CHAPTER 46: BEYOND HUMAN 8

Her eyebrows knitted together, while her lips pressed into a thin line, revealing her emotions.

"Em.." He opened his mouth to respond, but she held up a hand, silencing him with a firm gesture.

"Can we talk?" she asked.

There was an air of authority in her tone that made it clear this wasn’t merely a request—it was a command.

He nodded silently and followed her away from the crowded table.

Once they were out of earshot, she turned to face him, her eyes narrowed in annoyance.

"What were you thinking. You just left me there."

"I was just talking to Dr. Ivan—"

"Talking? Or going to know your future father in law?" she interrupted, her tone sharp as glass.

"Do you know how that looked?" she snapped. "I thought we were here together. You promised you wouldn’t embarrass me."

There was nothing to say—he knew he had done her dirty tonight.

"Look," she continued, her voice lowering slightly as if to keep their argument contained.

"I didn’t want to make a scene in front of everyone," she said, holding back tears. "But I deserve better than being treated like an afterthought."

"Did I ever do anything that didn’t please you? I’ve been doing my best—trying to help you build connections with other businessmen. And this is what I get?"

Terrence rubbed the back of his neck, "I’m sorry,"

The sincerity in his apology hung in the air, but she seemed unconvinced.

"This isn’t just some casual evening out. My family is in there. So how am I supposed to explain that my date was flirting with another girl?"

"Emily, I—" he started, but she cut him off again.

"Just go back," she said curtly, gesturing toward the table where her family sat. "I’ll handle this myself."

When he returned to the table, he caught sight of Emily’s mother narrowing her eyes at him.

She regarded him with a disapproving frown, while her father simply sipped his drink, eyes darting between Terrence and his wife as if gauging the damage.

"How’s the talk?" Emily asked, attempting to break the tension.

"It went well," Terrence replied, forcing a smile that felt more like a mask than a genuine expression. "I’ve secured investment from Doctor Ivan on some promising projects."

At the mention of Dr. Ivan, he caught a flicker of recognition from her father.

"What kind of projects are you working on, exactly? Do they involve trading with foreign markets?" she added, using the conversation as a subtle way to clear his name.

Despite how he had treated her, she still didn’t want her parents to see him in a bad light.

That surprised Terrence. Made him guilty.

She might’ve been bossy and sharp with her words, but deep down, she wasn’t a bad girl. Not at all.

"Yes, actually. I’ve been exploring some emerging markets in Southeast Asia. There’s a lot of potential there."

Her eyes sparkled with interest, and she began talking more, easing into the conversation.

Soon, her father and brother joined in too, drawn by the topic.

They were amazed by his predictions—impressed by how he read the market.

None of them realized he was just recalling what he remembered.

Soon, the auction finally began.

Most of the items were overpriced—paintings, accessories, and things meant more for show than value.

To save face and play along, he placed a bid on a $300,000 pendant and won.

Without much fuss, he handed it to Emily

That single gesture changed the mood. Their impression of him softened, even if just a little.

She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but there was something distinct about Terrence.

Unlike other men she met, he exuded a confident aura, his expressions enigmatic and unreadable.

When the night was over, they walked back to his car.

She sat quietly in the passenger seat, smiling to herself as she ran her fingers over the pendant he gave her.

"I’ll take you—"

Before he could finish, she leaned in and kissed him.

Terrence was taken aback, his heart racing as he waited for her to pull away.

"Now that I’ve given you my affection," she licked her lips, "it’s only fair you return the favor. You owe me."

"I owe you...?" he echoed.

"Absolutely," she said, kissing him again. "Let’s make tonight your penance for leaving me hanging while you charmed another woman."

"Fine," Terrence sighed.

It was a small price to pay—and honestly, she was a good catch.

She got the appearance of a Hollywood star and the poise of someone destined for the red carpet.

Only a fool would reject such an opportunity.

With that in mind, they drove to another hotel and booked a suite for themselves.

As they stepped into the room, Emily closed the door behind them with a soft click.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then, she stepped toward him, her lips finding his in an electrifying kiss that melted away her earlier frustration.

He pulled her closer, pinning her against the cool wall, their bodies fitting together like two interlocking puzzle pieces.

"Do you really want me to make love to you that much?" he asked breathlessly.

"Shut up and just kiss me," she commanded, and before he could process her words, her lips were on his again, fierce and demanding.

The walls seemed to fade into the background as they rushed from one to another until they reached the living room.

She pushed him toward the plush sofa, their bodies colliding with a soft thump as he fell back onto it.

Straddling his lap, Emily ran her fingers through his hair as their kiss deepened.

Terrence’s hands found her waist, holding her steady as her weight pressed down his manhood.

"You’re too good at this," he murmured against her lips, feeling the thrill of her passion unraveling his composure.

"I just want both of us to feel good," Her laughter danced in the air, teasing and sweet, as she leaned closer, nibbling playfully at his ear.

Without pausing, she began to explore, her lips trailing down his neck, sending shivers coursing through him.

Her mischievous grin returned as she playfully licked the edge of her ear, teasingly inviting him into her world of indulgence.

Terrence’s heart raced as he felt her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt, one by one.

"You really have a nice body," she murmured, tracing slow circles on his abs with her finger. "I can’t wait to eat you up."

"Let’s see what else you’ve been hiding," she whispered, her voice playful yet daring.

Before he could utter a word, she moved closer, her thighs pressing against the fabric of his pants .

He felt the familiar, intense warmth spreading through him as his body responded to her touch.

"I can feel yours already... You’re really big," Her lips curved into a daring smile. "I wonder if my mouth can handle it,"

The way her lips curled into a teasing smile sent a shiver down his spine. It was as if she had a magnetic pull, drawing out desires he couldn’t quite control.

Slowly, her hands moved to his waistband, fingers working to unbutton his pants.

’Is going along with her the right move?’