After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 156: Wanna Hook Up?

A couple just starting a relationship is always a little lovey-dovey.

Even though they were already intimately familiar with each other’s bodies, now they were eager to explore something new.

Moira Sloan sat in Connor Quinn’s lap, reaching a perfect peak, then slowly drifting back down.

They lingered until the hair at their temples was damp with sweat.

The earlier shower had been a waste. Over an hour later, Connor Quinn carried her back to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Moira Sloan stood barefoot on Connor Quinn’s feet.

On her tiptoes, she giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Connor Quinn looked down, his normally stern gaze filled with a rare, deep affection.

Moira loved seeing the way he craved her. She rewarded him with a kiss, her breath catching as their lips and tongues tangled. "Connor Quinn, why do you like me..." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Connor Quinn’s voice was low and husky. "Because you are you."

Moira froze for a second before he pulled her into an even deeper kiss.

Moira had imagined countless possible answers from Connor Quinn, but she had never expected this one.

’Because she was her.’

’Simply because she was herself.’

Meanwhile, Caleb Lockwood and Flora Rhodes arrived at a bar.

Caleb Lockwood was a VIP and had planned on getting a private room, but Flora Rhodes dragged him to a booth instead.

Her excuse was that she liked the lively atmosphere.

But Caleb had already noticed. From the moment they walked in, her eyes had been glued to the singer on stage.

The man was handsome, wearing an open leather vest that showed off a hint of muscle.

Caleb sat down. He looked unfazed, but his tone was laced with scorn. "This is your type?"

Flora didn’t bat an eye. "Nope."

Caleb raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"

If eyeballs could fly, he suspected hers would have launched themselves right at the guy and latched on.

’And she calls that not liking him?’

Flora tore her eyes away from the stage to look at him, blinking. "Why were you in such a panic earlier?"

At the mention of what happened earlier, a thin sheen of sweat broke out on Caleb’s forehead.

He was now in no mood to judge Flora’s taste in men. He cleared his throat twice and tried to change the subject. "What would you like to drink?"

Flora raised an eyebrow and leaned back into the booth. She wasn’t about to be so easily fooled. "Whatever."

Despite saying "whatever," when it came time to order, none of the bottles she picked were cheap.

Caleb watched, his wallet wincing with every choice, but his expression remained unchanged. "Come on, let’s have a drink."

’Drink.’

’Get her drunk, and she’ll stop asking questions.’

Caleb was busy with his little scheme, but he had no idea that Flora was famous in their circle for being able to drink anyone under the table.

When other people said they could drink all night, they were bluffing. When Flora said it, she was stating a fact.

After a few glasses in quick succession, Caleb was starting to feel it. He waved a server over and ordered two cocktails.

Flora leaned back in the booth, watching him. When the cocktails arrived, she pinched the stem of her glass and swirled the contents. "Boss Lockwood, are you going to talk or not?"

Flora’s head was perfectly clear, but the same couldn’t be said for Caleb.

His handsome, boyish face was flushed bright red from the alcohol. He was drunk, and his words began to slur. "I... I was just worried Moira would be embarrassed."

Flora arched an eyebrow. "Hm?"

’What kind of nonsense was that?’

Caleb grabbed the nearby bottle of mineral water and took a huge swig, a sliver of his rationality still intact. "Think about it. Moira wasn’t ready to introduce me to her boyfriend, but I overheard by accident. She..."

Watching him spout nonsense with such a straight face, Flora leaned forward abruptly, her drink in hand. "You know Connor Quinn, don’t you?"

Caleb was stunned.

Flora chuckled. "And you’re more than just acquaintances, right?"

Flora’s beauty was of a fiery, aggressive sort, a perfect match for her personality.

Caleb couldn’t handle her intense interrogation. He leaned back, reaching up to loosen the top button of his shirt. "We’re just acquaintances. I know him from my tattoo work."

Flora scoffed, clearly unconvinced. "Is that right?"

Caleb insisted, "Of course."

Flora’s red lips curled into a smile. "And do you think I believe that?"

Faced with Flora’s piercing gaze, Caleb couldn’t help but gulp. "If that’s what you want to believe, there’s nothing I can do about it."

With that, Caleb reached for his cocktail.

Flora sneered, set down her glass, and dusted off her hands before getting up and heading to the restroom.

After taking care of business, Flora stood at the sink washing her hands. She then leaned back against the counter, lit a cigarette, and pulled out her phone to send Moira a message: You really didn’t know Connor Quinn before this?

’If Caleb knew Connor, there was no reason Moira shouldn’t know him too.’

The message sent, but Moira didn’t reply.

Flora’s eyelashes fluttered. She took the cigarette from her lips, and just as she was about to tap the ash off, a card was suddenly thrust in front of her.

It was a hotel key card.

A key card with gold trim.

Flora lifted her gaze to a roguishly handsome face. The man wore a smirk, the very picture of a high-end playboy. "Interested?"