All Chapters of Seducing art of Patricia: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Patricia woke up with the sensation of Marco's fingers gently tracing her bare skin, and she couldn't help but smile. It still felt strange and exhilarating to be lying naked next to a man. Her lashes fluttered as she looked up at him. "Hey handsome."His gaze shifted to her, and Patricia couldn't help but admire his brown eyes that reminded her of her mother. Maybe that's one of the reasons she liked him so much. "Good morning Belle," he greeted in his deep baritone voice with a charming British accent, causing her thighs to clench together under the blanket. "How was your sleep?"Sitting up and pulling the sheets along with her, Patricia leaned against the headboard, a full-blown smile gracing her lips. "It was awesome.""Was it?" Marco teased, leaning towards her with a playful smile, his breath gently brushing her pink plump lips that he had tasted so many times the previous night. Remembering their escapades, his boxer tightened with his growing arousal. "It was," she replied, and

Marco chuckled softly, feeling the sweet luscious lips of Patricia all over his face, his body tingling with the shiver she gave him. Patricia yelped, pulling from his embrace, feeling his hardness against her. “Sorry,” he said, still laughing. “I can't help it around you.”She smiled, clasping their hands together. “Do you want to talk about it?” When she saw his brows furrowed, she started to ramble. “Or have you told me before? God, I need my memories. You can tell me, maybe I will remember a little, don't you think or do you feel—mhm.” Patricia moaned as Marco's lips clashed with hers, their tongues meeting, and Marco's hands cupping her jaw as they shared a passionate kiss.“I'm sorry,” Patricia smiled sheepishly, their foreheads leaned against each other. “I have never felt this nervous, or maybe I did.”Marco chuckled, “Well, I get to kiss you, so ramble more.” Patricia playfully pushed him with a smile. “Do you want to talk about it?”“Later,” he said, pecking her nose. “Let's

Marco's brows furrowed, his gaze locking onto the overly familiar jeep parked in front of the cottage. "Do we have guests?" His eyes shifted to Patricia, who sported his shirt in a way that hung loosely on her, her hair's disheveled strands casting a veil over her forehead. "Or is your brother paying a visit?"As Marco navigated closer to the cottage, his lips remained sealed. Parking behind the jeep, he stepped out, retrieving his jogger from the back and handing it to Patricia without a word. With an eye roll, she accepted the joggers and slipped into it, then joined Marco in his descent from the vehicle. Side by side, they strolled towards the cottage.At the entrance, two guards patrolling the area offered slight bows upon sighting the prince. "Welcome, Your Majesty," they uttered in unison. Marco acknowledged their greetings with a simple nod, leading Patricia into the residence with her arm linked in his. "Mom!" Marco called out, his grip on Patricia relinquishing as he headed f

"Patricia, open up." Marco's knuckles rapped urgently on the bathroom door, his ears perking at the sound of her tearful cries. A heavy sigh escaped him, regret mingling with the lingering guilt of the lie he had woven. "Come out, Patricia. We need to talk.""Leave me alone, Marco—or Prince Elliot, or whatever you call yourself. I don't want to talk to you. Go meet the woman your mother has chosen for you." Marco huffed, frustration simmering beneath his determination, as he continued knocking."Open this door, or I swear I'll break it down." His voice carried a weight of both anger and concern as he applied more force to the door."I don't care!" Patricia's voice cracked, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. She stared at her teary reflection in the mirror, her hands trembling. "Why am I crying? What's wrong with me? This is the consequence of loving a man," she murmured, cupping her hands under the running tap and splashing water on her face. "Stop crying, don't let their—"

Marco strolled out of the room, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. Dressed in shorts and a polo shirt, his hair appeared ruffled but it only added to his irresistible charm. Stacy gulped, her mouth parched as she fixated on his toned legs, finally comprehending why guys were attracted to girls' legs."Prince Elliot," she murmured his name in admiration, her eyes taking on a dreamy glint as Marco smoothly pulled out a chair beside her and took a seat. He maintained silence, laying his eyes on a dessert on the table, and promptly indulged in the tres leche cake. "Delicious," he hummed between bites, taking another forkful.Stacy bit her lip, her cheeks warming into a rosy blush. Her gaze fixated on the wooden table. "Thank you.""Can I vent without worrying you'll exploit it?" Marco inquired.Stacy raised her gaze, turning towards him. "Trust me, I'm a safe haven for conversations." A kind smile accompanied her words. "Can I share something?"Marco replied with a casual shrug, p