Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 146: Buy You for One Night

Chapter 146: Buy You for One Night

Dressed in a sleek black gown that revealed only her slender arms and luminous, pale legs, the rest of Emma Hart was tightly enveloped.

The outfit, much more conservative than what the manager originally picked out, was a result of Emma’s vehement protests.

"Did you pay attention to how the model walked? It’s simple, just go up and do a couple of turns," the manager said, satisfied as he looked over Emma, who had her long hair draped over her shoulders and was now adorned with a delicate makeup look. With such preparations, she seemed even more appealing than the professional models.

Feeling a bit nervous and thus ignoring the manager, Emma was buoyed by the thought of earning double the pay just for a couple of laps on the stage.

"It’s your turn, go on," came the manager’s voice from behind. Taking a deep breath, Emma waited for the lights to dim before she slowly stepped onto the stage.

While the atmosphere below was lively, an eerie silence hung over the prime seats reserved for VIPs.

"Wow, the organizers really went all out for this event, huh? Not just the exquisite wines, but they’ve also brought in quite a few well-known models. I’m almost getting too excited," Felix Morrow said inappropriately, his grin irritatingly punchable.

Damien Sterling glanced at him disinterestedly, his cool demeanor causing the manager standing by to sweat, worried about any potential displeasure from the man.

The spotlight above, mimicking the rise of the morning sun, shone down on the stage, also illuminating Damien Sterling’s exquisitely handsome yet frosty features.

He exuded the formidable aura of a sovereign, commanding a captivating blend of intimidation and allure that drew people in irresistibly, like moths to a flame, ready to surrender their dignity and life.

"Is your little fiancée still obedient? If she’s giving you trouble, why not relax a bit tonight? They say there’s nothing like the thrill of straying for a married man. Take your pick from those models; there’s bound to be one to your liking," Felix Morrow egged on Damien, his face twisted in a malevolent smile.

Damien’s deep gaze suddenly snapped towards Felix, predator-like, silent yet brimming with lethal danger.

His powerful presence sent a chill through the crowd around him, leaving them praying not to become collateral damage.

Even Felix Morrow couldn’t keep up his jesting under such a menacing stare, offering a nervous laugh and waving it off, "No, no, it’s fine if you don’t want to. Why so serious, let’s just enjoy the show."

Barely escaping the daunting gaze of Damien Sterling, Felix Morrow exhaled in relief, his attention captivated by the spectacle unfolding on stage.

"Next, we introduce what can only be described as the king of spirits, Tequila Ley .925 from 2006. Just the platinum-encrusted bottle alone was priced at $225,000. By 2010, a version valued at $3.5 million was produced, an opportunity truly not to be missed," announced the host.

With the host’s words, a woman clad in a black gown, enchanting like a creature of the night, made her appearance.

Holding a platinum-encrusted bottle, her confident yet slightly shy steps, fluttering the hem of her gown and revealing her slender legs, exuded an irresistible charm.

The woman and the spirit complemented each other so well that, without even tasting the tequila, the mere sight of her seemed intoxicating.

"Absolutely exquisite!" Felix Morrow was mesmerized by the woman on stage.

Despite having seen numerous models, this woman, who didn’t quite fit the conventional model standard, captivated him entirely.

Her slender waist, smooth legs, and her slightly raw but alluring aura were utterly enchanting.

Yet, her face was obscured by a black veil hanging from her head, frustrating Felix’s desire to see her face.

Among the audience, accustomed to the usual type of models, many noticed the uniqueness of the woman on stage, stirring restlessness.

"Is she new here? Her walk might be off, but why is she so enticing?"

"I really want to pull down that veil..."

The murmurs grew louder, and even Damien Sterling couldn’t ignore them anymore, his impatience evident in his furrowed brow.

Oblivious Felix Morrow, still not noticing the change in Damien’s demeanor, excitedly shook his arm, exclaiming, "Look at her, she’s top-notch, a real change from those skinny models!"

Annoyed, Damien Sterling scoffed and shook off his hand. In his view, the true epitome of allure was the woman at his home. Innocent yet inadvertently seductive, she tested his restraint.

A subtle smile curved Damien’s lips, his interest piqued in comparison.

However, as his gaze landed on the woman posing with the bottle on stage, his expression turned ice-cold, heralding a storm.

The black veil could not shield her from Damien Sterling’s piercing gaze.

His eyes swept over the familiar figure, his grip tightening on his knee, audibly tensing.

His body, enveloped in the familiarity of countless nights of slumber, knew every contour of her slender arms and fair, slender legs.

The smooth, tight skin that glowed under his touch and the softness of her long hair were all territories he had traversed without exception.

The chill emanated from him, with Felix Morrow feeling it most acutely.

Startled, he shivered and turned to Damien Sterling, only to be shocked as Damien slammed his hand down on the table with force.

Emma Hart, having navigated the event without mishap, felt drained as she returned backstage.

Being the center of attention in such a manner was far from her comfort zone, especially attired as she was. Even though a veil concealed her face, the intensity of the audience’s gaze was unsettling.

"Well done," the manager remarked, a hand thoughtfully at his chin as he eyed Emma. "The crowd’s response suggests you’re more popular than the professional models we’ve had before."

Emma could only offer a wry smile in response, about to suggest a break when they were interrupted.

"Is this the lady who was just on stage?" a voice asked from behind them.

Turning, they saw a middle-aged man in a crisp suit approaching, his intentions seemingly far from benign.

"Yes, can I help you?" Emma remained silent; it was the manager who stepped forward, placing herself between Emma and the man, smiling politely.

His reaction to her intervention was immediate and negative; he forcefully pushed the manager aside, moved closer to Emma, and, with a lewd chuckle, grabbed her slender arm.

"100,000 for one night with you, that should be enough, right?"