C8 Dislike Him!

Breathing in her fresh, invigorating scent, he allowed a satisfied smile to play across his lips, his long legs shifting ever so slightly, inadvertently brushing against her hair.

"I..." Katie struggled fiercely, eager to escape, but her eyes were drawn to his hand—her camera was still in his grasp!

Damn it, she couldn't afford to leave empty-handed!

"This camera..." Jabe furrowed his brow, casually flipping the blanket over and wrapping Katie up tightly like a dumpling. He playfully swung the camera in front of her, causing her world to momentarily go dark as she writhed in protest.

"Mr. Russell, this isn't playing fair. You're a man of great magnanimity; please let me go. We can talk this out," Katie implored, trying to buy time and prevent him from discovering the photos in the camera. If he saw them, she'd be in serious trouble.

Jabe's eyes, as dark as the night, narrowed slightly. He casually crossed his long leg and leaned his chiseled face against her shoulder, his slender fingertips lightly grazing the camera's power button.

Katie bit her lower lip and turned her head away, her eyes narrowed as she covertly surveyed the situation.

She saw his expression turn stormy in an instant. Leaning in, she boldly met his gaze, her eyes wide as she beheld the fruit of her labor.

"Do you find this amusing?" Jabe's brows drew together, a flicker of curiosity passing over his handsome face as he observed her stunned expression, yet his tone remained frosty.

Katie kept a close watch on his demeanor, the intensity in his features making her feel a twinge of guilt. She closed her eyes, not having anticipated ever being in such a bind.

"Have you had your look?" she asked, her voice heavy with forced composure, clenching her jaw to maintain control.

In his domain, she dared not offend him; the consequences would be dire.

She raised her head, holding her breath as he suddenly scowled. Taking advantage of the distraction, she rolled to the side and fell off the bed, clutching the back of her head and moaning in pain.

Biting back the discomfort, she glanced over to find him propped against the headboard, thoroughly engrossed in the images on her camera, her heart racing with panic.

She had to find a way out of this tight spot, or else... could she be facing legal action?

Katie suddenly stood up, planting her feet on the edge of the bed. She shook her hair with a dramatic toss and threw him a flirtatious look. With an outstretched hand, she proclaimed, "Your passion, like a fierce fire... it warms my very soul."

The man looked up, his gaze meeting hers as she suddenly turned on the charm, throwing him a flirtatious look. His cool demeanor chilled even further.

She walked around the bed to his side, teasingly lifting his chin. Her slender fingers reached beyond his arm, stealthily aiming for the camera. He remained composed, simply raising his hand to dismiss her, "Scram."

"I'm not leaving," Katie bit back, steeling herself to stay put.

She couldn't just leave; she had to get out of this unharmed.

Dealing with this imposing man left her feeling dizzy with bewilderment.

"Haha... You expect me to leave just because you say so? I'd lose face," Katie thought, hiccuping. The world spun, her vision blurred, and she tumbled onto the bed.

Jabe watched the wild woman before shifting his focus to the camera in his hand. His eyes swept over her lying on the bed; her skin was snow-white and translucent, flushed with a soft pink from the alcohol, making her appear fresh and enticing. Her small face, with its delicate features, looked especially refined.

"To defeat the corrupt businessman, to dare tear down my house... I..." Katie raised her fist, striking Jabe's cheek, still muttering to herself.

Jabe pursed his lips, effortlessly lifting her chin with his long fingers, looking down at her with a commanding presence.

He recognized her from their few chance encounters, never expecting her to burst into his bedroom at night.

Many women had tried to climb into his bed, but this one... she was truly persistent.

"Don't touch me... Get away," Katie said, trying to push his hand away with increasing annoyance. But he was too strong, and after a few futile swats, she quieted down.

Her phone hit the floor, and his deep gaze swept over the screen, spotting the words "Good Buddy." He casually tossed the phone aside.

"Haha..." Katie suddenly laughed wildly, jabbing his handsome face with her fingers.

Her boisterous laughter echoed in the quiet bedroom.

"Don't take me lightly. Do you really think I couldn't finish you?" she taunted, suddenly sitting up, leaning forward, and wrapping her delicate arms around his neck, her lips close to his ear, breathing warm whispers.

A tingling sensation swept through his body, causing his tall figure to stiffen. His deep-set eyes narrowed, and a dangerous aura filled the room.

Katie stretched out her hand, lightly patting his cheek, her fingertips drawing circles around his nose. She leaned in close, taking in his scent, and asked with a hint of disbelief, "You... how did you become a woman?"

Jabe's face spasmed with involuntary twitches!

"Wow, you're actually quite beautiful," she said, waving her hand as though to shake off the unreal sensation.

"I've told you before, you're not my type. So why do you insist on trying to please me?" Katie raised her foot and delivered a kick to his midsection, then reached out to tug at his short hair, pulling him onto the bed.

"Nancy, don't think I can't see through your disguise just because you're wearing makeup. Come here, I promise I won't hit you," she said with a sly smile, then reached out and gave his face a sharp slap.

Two resounding slaps filled the room.

Jabe's face turned an ashen hue. He couldn't believe he'd been teased and then slapped by a woman in the middle of the night.

"Crazy woman, get out!" he roared, yanking her up and throwing her to the ground.

But she was like a stubborn patch, quickly scrambling up and flipping over to overpower him.

Her body leaned into his embrace, her face rubbing against his neck until suddenly, she became eerily still.

"You?" he asked, lifting her chin to gaze into her face cradled in his arms, his voice hoarse with a tinge of darkness.

The alcohol in her system was a raging fire, burning fiercely through every nerve.