All Chapters of The Wrong Night with Mr. Right: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Alessia smirked, accepting the challenge.‘You’re on,’ she replied, pushing off the wall to get a head start.The race was intense, and the competitive spirit between them was evident.Logan managed to reach the other end just ahead of Alessia.With a victorious grin, he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist.‘I win,’ he declared triumphantly.Alessia rolled her eyes, playfully pushing against his chest. ‘Fine, you win. Too bad we didn’t agree on a prize.’‘Oh, I know what the prize is.’Before she could say anything else, Logan leaned in and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.The sudden intensity of his actions took Alessia by surprise, but she couldn’t deny the spark that ignited within her.She kissed him back with equal fervour, the pool water creating a sensual backdrop to their amorous embrace.The poolside lights cast a soft glow over their entwined bodies, illuminating the desire and longing in their eyes.Logan’s hands traced the curves of Alessia’s body,

The hostesses’ efforts were admirable, their allure evident, and yet, they were missing the mark.As they continued to weave their web of seduction, Logan’s mind remained steadfastly anchored to the memory of Alessia.Her presence lingered like an intoxicating perfume, her touch a wildfire that had ignited a storm of emotions within him.The images of their stolen moments, the electricity of their chemistry, and the heat of their encounters played out in his mind like a forbidden reel.A hostess leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered promises of ecstasy.Her fingers traced a teasing path along his thigh, her touch calculated to elicit a reaction.And yet, despite her efforts, Logan’s pulse remained steady, his demeanour unchanged.His thoughts were a tempest, a whirlwind of desire and restraint that clashed in the depths of his consciousness.The hostesses persisted, trying every trick in their repertoire, their sensual allure a symphony that played out be

Alessia’s desperation turned to fury.Without hesitation, she sank her teeth into Brayden’s hand, the sharp bite of pain causing him to release his hold.She shoved him away, her heart pounding, and sprinted past him into the building.Her mind raced as she bolted towards her apartment, thoughts swirling with a newfound determination.As she slammed her apartment door shut, Alessia leaned against it, her chest heaving.The encounter had left her shaken, her emotions a tumultuous whirlwind.‘D*mn it!’ she smacked her forehead with a palm. ‘I should’ve used the pepper spray on him!’She knew she couldn’t let Brayden’s intrusion affect her any longer.With a resolute exhale, she made a silent promise to herself—she would find a way to break free from the chains of her past.As she sank onto her sofa, waiting for the adrenaline rush to subside, Alessia’s gaze shifted to the window, the city lights painting an intricate tapestry against the night sky.A single thought echoed in her mind—a

Alessia’s gaze hardened. ‘We all have our struggles, Connie. I’m not responsible for yours. Excuse me, I have to get to work.’With that, Alessia turned and started walking away.‘Brayden never loved me!’ Connie shouted. ‘I know that. We’ve been married for six years, but I know he still loves you.’Alessia’s steps faltered.She let out a frustrated sigh, her patience wearing thin as she turned to face Connie. ‘What’s wrong with you and your husband? Can’t you take your family drama elsewhere and stop turning up like an unwanted penny? I’m busy with work.’Tears streaked down Connie’s cheeks, smudging her carefully applied makeup, and Alessia winced at the clownish sight.‘It’s been six years,’ Connie continued, her voice quivering with raw emotion. ‘But everything I’ve done is just a joke to him. He doesn’t love me. That night six years ago, you lost a boyfriend, and I lost my dignity.’Alessia’s frustration mounted, her voice laced with exasperation. ‘Must you dredge up the past at

‘I lied.’ Logan’s lips curled into a smirk. ‘No cameras here.’Before Alessia could protest further, his lips descended onto hers.Her resolve wavered as she felt his familiar taste, her mind hurtling back to the dream last night.The kiss was a tempestuous collision of conflicting desires – his relentless pursuit against her stubborn resistance.Her heart raced, a fierce battle between the longing she had suppressed and the fear that held her back.Logan’s fingers tangled in her hair as he deepened the kiss, his dominance asserting itself with each caress.He could taste the hesitation on her lips, the struggle within her.His hand travelled slowly down her back, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.Alessia’s breath hitched as his hand settled at the curve of her waist, his touch igniting a fire within her.She could feel his desire, his hunger, but her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.She pushed against his chest, breaking the kiss with a gasp.‘No, Logan,’ she breathed