ALPHA CHRISTIAN

The moment the elevator doors slid shut, Susan Nelsons delicate form was abruptly spun around by the man behind her. As their lips passionately met, she felt her slender waist nearly crushed by his grip. A discontented whimper escaped her, only to be met with an even deeper kiss from him. Engulfed in a desperate tangle, it was as if he intended to devour her whole...

Susan had worked as Cyrils secretary for six years, thinking she knew him well enough. It wasnt until a month ago, feigning drunkenness to seduce him, that she realized the beast of insatiable desires lurking beneath his dignified and tailored suit. Never would he stop until he had her completely undone.

As the elevator carried them slowly upward, thought crossed Susans mind. If a child were to enter at that moment, it would be quite inappropriate.

Finally, they exited the elevator, and Cyril urgently led her to another battlefield. He deftly unlocked her apartment door with more skill than her, allowing their intense encounter to continue...

The next morning, after Cyril had freshened up, Susan served toast and hot milk at the table. The man settled into his seat as if he were in his own home, at ease and comfortable.

Susan had to admit that Cyril was not only blessed with good looks and stamina, but his innate nobility and elegance were ingrained in him. Even the most ordinary bread was eaten with grace and poise, exuding an extraordinary aura of nobility.

Come to think of it, this was the first time Cyril had stayed overnight at her apartment. For a moment, Susan felt a sense of illusion, as if they were just a regular couple, indulging in love at night and having breakfast together before heading to work in the morning, no different from the other men and women in this apartment complex.

At the end of breakfast, Cyrils eyes burned with intensity as he spoke in a deep voice, "Youre coming to the dinner with Pang Industries tonight."

Susan looked up, meeting the mans hawk-like, piercing black eyes, her gaze gradually tinged with a hint of coldness.

The time for confrontation had arrived.

"Im sorry, Mr. Qin, but I have plans tonight. Im going home with my boyfriend to meet his parents," she said.

Boy...friend?

Cyrils sword-like eyebrows furrowed, and his fingers paused for two seconds while adjusting his cufflinks before he let out a light laugh.

For six years, she had been his constant shadow, the most diligent secretary.

Now, she was also his lover.

She had never once said "no" to his requests.

She simply hadnt had the extra time to date.

"Dont be ridiculous. Ill give you the red diamond necklace from the Paris auction, Eye of the Sun," the man said, thinking she was just having a tantrum.

Was she upset because he hadnt chosen her as his dance partner at the last ball?

Or perhaps it was because he hadnt defended her promptly when two drunken playboys made advances at her at Phoenix Court the other day?

The thoughts of women were troublesome, and he didnt bother to guess.

Susan, however, remained unmoved, her gaze becoming increasingly distant, "Then Ill take it as a breakup gift. Thank you, Mr. Qin. Going forward, I will continue to fulfill my duties as your secretary."

"Oh... Sorry, my boyfriend is calling..." the woman said, casually showing the name flashing on her phone screen: Little Qin.

Matthew Qin!

His own nephew!

Cyrils handsome and cold features darkened abruptly.

Watching the womans spring breeze-like smile, dangerous hurricanes raged in his cold eyes.

"Snap!"

Susans phone met a brutal end on the spot, smashed to pieces.

Cyril hadnt given her a chance to answer.

The next second, she was pressed against the cold jade-white table.

Cups and plates fell and shattered upon impact. Susan was extremely satisfied inside.

Cyrils usually composed eyes twitched slightly, a sign of his loss of control.

His large hands tightly gripped her chin, his knuckles turning white.

"Susan, youve got some nerve! Go ahead and tell him about our relationship!!!"