THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 98: Get off me, you rascal

Chapter 98: Get off me, you rascal

"Get off me, you rascal!"

Samson’s outburst was sharp, his body jerking back in sheer panic.

Angel pushed Samson slightly from her front, her expression unreadable.

At that moment, Samson stiffened, momentarily startled by her actions. Angel feigned surprise, acting as if his behavior had caught her off guard, but deep down, she couldn’t care less.

After all, he had come here pretending to be his brother, so he might as well commit to the role until she was satisfied—or at least until they were done with whatever game they were playing.

"Rascal?" Angel repeated, her tone laced with mock astonishment as she fixed him with a wide-eyed, flabbergasted look.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Samson’s temple.

The last thing he wanted was to ruin the plan, especially over something as petty as his distaste for Angel.

No—no matter how much he resented her, he couldn’t afford to let his brother down.

So when he noticed the hint of shock in Angel’s voice, he quickly adjusted his expression, masking his nerves with a suave smile.

In one smooth motion, he stepped closer to her, lifting his hand to her cheek. His fingertips grazed her skin in a slow, deliberate caress as he gazed into her eyes with feigned admiration.

"Obviously, my baddie rascal," Samson murmured, his voice dripping with honeyed charm.

Angel, ever the actress, curved her lips into a playful yet insincere smile, as if she’d just been caught in the act of something mischievous.

"Oh, really?" she teased, her fingers brushing over her cheek in a faux display of flustered delight.

She reached up and touched Samson’s hand, her expression perfectly crafted to make him believe she was flattered.

Of course, this was all part of her act.

She needed Samson to feel at ease—just enough to drop his guard. Not until his brother arrived and showed his true colors would she let the façade crack.

"Oh my God, I’m blushing," Angel gushed dramatically, fluttering her lashes as she grinned. "You really understood the essence of my outfit."

Samson let out a forced chuckle, playing along, though neither of them truly believed the roles they were acting out.

Beads of sweat dotted Samson’s forehead, betraying the unease her words had stirred within him.

But no matter how much she toyed with him, he couldn’t deny one simple truth—Angel was the kind of woman who constantly pestered his brother, a relentless thorn in his side.

And yet, Tryson seemed completely taken with her.

Samson couldn’t help but wonder—what was it about this woman that had his brother so captivated?

Beyond their frequent kisses, which he found downright unbearable to witness, there was also the matter of Angel’s so-called pregnancy.

He could only hope it turned out to be a lie because if it were true... the thought alone made his stomach twist.

After all, she had openly betrayed Tryson.

She deserved to be punished for it. But what gnawed at Samson even more was the uncertainty—did his brother know about all this?

And more importantly... did he know about the pregnancy?

Samson exhaled, masking his unease with a sly smirk. "Your lip gloss looks absolutely tantalizing right now," he murmured, his gaze flickering to her lips. "But you know what? Let’s skip the part where I kiss you. I’d rather settle for your cheek instead."

Yet, the very next moment, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. His lips hovered just above hers, teasingly close.

Then, with a sudden shift, he pulled back slightly, his smirk widening.

"Wouldn’t want to smudge that flawless lip gloss of yours," he added smoothly, his voice low and deliberate.

Angel, however, was no fool—she saw right through him.

It was clear as day that Samson wasn’t here out of his own volition; he was merely playing the role his brother had assigned him.

If he had actually gone through with kissing her, it would have been utterly revolting. And besides, Tryson would have his head for it.

Poor soul.

All he wanted was to carry out Tryson’s request, yet here he was, tangled in the mess she had woven, enduring far more torment than he had bargained for.

And oh, how delightful it was to watch him squirm.

With a playful glint in her eyes, Angel deliberately pursed her lips, the corners curling upward in an enticing pout. "I could always redo my makeup," she whispered, her voice dripping with mischief.

Samson stiffened ever so slightly.

It was subtle, but she caught it—he was tensing up, realizing that she wasn’t going to let him off the hook so easily.

And that? That made the game all the more fun.

"But you know what? Let’s slide that thought away," Angel said teasingly, her voice laced with amusement. "Besides, I have a surprise for you after the event."

For some reason, Samson found his lips parting instinctively, a question slipping out before he could stop himself.

"What surprise are you planning?" he asked hesitantly.

Angel took a step closer, her gaze locking onto his with an intensity that made his stomach tighten. She tilted her head slightly, a knowing smirk dancing on her lips.

"Well," she purred, her voice deliberately dipping into a husky tone, "I don’t want people to think I’m just a baddie in name. I want you to feel every baddie part of me. Trust me, it’s going to be... amazing."

Samson felt a chill crawl up his spine.

Regret hit him instantly—why, oh why, had he asked?

What in the world was this twisted relationship between Angel and his brother?

One thing was certain—once this whole ordeal was over, he was going to need time to recover.

The torment she had put him through would probably leave a lasting scar, if not turn into full-blown trauma.

Still, he forced a smile, though it felt more like an act of survival than anything else.

Then, as if on autopilot, he raised a hand in surrender and replied, "Well then... I can’t wait to go through with your plan."

And the moment the words left his lips, he regretted them deeply.

Men, he was scarred for life.

Angel chuckled, clearly reveling in his discomfort. "Well, we should get going. We can’t keep the others waiting."

With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, her confidence unshaken. Samson could only watch, a strained smile frozen on his face.

The second she was out of earshot, he muttered under his breath, "Big bro, you need to get here. Immediately."

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