissed him back just as fiercely.
Within seconds, Denis dragged her onto his lap, his hands exploring her curves without hesitation, the kiss deepening, fueled by heat and impulse.
But just as things began to spiral, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He broke the kiss, breathless, and reached for it.
"Hold on," he murmured, pulling it out and glancing at the screen. Haris’s name flashed.