Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 1263

Smack. Smack.

Gideon cleared his throat awkwardly and muttered to the driver, "Put the privacy divider up."

Claire froze, her cheeks burning crimson.

Once the dark partition slid into place, a fresh wave of embarrassment washed over her, and she smacked Wilbur a few more times.

Even when the back of his hand turned red, he didn't let go. Instead, his lips curved into a devilish grin. "Baby, I'm starting to like it when you hit me."

Claire was speechless. Psycho!

She pointedly looked away, insisting, "I'm going back to the hotel."

Wilbur didn't miss a beat. "It's a public space. What if the paparazzi catch us?"

He couldn't care less if they were photographed, but he knew exactly what buttons to push.

Claire fell silent. She really was terrified of being caught by the press. He had her cornered.

So, in the end, she followed Wilbur back to his house.

It wasn't her first time there, but she still felt a lingering sense of unease.

Gideon and the driver dropped them off and practically fled, not even stepping inside.

"You didn't get to eat earlier, right? I'll have someone bring food," Wilbur said. Now that he had successfully lured her to his lair, the tension drained out of him. "Want some cake? They just released a new flavor."

"Whatever," she replied. She wasn't particularly hungry, but she knew Wilbur had a sweet tooth, so she didn't shut him down.

Gideon was a miracle worker. Less than twenty minutes later, the food arrived.

Of course, during those twenty minutes, Wilbur harassed Claire no less than a hundred times. With no outsiders around and safely tucked away in his private sanctuary, he had zero restraint.

He kissed her whenever he wanted. He touched her wherever he wanted.

If he hadn't been hell-bent on making sure she ate, he would have dragged her straight to bed.

Feed her first. Then she could feed him.

He knew the difference between instant gratification and an all-night marathon.

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