Possessed No More: The True Star Returns to Claim Her Throne-Chapter 73: Are You the Bad Thing?

Riley Perry believed in returning favors. If someone took care of her, she would be sure to return the favor.

The temperature in the car skyrocketed. President Sinclair’s eyes darkened, and with a sharp tug on the hand gripping Riley Perry’s ankle, he pulled her into his lap.

"And who was it this afternoon, playing dead and saying she couldn’t take any more, hmm?" His voice was deep and magnetic, impossibly seductive.

Riley Perry felt a thrill of anticipation. Her slender fingers first traced the man’s handsome, thin lips, then moved down to his chin, his Adam’s apple, and the buttons of his shirt. The first one came undone, then the second...

"I’m in a good mood today. And when I’m in a good mood, I’m good to go again. What, you don’t like it?"

Cole Sinclair: ’...Didn’t he like it? No, he absolutely loved it!’

With his shirt open, Riley Perry’s hands roamed freely across his chest. Her red lips pressed against his collarbone, and he couldn’t help but let out a low, suppressed groan.

Riley Perry pinched a tender bud on his chest and brought her lips to his ear. "Shh, brother. You can’t make a sound," she whispered, her voice a playful lilt. "Someone might hear us."

That one word—"brother"—sent a shiver through Cole Sinclair’s very core. His gaze on Riley Perry turned dark and bottomless. ’This woman is going to be the death of me. An absolute siren!’

"Riley, call me brother again, hmm? Just one more time."

"Oh, so you like it when I call you brother?"

Cole Sinclair’s hands tightened on her slender waist. "Mhm."

Riley Perry laughed triumphantly. "Well, that’s a shame. I’ve decided I’m not going to call you that anymore, Mr. Sinclair!"

Cole Sinclair assumed she was just playing hard to get, so he deliberately nuzzled against her chest, trying to coax her into calling him "brother" again. But Riley Perry refused to speak, content to simply fuel the fire she’d started.

A man could only take so much teasing, especially when the woman in his arms was a siren incarnate.

A tearing sound echoed in the car as Riley Perry’s qipao was ripped open. Her pale, smooth skin was instantly exposed to the air, and the sight made the man’s throat tighten.

That night, the Rolls-Royce with the license plate "Long A 88888" spent a full two hours driving around before finally returning to The Imperial Crest Apartments. When the car stopped, the rear door opened, and Cole Sinclair carried Riley Perry out, his suit jacket draped over her body, leaving her long legs mostly exposed.

"Hurry up, it’s cold."

A look of pure satisfaction was on the man’s face, and the usual chill was gone from his voice. "And whose fault is that? Hmm? You brought this on yourself, didn’t you?"

The woman in his arms let out a huff, her pale, jade-like calves swinging defiantly. "It’s your fault for having no self-control! Your hands couldn’t keep to themselves and you ripped my dress. This is all on you!"

Cole Sinclair deliberately adopted a threatening tone. "You’re getting quite bold, aren’t you? Daring to say my hands couldn’t keep to themselves?"

Riley Perry: "So what if I did? Next time you rip my clothes, I’ll make you pay for them!"

Cole Sinclair: ’But... didn’t I buy that dress for you in the first place?’

’The old saying about women being unreasonable was truly a pearl of wisdom.’

The two of them were already inside the elevator. Finding it empty, Riley Perry finally let out a sigh of relief.

Seeing her relief, Cole Sinclair couldn’t help but find it amusing. "Relax, I’ve got you covered tightly. Nothing’s showing except for your calves."

’How could he let anyone else get a look at his woman? His bodyguards had already taken over the security room and turned off all the surveillance cameras. He just didn’t tell the little siren in his arms because he enjoyed teasing her.’

They reached the twenty-first floor in no time. The elevator doors opened, and Cole Sinclair carried her to the apartment door. "Open it."

Riley Perry reached out to scan her fingerprint and open the door. The feeling of being covered by nothing more than a jacket was deeply uncomfortable.

Cole Sinclair carried her straight to their bedroom. Just as Riley Perry was about to head for a shower, he tossed her onto the bed. The suit jacket fell away, leaving her sprawled across the sheets like a jade statue. "Mr. Sinclair, you’re not thinking of doing something naughty again, are you?"

"Are you ’something naughty’?"

She couldn’t see it, but as Cole Sinclair spoke those words, his ears had turned bright red.

Riley Perry pressed her lips together. After a long moment, she managed to squeeze out a single word: "...Pervert!"

A deep chuckle echoed from the bedroom. "Only for you..."

...

「A wanton night.」

...

Cole Sinclair woke up at his usual six o’clock to wash up and exercise. Although he made a point to be quiet, by the time he was done getting ready, the person on the bed still hadn’t woken up. He started to feel that familiar itch again.

He walked toward the bed as he buttoned his shirt, reaching out to pinch Riley Perry’s cheek. "Time to get up. You don’t have any gigs today, do you? Come to the office with me."

Woken by the pinch, Riley Perry just pulled the covers over her head, pretending not to have heard him.

Cole Sinclair’s hand paused mid-button. He bent over and began to pull at the blankets, finally managing to fish out the whimpering woman who clearly didn’t want to be touched. "Be good. You can sleep at the office just the same. I’ll even help you get dressed."

Riley Perry’s face was a mask of refusal. "No, no way! I have to go to my agency to clock in today."

’She was a public figure, after all. If someone at his company recognized her and posted about it online, it would just be another scandal attached to her name.’

’What had she really done wrong, anyway? She’d just coveted a certain someone’s handsome face and slept with him. He was single, she was single. It wasn’t like it was illegal!’

’But the world was just this unfair. A man with a rich dating history would, at most, be called a romantic casanova.’

’A woman, on the other hand, just had to date a few boyfriends to be subjected to all sorts of vile slander—the nastier, the better.’

Cole Sinclair’s eyes darkened slightly. "But you don’t have work, do you? Then come find me after you clock in."

"Nope, not going."

"Why not?"

"Because I have an acting class. Oh, just hurry up and go to work! Don’t you have a morning meeting? You don’t want to be late."

...

Cole Sinclair left with a dark expression on his face, clearly displeased.

Riley Perry noticed, of course, but she paid it no mind. ’If you take a man too seriously, he won’t take you seriously at all.’

’Besides, her primary goal was to make money. Anyone who got in the way of that was a stumbling block she would kick aside without a moment’s hesitation.’

Once Cole Sinclair was gone, she quickly got out of bed. After circulating her Spiritual Power throughout her body, all her fatigue vanished. She washed up quickly, and then headed straight for the dining room.

Hearing the noise, Auntie Lewis came out. "Miss Perry, would you like breakfast now? I’ll bring it right out for you."

Riley Perry replied, "Thank you."

Auntie Lewis gave her a kind smile. "No need to be so formal, Miss Perry."

With that, she went to serve the meal.

Auntie Lewis was a long-time member of Cole Sinclair’s household staff. When he decided to live here, he had her transferred over to take care of his three daily meals. The main housekeeper also sent other staff to handle the apartment’s cleaning, but they mostly came over after the master of the house had left for work. In any case, Riley Perry didn’t have to worry about a thing.

Breakfast, prepared by Auntie Lewis, consisted of soup dumplings, fried dough sticks with soy milk, and millet congee. There were also four different side dishes, each served on a small saucer—the perfect portion for one person without being wasteful.

After savoring her delicious breakfast, Riley Perry got ready and left the apartment. The new van she had bought for work had been delivered, but she didn’t want to drive it on her days off. Cole Sinclair had also given her a top-of-the-line Lincoln SUV, which was parked in the building’s garage. In fact, he had left several cars there for her to choose from as she pleased.

Riley Perry hopped into the new, already-registered car and drove off, leaving her driver behind.