Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1826

"Make it clean. Don't leave any traces for her to find."

Channing glanced back into the room, his eyes softening as they landed on her half-exposed shoulder. "She has a terrible temper, and I can't risk upsetting her."

Especially lately.

She was constantly looking for excuses to kick him to the curb.

He had to walk on eggshells.

"Understood," the subordinate answered respectfully. "You can count on me."

Besides, it wasn't exactly their first rodeo.

Ever since their boss had assumed the prestigious position of Ms. Quill's "arm candy"...

Any man with a good body and a handsome face who got too close to her seemed to vanish overnight.

That was the only reason their boss had managed to secure his spot for this long.

"Yeah."

Ending the call, Channing walked back inside, lifted the covers, and slipped in beside Coralie.

Counting the days, it had been nearly two months since they last shared a bed.

Heartless little thing.

When she doted on him, she'd promise him the moon and the stars.

But the second she decided she was done, she would cut him off without a second thought.

Channing couldn't figure out what he was doing wrong.

He had a good face.

His body was decent.

As for his skills...

Judging by her reactions, she was always more than satisfied.

As soon as he lay down, the sleeping girl immediately rolled into his arms.

She was a deeply insecure sleeper, always curling herself up into a tight ball.

Eventually, he had to try every trick in the book just to coax her to sleep properly.

"It's okay. Go to sleep."

Channing slid his arm under her, gently smoothing out her tangled hair.

Coralie shifted slightly, pressing her cheek against his chest before slipping back into a deep slumber.

But Channing couldn't sleep.

He hadn't seen her in so long, and every single fiber of his being was screaming with how much he missed her.

"Baby..."

Channing took her fingers, bringing them to his lips to press soft kisses against them.

He leaned down, burying his face near hers, drinking in her scent inch by inch.

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