Chapter 13

Maverick's countenance was brooding. His piercing gaze was narrowed and an aura of frigid intensity emanated. It appeared as though he was utterly terrified of Gloria catching wind of his actions. Indeed, it was clear that he attached great importance to the matter at hand. Giselle arched her lips into a playful grin, radiating an innocent smile. "Who, me? I wouldn't dare." "I have no doubt you would!" Maverick forcefully pushed her aside, taking his time to smooth out his clothes. "If you ever think about spilling the beans, don't expect me to be so forgiving." Giselle stumbled backward. Her lower back hit the edge of a nearby table, eliciting a sharp grimace of pain. Maverick didn't spare a glance, instead bending down to smooth out his garments. He swiftly regained his impeccably dressed and coolly dignified appearance. It felt almost as if the man who had been panting in her ear just moments ago was a mere illusion, created by Giselle's own mind. But Giselle knew all too well that Maverick was precisely the type of ruthless individual. The fiery passion that burned within him would forever remain out of her reach. The one who could was likely none other than Gloria. Thump, thump, thump. Just then, a loud knock resonated through the room, which caused an instant scowl from Maverick. Giselle, however, remained unfazed. She had already earned a notorious reputation and so the possibility of being discovered held little consequence for her. Yet, Maverick might not share the same sentiment. As she watched Maverick's tense expression, Giselle couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pleasure deep within her. "Hey, it's me," Andrew's voice carried from the other side of the door. Maverick's tense expression softened as he gestured for Giselle to exit the room. As she swung open the door, Giselle wasn't taken aback to be met with Andrew's devilish gaze. "Hey, so much sweat? It's not even that scorching outside, you know?" Without bothering Andrew, Giselle departed from the scene. Andrew's eyes followed Giselle's alluring figure until it was out of sight. Propping himself against the doorway, he turned to Maverick, "D*mn, with curves like that, she's gotta be a real firecracker in bed!" Maverick's icy stare pierced through Andrew's suggestive grin. "Do you have the desire to sleep with her?" "Well, who wouldn't want to?" Andrew chuckled without denying it, and said with a sly grin, "But I bet you'd never let her slip away." Maverick flicked open another lighter and ignited a fresh cigarette, a cold smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "She's just a woman. What is there to cling to?" "Since you speak so bluntly, I won't hold back either," Andrew chuckled. Maverick shot him a chilly, indifferent look and said nothing more. ...... Giselle was taken aback at the sudden reappearance of Andrew as she wasn't expecting to cross paths with him again so soon. Giselle received a sudden invitation to participate in a photo shoot for a newly opened store's promotional campaign two days later. Having no fixed occupation, Giselle was solely passionate about photography. She would occasionally take on projects when she was free, always charging a premium for her services. Encountering Andrew at the bar, Giselle was taken aback by his unexpected appearance. With a mojito in hand, Andrew quipped, "Surprise, huh?" After casting a self-satisfied gaze around the premises, Andrew announced, "I'm the one who owns this bar." A sudden realization dawned upon Giselle. No wonder the offer was so high. She had assumed it was some foolish person, but it turned out to be none other than Andrew. With a camera in hand, Giselle looked refreshingly styled and quite the part of a photographer. She raised her hand and said, "Excuse me, you're blocking my shot." With a light chuckle, Andrew walked over to a booth in the corner and picked up a glass of liquor. He sipped on it while observing his surroundings. Giselle was wearing a black high-slit spaghetti strap dress with a light denim jacket draped over it. Perhaps for the sake of convenience, her iconic long black hair was tied up in a bun at the back of her head, making her look like a college student. Her figure was naturally impressive, even making it hard for Andrew to keep his saliva from drooling out. He stared at the tantalizing outline of Giselle's thighs, and his eyes narrowed with a profound meaning. Giselle was efficient, and in no time she had taken the promotional photos. Turning her head, Giselle met with the intense gaze of Andrew, but she didn't flinch. She walked straight toward him and handed him the camera. "Take a look and see if there's anything else you want to add." Without looking at the photos, Andrew made a suggestive remark, "Of course, I have full confidence in your photography skills."