My Substitute CEO Bride

Tatiana's face could cause the downfall of cities. Her features were so finely crafted that they were flawless. The alcohol had flushed her cheeks a rosy hue, and her eyes shimmered with a drunken moistness, blending gentleness with allure.

Her face oozed a melancholy that made her seem pitifully charming.

Any normal man's heart might stir from being alone with a beautiful woman in a secluded place like this.

Nash swallowed hard, then averted his gaze. "We should rest early, gather our strength, and aim to climb the mountain before dawn!"

"Mmm!" Tatiana nodded, then picked up the rechargeable lamp from the floor and adjusted its light to a soft red.

Nash's eyelids twitched wildly.

This atmosphere... Was she doing this on purpose?

Tatiana stood up from the chair, sashaying her hips as she had seen in a video as she made her way toward Nash. However, after just a couple of steps, she stumbled over a stone blocking the coal. Tatiana fell toward Nash, a swear escaping her lips. This was certainly not her intent! Nash shot forward and caught Tatiana with one arm, preventing her from hitting the ground.

Despite the layers of her sweatshirt and undergarments, Nash could still feel the dough-like softness on Tatiana. She emitted a faint, milky fragrance. It was her natural body scent, not at all perfume.

Nash felt his mouth go dry, but he suppressed the rising impulse. He steadied Tatiana, his voice firm as he said, "You've had too much to drink, and you're not even heading in the right direction. Your air mattress is over-"

He was cut off mid-sentence as Tatiana's soft, warm lips pressed against his. Her hands clung to his shirt, her eyes shut tight. Her heart was practically pounding out of her chest.

Nash pushed Tatiana away, his expression serious. "Go to sleep. I've already told you, I have a wife."

He had once been known as the Smiling Grim Reaper. He was no saint. Still, he did not want to take advantage of someone vulnerable.

Tatiana was clearly intoxicated. If he were to take her chastity now, she might resent him once she sobered up. Moreover, he and Tatiana had only just met.

Tatiana lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes as she began to speak in a soft, aggrieved voice, "I've already said it just now. It's uncertain whether we can even make "I've never experienced being a woman... Can't you let me be a woman just once?"

Her last words were as faint as a mosquito's buzz, but Nash heard them.

This woman was playing with fire!

"I know you have a wife, but I don't mind. Just treat it as a one-night stand!" Tatiana tugged at Nash's

clothes. Her expression was a miet

of grievance and shyness. It was immensely tempting. Her face was burning hot. She had no idea how she managed to utter such bold words.

Nash sighed. "Stop fantasizing. Just go to sleep!"

out of the mountain alive.

No sooner had he spoken than Tatiana was already hugging him from behind. Nash was only wearing a thin shit and could feel the

softness on his back clearly. Even

with his strong will, he could not help but breathe rapidly now. His

hormones were surging.

Tatiana's hand slid down Nash's abdomen, and Nash inhaled sharply. He grabbed her soft, tender wrist and pulled it away. Then, turning around, he affixed his dark eyes on Tatiana as he growled. "You won't regret this?"

"I won't. Take me." Tatiana's hands reached up to Nash's neck as she breathed softly. Nash inhaled deeply, then fiercely scooped up Tatiana's pretty face and kissed her.

The night passed slowly. As snow and wind hurtled wildly outside, boundless joy and passion surged inside. The affection was endless.

...

Some time passed before Tatiana

awoke from her slumber. Lying on the bed, she was covered with a blanket. Nash was sitting by the fire, grilling meat. Using the inner pot of a rice cooker, he also had fish and lobster chowder going.