Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty

On the first floor, the guestroom was on the right while Olivier's bedroom was on the left. Olivier paused at the stairs before heading to the left.

A figure laid sprawled on his bed. Once proper and clean, the bed was now a mess. Fleur laid on her side, curve of her waist accentuated. Her ink-black hair fell across the covers.

Olivier drew near, stopping half a meter away from the bed. No woman had ever been on this bed besides her. Her dark dress made her skin look porcelain white with a hint of rosiness. This woman's beauty coupled with her throwing a scene like this, was really something.

Her pretentiousness made one want to squeeze her.

Fleur could not stand Olivier's silence any longer. She sat up cross-legged, clutching her pillow. He did not look like he planned to coax her at all.

His hands were empty too.

"Where's the meal?"

She said it as if she should be served. If this was not the product of some rich family pampering, it was likely from being spoiled by countless men.

Where she could order anyone around, have anyone do her bidding.

Olivier sat on the bedside. His masculine scent had Fleur softening up.

The moment he sat down Fleur leaned close to him.

With their height difference, Olivier easily saw the depth of her cleavage.

"Who did you learn that from?" Olivier's tone was warmer than before.

"What do you mean?"

"You thinking you can order me around, who taught you that?"

Fleur's eyelashes fluttered. "I wouldn't dare order Mr Martinez around, but are you suggesting that I can? If that's the case, come to bed with me." Olivier stayed still, eyes hazy and unfathomable.

If he was tough, she would be soft.

Fleur reached over to touch his collarbone. "I feel much better with you up here. You really don't want to come to bed?"

Olivier did not stop her hand. It slid up to his Adam's apple.

"Where did Simon touch you?" He suddenly asked. Fleur felt the rolling of his Adam's apple when he spoke. It tickled Olivier. He impatiently tugged her hand away. Fleur said, "You want to know?"

"Tell me."

"Just my face." That part was true. Not just touch, Simon had pinched her too. "And my arms and legs." Now those were lies.

"So based on how you behaved, you groped his entire body first? That's why he touched you back?"

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"Master Olivier." Fleur settled her arms on the pillow, eyes bright. "Have some faith in yourself, won't you? How could I think of other men when there's you? Even if you won't let me touch your body though I really want to, I wouldn't go to other men."

Touch your body...

Olivier's eyes suddenly darkened a bit, though his expression remained handsomely indifferent.

"Other men are nothing compared to you," Fleur said with a smile, leaning in. "Can I touch you now then?"

No one was more devilishly teasing than she was. Olivier looked at her and thought the words 'beautiful', 'gorgeous', did her no justice.

It was like selling your soul.

"Fleur Leroy." Olivier lifted her chin. "Are you really a virgin?"

As for how to seduce men, Fleur was skilled in this field.

To everyone else, The Stunning Club's owner must be a powerful figure who bowed to no one. Who had ever seen such a person play coy?

This kind of behaviour was deadly attractive and effective towards men.

"If you think I'm not, then there's nothing I can do, not even argue with you. Either way, you're the one who benefited from it. Other than secretly calling you a s*umbag, I can't do much else." "Didn't you already call me one?"

"I did, so come at me." Fleur dipped her eyes between his legs, then glanced up at him teasingly.

Olivier's lower abdomen clenched.

Fleur knew what was happening. She kissed his lower jaw, her sweet fragrance in the air. She pawed at his pants, seemingly innocent but no doubt on point with her actions. "Master Olivier, don't hold it in any longer. If it breaks, you might not be able to have kids in the future."

Overwhelming heat flashed in Olivier's eyes. This annoying woman needed to be punished! Olivier dipped down to kiss her.

Her lips were softer than he had imagined, with a tinge of sweetness.

The atmosphere began to get more intense.

Just then, Olivier's phone rang from his pocket.

"Don't answer it." Fleur kissed along his chin.

Olivier let her do so while retrieving his phone. The caller was Virginie.

Fleur grabbed the phone away.

"Don't answer it. Kiss me." She said softly.

She was too sexy.

Olivier held the back of her head and kissed her deeply. This time he was not just fueled by desire, but something else too.

Such as frenzy.

This emotion arose from that phone call he received.

The calls were persistent, a second call following the first unanswered one. Olivier let Fleur go in the end, as if his desire had been interrupted by the calls.

"Clean up and get to dinner. If you don't want to eat, go back to your room."

Olivier hurried to the bathroom with his phone in hand, his clothes in disarray.

Fleur rested on the bedside, looking wildly enticing. She tugged at her hair and exhaled deeply.

Fleur had changed into light-colored casualwear after taking a quick shower. Fleur had no idea where Lulu was as it was nowhere to be found in the house.

Camille was indeed quite the competent house helper. She always efficiently cleaned up any space without disrupting the furniture arrangement. She even handled the cat's litterbox well, and did not move that photo Fleur kept on her bed.

Fleur looked at the photo, a flash appearing in her eyes that quickly disappeared. She tucked the photo away into her bedside table, Samuel's handsome face fading in the darkness.

Fleur went downstairs.

Now clean and fresh, she looked much more approachable.

"Miss Leroy, you're so beautiful," Camille praised.

"Thank you." Fleur did not see Olivier at the dining table. She guessed he might still be upstairs.

She sat down, looking at the table. There were eight dishes in total. Two people eating eight dishes...seemed a bit extravagant. Fleur patiently waited for Olivier to come downstairs, not touching the ford The man came down five minutes later in dark casualwear. His loose short hair and the absence of his usual crisp business suit made him look more gentle and warm right now.

"You look handsome," Fleur gasped.