The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen-Chapter 137: Addicted to Her

"I lost a button and asked Master Thorne to lend me a collar clip."

Jasper Yale carefully examined the item in his hand, made of platinum with a circle of small diamonds around it.

It’s so flamboyant, very fitting for Shawn Thorne.

"Give it to me first." Yelena Hughes reached out her hand.

Jasper Yale placed his arm to the side, his gaze fixed on her chest, "You haven’t answered my question yet."

"Didn’t I already say so? My button fell off..."

"Why did it fall off just like that?"

What else could Yelena Hughes say, "I couldn’t hide fast enough upon seeing Master Thorne, how could I have anything to do with him?"

Jasper Yale pulled her hand down; she was wearing black underwear underneath, clearly visible.

"When he lent you the collar clip, did he see you like this too?"

Yelena Hughes wanted to raise her hand to shield herself, but both her hands were held tightly by Jasper Yale, pinned to her legs, unable to move, "Didn’t you say you brought me here for an interview?"

"You can ask whatever you want, I can answer you right now."

With his gaze fixed on her, Yelena Hughes felt uncomfortable all over, and although Jasper Yale’s fingers were slender, they had incredible strength; she couldn’t budge at all.

"I wasn’t prepared, so I don’t have the interview script."

"Then go off-script." Jasper Yale leaned back.

Yelena Hughes felt somewhat uneasy. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

She knew Jasper Yale didn’t genuinely want her here for an interview; she looked around the rather private space—in other words, if Jasper Yale wanted to do anything here, it would be quite easy.

She was seriously here for work, but clearly, this man’s mind wasn’t that simple.

Yelena Hughes exhaled lightly, "Mr. Yale, what are your usual hobbies?"

Jasper Yale’s gaze enveloped her like silk, like hooks, winding around her.

"Sleeping with you."

Yelena Hughes was so shocked she froze for two or three seconds before her face showed indignation.

She used all her strength to break free from Jasper Yale’s hold, "Young Master Yale, do you think messing with me like this is fun? You’ve taken up my time to interview others, that’s a project I’ve prepared for a week. Now, my colleague has replaced me; do you know what that means?"

"Isn’t there enough news about me for you to dig?"

Indeed, he just threw those ’sleeping with you’ words at her, asking her to make do with it?

"I’m working hard to move up, I don’t want others stepping on my shoulders." In her life, reality took a considerable part.

Yelena Hughes tried to stand up, "I’ll head out first."

Jasper Yale pulled her back, "Leaving just like that?"

Yelena Hughes took a deep breath and reached out her hand.

Jasper Yale flung Shawn Thorne’s collar clip far off, and not only that, he pulled harder, causing another button below Yelena Hughes to pop.

"You—"

She was furious, her face flushed bright red, and stood up from the sofa.

Yelena Hughes looked down at the man confidently seated there, always high and mighty, in a noble manner.

She pressed her hand at her chest, "Young Master Yale, as soon as you see me, is that all you think about?"

"Yes." Jasper Yale almost didn’t think much of it; to him, Yelena Hughes could be somewhat addictive.

Isn’t that good news for her?

Yelena Hughes’s eyes, however, held a dimness, "So you can ignore the setting, regardless of whether I’m willing."

Jasper Yale’s expression turned a lot colder, "Don’t forget, it was you who seduced me at The Avalon Banquet."

Yelena Hughes’s teeth almost chattered, "But Young Master Yale... I’m not some beast that can go into heat anywhere. Just because you feel like it, does that mean I have to lie flat before you whenever it happens?"

He never respected her, did he?

All along, helping her was simply because she was good in bed.

Yelena Hughes looked somewhat self-mockingly at her own body; without this proud asset, Jasper Yale probably wouldn’t even glance at her twice.

"Yelena Hughes..." Jasper Yale listened to her words and felt so uncomfortable, "Do you really think I’m this lustful?"

Isn’t there even a need to ask?

Doesn’t he know his own lustful nature?

Here she was working, and yet he pulled her into the resting room, intending to do what?

Yelena Hughes saw the man stand up, his tall figure forcing her to step back.

"Have you never seen a lustful man before?"

Yelena Hughes tightened the corners of her mouth. In her twenty-odd years, combined, no man she had seen was more lustful than Young Master Yale.

But she didn’t dare say it aloud.

Jasper Yale glanced at her, guarding her chest so carefully; fine, he indeed shouldn’t have tugged that hard earlier.

He reached out to pull her into his embrace, and Yelena Hughes misunderstood, "Don’t do this."

She pushed Jasper Yale, the man’s leg bumped into the sofa, and as he fell, he dragged Yelena Hughes down.

She had barely touched Jasper Yale’s leg when she already anticipated what would happen next.

He’d surely unleash his beastly nature, pin her down, and strip her clothes.

Yelena Hughes bit into his shoulder, and even though he was wearing a jacket, the fabric wasn’t thick; but still, it barely hurt.

Yelena Hughes realized it was like not biting at all, so she let go.

Jasper Yale turned his face towards her, his lips just moved a bit, not having the chance to speak before his peripheral vision caught Yelena Hughes tugging open his shirt collar. His attractive neck was exposed, and she gave him a fierce bite.

Jasper Yale hissed, his lips and teeth locked tightly with the flesh.

After Yelena Hughes let go, she realized she had bitten too hard, the rows of teeth marks were even seeping with blood.

She wiped her mouth, got up from Jasper Yale’s leg.

It’s over.

The man touched it once with his hand, and as soon as his finger touched it, the sharp pain intensified tenfold.

He looked up at Yelena Hughes, one hand clutching her shirt, the other grabbing her bag and running off.

Yelena Hughes leaving like this would inevitably draw attention from others, so she quickly went to Dean Holloway’s car and took the jacket lying on the back seat.

The venue was temperature-controlled at 26 degrees, Yelena Hughes was so hot she nearly got sunstroke.

There was a break in the middle, and the organizers arranged for tea, except this side was the journalist’s area, while the other side seated the bigwigs.

Yelena Hughes had just made a cup of instant coffee, hadn’t had a sip when she saw the chair across being pulled away.

Shawn Thorne, dressed in a suit, glanced at her outfit. "Not hot?"

"I’m fine."

"Another button popped?"

Yelena Hughes always felt something was off; typically, when small animals are watched by someone, they have this sixth sense of being about to be devoured. Yelena Hughes was looking for the beast staring at her.

Actually, it’s not hard to find; she raised her eyes slightly and saw Jasper Yale—this man was truly striking, hard not to catch attention.

"Master Thorne, you should leave."

"Why? Can’t I sit for a bit?"

"If you don’t leave, I will." Yelena Hughes picked up the coffee cup on the table, intending to stand up.

"Fine, wherever you go I’ll follow, then everyone will know I’m pursuing you."

Yelena Hughes reluctantly pulled her hand back; Jasper Yale was sitting there, his fingers tapping on the table, with his eyes unabashedly fixed on her.

She was sweating so much she was practically drenched.