Caught by Her Billionaire Ex-Lover

3 Hot Kisses

Lydia is a very poor drinker. Usually, to prevent herself from getting drunk and losing her mind, she would only drink some champagne with a low alcoholic at a party.

But now her dress is soaked with strong red wine.

The 1982 Lafite was slightly fermented by her body heat, and the close-fitting fishtail dress clung even more to her skin, completely exposing her curves, and Lydia felt like a mermaid who had just been fished out of a wine barrel.

The heavy smell of alcohol wrapped around her and she felt a little dizzy. As she lay in the lounge, she felt the wine slowly entering her body through her skin.

She felt a little thirsty and hot, and could only open her little sexy mouth like a stranded fish to demand more air.

Lydia staggered to her feet. She wasn't going to change anymore, she wanted to get home fast.

She stumbled out of the room, holding onto the wall, and was trying to orient herself with disoriented eyes as she searched the dimly lit hallway for an exit.

Suddenly, she heard ambiguous voices coming from a room ahead of her.

"Oh no ......Glenn, don't touch there ...... oh ......"

The woman's moans grew louder, her gasps faster-

"Glenn ...... oh yes, that's it ......yes ......"

Glenn? Wasn't Glenn the host of tonight's party, the man who had just been fought over by Chloe and Aileen?

Lydia felt her head getting dizzy and she shook her head to clear her head. She wasn't interested in other people's gossip; she needed to go home and rest right away.

But the ambiguous voice was getting louder and louder.

"Glenn ...... I miss you so much ...... oh ......"

"Miss me what?"

"Miss you to……F.UCK me."

"Aileen you little s.lut."

Aileen? Didn't Glenn ditch Glenn to marry Chloe? Why is he having s.ex with Aileen behind Chloe's back again?

This is the so-called rich man's love?

Lydia laughed contemptuously.

But the moans and the sounds of s.ex made Lydia's body temperature rise even higher. The smell of alcohol was thick on her.

She felt like she was getting even drunker.

She needed to get out of this place fast.

Lydia walked to the end of the hallway and just as she turned around, a pair of large hands pinned her to the wall, followed by a man's tall body pressed against hers.

"Lydia ......" the man's low sexy voice slowly called out her name. "You never told me that name for you."

The man's voice went through Lydia's body like an electric current, and she looked up at the man's eyes in surprise.

In the dimly lit hallway, she saw the eyes she had seen in her dreams many times over the years.

How could it be him? How could he be here?

Complicated emotions mixed with the smell of alcohol came together in Lydia's head, and she couldn't think for an instant.

Only tears were expressing her emotions.

Vince looked into her eyes and pressed her closer to him.

Her back was against the wall, and in front of her was Vince's chest.

Lydia's body was soft, her body odor mixed with the aroma of red wine, and Vince felt he was also a little drunk.

Three years had passed, and this woman was even more sexy and seductive.

Vince did not hide his desire, one hand touched her ass while the other hand pressed the back of her head, and then he kissed her roughly.

Damn, her taste was better than he thought she would.

Vince kept caressing Lydia's ass and rubbing his chest against her breasts.

Vince's breathing gets heavy, too. After a long, wet, sticky kiss, Vince kissed her neck in a smooth motion.

Lydia's sensitive body warms slightly. "Vic, no ......"

Vic was Vince's name when he was at Oxford. He had never used that name again after graduation.

Vince's movements became rougher.

Lydia's skin felt some pain.

Vince's lips were against her ear and he whispered in a low gasp, "Why are you here? Are you dressed so sexy to please a man?"

She squirmed: "No ......"

She was too drunk to say the full sentence.

Vince took her wrists in one hand and raised her hands above her head, pinning them to the wall.

"Has any other man ever done this to you?"

Vince's long, hard and hot c.ock was pressed against her body.

Lydia became even more flustered. "No. ......"

"I'm going to check it out for myself." Vince's hand reached into her panties.

"Who's in there?"

Suddenly, a man's voice echoed down the hallway.

Vince immediately took Lydia in his arms and buried her head in his suit.

He didn't want anyone to see that she was looking so inviting.

Glenn was disheveled and furious. But when he saw Vince's face, he immediately changed into a pleasing smile. "So it's Vince, sorry to bother you. I will leave immediately, and you can use all the rooms here."

Glenn smiled with satisfaction when he saw the l.ust on his face and he had a woman in his arms.

Glenn left with Aileen in a hurry.

Lydia looked up, her drunkenness giving her voice a bit of a seductive edge. "Are you Vince? Vince Evans?"

Vince lifted her chin and said contemptuously, "Isn't that why you're here tonight, to seduce me? You should be happy that you got me hard. You've won over the women in the hall."

Lydia shook her head gently. Her mind was dizzy; she couldn't think anymore.

Vince Evans, the Vince Evans who was going to annex her family's company.

The Vince Evans that his parents had ordered her to seduce.

The Vince Evans that girls all over the country wanted to marry.

How could this happen?

Lydia felt she must have been hallucinating because she was drunk. How could her boyfriend from college be Vince Evans?

"I ...... I want to go home ......"

"Do you think you can leave me again?"

At that moment, Vince's phone rang. Vince was so impatient that he pressed the speakerphone.

Cecil shouted, "Vince, where are you? All the girls are standing in the hall, waiting for you to come out. You're the star of the day, get over here! "

"I'm going home," Vince replied.

"What's wrong with you? You're not finding a girl to go home to for the night, are you?"

"You guessed it."

"What???" Cecil's shocked voice came over the phone. "Whose daughter is she?"

"I don't know, and I don't care."

"Fine. But you better come and say hello to everyone before you go."

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Vince carried Lydia in his arms and walked toward the hall.

Still, in a drunken state, Lydia had no strength to resist him and could only bury her head in Vince's chest and wrap both arms around his neck.

In the lobby, the girls were excited and worried, waiting for Vince to appear and expecting to be chosen.

Bernice stood at the front of the girls. She rechecked her appearance and tried to look her best. Tonight's party is a battle of the ladies, and Bernice tells herself that she has to make Vince notice her today. She must become Vince's wife and the center of the rich circle of Los Angeles.

Suddenly, the door to the hall was kicked open. A tall, handsome man walked in.

All the girls' eyes were on him.

Vince was here!

Vince strides to the middle with a woman in his arms and indifferently sweeps a glance at the flamboyant women in front of him.

"Thank you all for coming, the party is over now."

Vince still looked arrogant, then he left with Lydia in his arms.

The driver waiting at the entrance of the hall immediately opened the car door for him. Before the crowd could react, he was gone.

Vince was gone, and he took a woman with him!

The hall was instantly abuzz. Everyone was asking one question: who was the lucky woman?

Bernice broke her newly done nails in anger.

She recognized the dress. The woman Vince had taken was Lydia.

"Lydia, you b.itch. You must be so proud of yourself right now, but you're going to cry and regret it one day!"

Half an hour later, the news of Lydia being taken away by Vince spread throughout Los Angeles.

By this time, Lydia had fallen asleep from drunkenness. In the Rolls Royce, she was lying in Vince's arms, quiet and docile.

Vince was holding Lydia with one hand and looking at the message from his assistant on his phone with the other.

He was contacted by the Jones family.

Turns out Lydia was Abel Jones' daughter.

Vince's face was expressionless. He remembered Abel Jones, the middle-aged man with no business sense, and Vince had planned to buy his jewelry company when he went bankrupt.

Vince wasn't interested in Abel Jones, he just happened to need a chance to tap into the jewelry market.

He didn't think much of Abel Jones, but he never expect him to make an offer he couldn't refuse.

Vince thought for a few seconds before replying to his assistant with a message.

"Tell Abel Jones that I'll give him $100 million, which is enough to start ten companies. In exchange, Lydia is mine."

Five minutes later, the assistant sends a message. "Abel Jones has agreed. The contract will be delivered to your office tomorrow."

Vince stroked the sleeping Lydia's hair in the darkness and gave a meaningful smile.

The Rolls Royce pulled into the private villa area and Vince carried her into a luxurious bedroom.

The sleeping Lydia was unaware that her fate had changed.