THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 137: In for quite a show...

Chapter 137: In for quite a show...

A deep frown settled on Tryson’s face as he winced, his hand instinctively reaching up to his temple.

A sharp, unrelenting pounding throbbed inside his skull, sending a strange, disorienting sensation through him. His jaw tightened as a low, guttural growl escaped his lips, frustration mixing with confusion.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice softer than expected, laced with both suspicion and discomfort.

Riley stood before him, her lips momentarily curving into a sly smile, though something about his reaction made her pause.

A flicker of intrigue danced in her eyes before she masked it with feigned concern. Tilting her head slightly, she stepped closer, her fingertips brushing gently against his cheek as she cupped his face, locking eyes with him.

"Tryson, there’s no need to worry," she murmured, her voice smooth, almost hypnotic. "You can rest assured that everything is going to be just fine."

But Tryson didn’t relax.

His frown deepened, his sharp gaze searching hers for hidden meaning. There was something about the way she spoke, something unsettling lurking beneath the surface of her reassurance.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, suspicion creeping into his tone.

Riley’s gaze flickered toward the nearby camera, so quickly that if he weren’t paying close attention, he might have missed it.

When she turned back to him, concern was etched across her features, but the glint in her eyes told a different story.

"What’s wrong, Tryson? I’m here now," she said smoothly, her voice taking on a soothing, almost coaxing quality. Then, after a brief pause, she added with a knowing smile, "And as for Angel... she’s been taken care of, just like you always wanted."

Tryson’s expression froze, his breath hitching slightly as he processed her words.

His thoughts raced, trying to decipher her meaning, but the moment she mentioned Angel, something inside him shifted.

A slow, almost reluctant smile crept onto his lips, his previous tension melting away just enough to acknowledge her statement.

"Are you sure about that?" he murmured, his tone measured, testing. "You’ve taken care of her?"

Riley nodded, her reassurance unwavering.

A deep sigh escaped Tryson’s lips, and he exhaled in what seemed like relief. "That’s good then," he finally said, his voice lighter, as if a burden had been lifted.

Riley mirrored his smile, but there was something calculated about it. She adjusted her posture slightly, ensuring the camera had a perfect angle before she spoke again.

"Tryson," she started, her voice carrying an almost delicate weight, "you do know that Angel is pregnant, right?" She paused, watching his reaction closely before continuing, "I heard you’re the father. Are you sure you’re ready to take responsibility for her child?"

Her words hung in the air like a loaded question, the tension between them shifting into something far more dangerous.

Tryson stared at Riley, his vision blurring for a moment as a wave of dizziness washed over him.

His mind felt sluggish, as though the words reaching his ears were distorted—wrong somehow. Yet, one word stood out, cutting through the haze like a sharp blade.

Child.

His breath hitched slightly, and his expression shifted as the weight of that single word settled in his mind.

"I’m the father?" he repeated, his voice laced with a mixture of skepticism and amusement.

A smug smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he tilted his head, studying Riley’s expression.

She met his gaze with a slow nod. "Yes," she affirmed smoothly. "At least, that’s what I was told."

Tryson let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head as if dismissing the very notion. His movements were sluggish, but his defiance remained intact.

"I don’t think you know what you’re talking about," he said coldly, his tone dripping with disdain. "There’s no way I could ever father a child—especially not one connected to you."

For the briefest moment, Riley’s mask of confidence faltered, her expression flickering with something unreadable. But she recovered quickly, forcing a smile, mindful of the camera still capturing their every interaction.

"Obviously, you wouldn’t want a child with Angel," she said smoothly, her voice taking on a sharper edge. "I understand that. That’s why you’ve been after what she had all along. She’s useless to you now, isn’t she?"

As she spoke, she silently prayed that the drug she had injected into him was taking full effect.

Without its influence, there was no way she could get the results she needed.

Tryson’s brows furrowed, his mind wading through the thick fog clouding his thoughts. He tried to focus, but everything felt...off.

His lips parted slightly as if he were about to say something, his instincts fighting to surface.

"There’s no way I could father anyone’s child. Except—"

Riley’s pulse spiked. She could feel it—the moment slipping from her grasp, the risk of him speaking a name she didn’t want to hear. She acted quickly, cutting him off before he could say more.

"Except mine, Tryson," she interjected, her voice smooth yet insistent.

A beat of silence stretched between them.

Tryson’s dazed eyes flickered with something unreadable before he slowly nodded. "Yes...except yours."

Riley’s lips curled into a triumphant smile.

She didn’t care that Tryson was intoxicated, that he was barely aware of what he was saying. The only thing that mattered was that he had said it. That he had acknowledged her.

And in that moment, it felt like bliss.

Riley’s smile widened, eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she nodded.

"Trust me, Tryson," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed persuasion. "The moment we get Angel out of the picture, we can have as many children as we want. Just you and me."

She inched closer, her breath mingling with his, her gaze locking onto his with a sultry intensity. Then, without hesitation, she leaned in, pressing a slow, deep kiss against his lips.

Tryson tensed, instinctively pulling back for a brief moment.

His mind screamed at him to resist, but the drug coursing through his veins had already begun to erode his self-control. A dull heat spread through his body, dulling his thoughts, twisting his restraint into something pliable—something dangerous.

His grip tightened, fingers grazing the curve of Riley’s cheek before he gave in, surrendering to the artificial desires pulsing through his system.

He kissed her back, deeper this time, the world around them fading into nothing but the heated press of their bodies.

His hands roamed, fumbling with the knots of Riley’s clothing, his movements laced with both urgency and hunger.

She straddled him, her body molding against his as she kissed him fervently, her fingers tangling into his hair.

Their passion escalated, their bodies sinking into the mattress beneath them, the air thick with anticipation.

Riley let out a soft chuckle, watching as Tryson’s agitation turned into pure need. His lips trailed lower, searing his way across her skin. She gasped, moaning at his touch—but even in the midst of it, her focus never wavered.

Her gaze flicked to the camera, the small red light blinking in the dim room. A dark shadow crossed her eyes, her lips curling slightly as satisfaction settled deep within her chest.

Angel was in for quite a show.

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