All Chapters of Dangerous Temptation: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

MARGAUX'S BACK BOUNCED against her bed after she made a free fall. She remained to stare at the ceiling for a while, as if waiting for something to appear there. Letting out a breath, she then pursed her lips while thinking, ‘Who the hell are you?’She had wasted her whole day surfing all the social sites she knew about: Facebook, WeChat, Instagram, etc.Her curiosity about Rome was ticking inside her like a time bomb. Still, she didn’t have the guts to ask him questions directly either. Instead, she opted to stalk him online, hoping that there was any information about him readily available. Her efforts ended up being useless. Finding anything about Rome was like finding a needle in a stack of hay— it was like the man didn’t exist at all.Rolling to her belly, Margaux reached for her laptop and started typing again. She badly wanted to know him. Moreover, find out about his connection to her father.She typed his name on the search engine for the nth time and waited for a few seconds

ROME WAS ALREADY ON HIS WAY BACK when his body stopped pacing in the air vent. He then shook his head a couple of times when Margaux's name started ringing in his head... again.He was still annoyed with the woman, and he was trying to minimize his contact with her. However, how could he do that if he couldn't even think of anything else but her?Just a glimpse of Margaux shouldn't be that bad, right? He has no plan to do anything more than just look at her anyway. He should be okay— he better be. 'Darn.’ Rome was still frowning when he turned to his cara's room. He had no words to describe the need taking over him, but it was more than enough to keep him moving through that tunnel.He was eerily quiet when he stopped by the mesh-covered opening just above Margaux’s room. It had been forty minutes since he last checked on her. Trying to sense what she was doing, he closed his eyes and focused all his attention on what was going on inside her room.'Holy fuck?’ Rome’s eyes fluttered i

MARGAUX'S MOVEMENTS WENT WILDER as the music continued. The club was having a rave party tonight, and everybody's emotions were on fire!The lights were blinking, and the smoke covering the place felt like boring holes in her lungs. The floor was swaying, and she could smell the mixed scent of different bodies squeezing with her while dancing through the ear-deafening music.It was dizzying to the hilt, but she wanted it! She needed it!After a few more minutes of power dancing, Margaux started feeling tired. Drunk and a bit high on trip, she pushed whoever was blocking her way. She didn't care about who or how big the body was or if what she did hurt anyone.She was half-witted when she managed to reach the bar and sluggishly hang herself on the smooth table. She gave a sluggish smile to the bartender, then raised four of her fingers. "I nyid my third shot.""Madam, that's your fourth.""My third!" she snapped, with a sudden change in her tone. Her eyes were droopy when she raised on

OPEN FIRE. That was how it was as soon as the hotel door closed. Margaux's grunt was halted when the man before her immediately kissed her mouth. Not a scream, nor even a word. Nothing at all. Just..."Ohh..." she moaned inside his mouth when he bit her lower lips. He was kissing her so aggressively, and all she could do was hold on to the arms caging her.He was a mad kisser—a goddamn expert. And even if he was painfully crushing her lips, she couldn't help but want him more.Her body was reacting to him like iron filings to a magnet. She couldn't help but glue herself to him and mimic how wild he was claiming her. When his bare palm crawled from her waist up to her breast, her body instantly arched to give him more of her, unquestioning and unashamed.He grinned against her mouth, and she drunkenly smiled back with her eyes closed. She pressed her breast harder against his palm. 'Damn! This feels so good...'"Who owns this breast, woman?""My husband." she moaned when he began rolli

"FINDINGS?" [None, Maestro. It’s complicated. I’m still trying to decipher the Alla Mia Amata—] Just like the other nights, Rome found himself shutting his lapel mic off at Lucille. It had been days since he sent her the scanned copy of the music sheet, and each day that passed frustrated him more. He could feel that the paper had something to do with his mission. For Pete’s sake! It was even titled "Alla Mia Amata". How on earth could he be wrong? His jaw was clenched when he looked at Alejandro’s bookshelf again. After adjusting his night-vision glasses, he started scanning all the other books and documents there one by one. He had been religiously sneaking into that room every night, secretly rummaging through his cabinets, and even unlocking his vaults. He had already done everything! But where was the code? 'This is getting fucked up...' Rome shook his head, knowing that being there could be just another waste of time. Nonetheless, he still pulled an old folder from the shelf