Chapter 1 Seducing Her Ex-husband's Uncle

"Are you attempting to seduce me?" The man's voice was cold with anger.

Pinned against the bed, Gracie Jones boldly reached up, her fingers tracing a path from his abdomen upward.

She could distinctly feel that at her touch, his muscles tightened immediately.

Her finger halted at his lips, highlighted by her stark wine-red nail polish.

"Yes, are you open to the idea, Waylon?"

The man restraining Gracie was Waylon Hughes, the uncle of her ex-husband.

With a half-smile, Waylon took in her fearless yet poised expression. "Doesn't it worry you that my nephew might find out?"

"He's already my ex," Gracie said, her smile subtle.

Today marked the official end of her marriage to Lorenzo Hughes.

Waylon's face hardened at her words. Releasing her neck, he said sharply, "I'm not interested in you. Leave."

Gracie quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice a soft murmur in his ear, saying, "Waylon, interest isn't just spoken about; it's proven by actions."

Gracie's warm breath against his neck caused a blush to rise to his ear.

He swallowed hard.

Gracie's hand continued its exploration of his abdomen. "You might say one thing, Waylon, but your body seems to disagree."

Heat flooded Waylon's lower abdomen. A tingling sensation spread from the place Gracie had touched.

It was a feeling he had never experienced before.

Waylon grasped her roving hand, his tone firm. "There's a price to getting close to me."

Overcome by his desires, he pressed his lips to hers, her sweet, floral scent enveloping them.

Gracie's clothes were quickly removed...

As Waylon was about to advance further, Gracie stopped him. "Waylon, can you promise me one thing?"

The desire in Waylon's eyes dimmed slightly as he momentarily paused.

Gracie eventually disclosed her true motives.

"Proceed."

Hearing the edge of displeasure in his voice, Gracie tenderly kissed his neck, trying to calm him. "I need you to remove Lorenzo from his position as Chief Executive Officer."

The man facing Gracie was not just the leader of Jorvine's most influential family, the Hughes, but also a key figure in the national economy.

For Waylon, her request was manageable.

"After your divorce, you're no longer a Hughes. Why should I act against Lorenzo for you?"

As Gracie was about to distance herself from Waylon, he continued, "Pick something else."

"Well, then... At the banquet tomorrow night, I want you to..." Gracie murmured something into his ear.

"Alright." No sooner had he consented than Waylon moved closer, pushing aside all else to hold her passionately...

When Waylon woke up, he felt rejuvenated, as if he had savored something extraordinary.

It was the first night in six years he had slept without the aid of sleeping pills.

Turning to his side, he found a cold pillow with a note on it.

Waylon picked up the note nonchalantly. "Dear Waylon, don't forget our agreement!" It was signed off with a smiley face.

The crooked handwriting brought a chill to Waylon's gaze.

He was intrigued to see what Gracie was planning.

Reaching for the phone, Waylon called his assistant, Greg Reed. "Greg, there's something I need you to take care of."