Chapter 511:

He nonchalantly tossed his shirt in the trash, then averted his gaze from Alicia's piercing stare as he headed toward the bathroom. "Come in," he called over his shoulder, adding as he reached the door, "The one in the maid outfit."

Alicia was speechless. "I'm not your maid!" she raged inwardly, anger simmering beneath the surface. But since Caden had issued that command, she assumed the room was safe. With a reluctant sigh, she followed him inside.

To her surprise, Caden was gone. "Caden?" she called, her voice echoing in the spacious room. Silence enveloped her, tightening her heart. Just as she turned to leave, she collided with his solid chest. Caden's hands gently cupped the back of her neck, stopping her. He slowly leaned in and kissed her.

Alicia couldn't recall how long it had been since their last meeting—a week? Half a month? Regardless, she'd missed him terribly. The familiar kiss melted away the distance between them. Caden's tongue met hers as his strong arms encircled her waist, effortlessly lifting her onto the marble countertop. Instinctively, Alicia wrapped her arms around his neck. Their longing poured into each kiss—lips and tongues entwined, the air thick with anticipation.

However, Caden abruptly pulled away. Alicia's eyes widened in confusion. With a teasing smile, Caden's gaze held hers captive. "Who was it that, a minute ago, was giving me the cold shoulder? Now look at you, all soft after one kiss."

Alicia's face flushed, reality crashing back. She scowled, the memory of what she'd seen in that private room flooding back, sharp and vivid. Incensed, she pushed him away. "Get off me!"

Caden remained firm. "I haven't even showered yet. I'll deal with you afterward." His chest rose and fell with controlled restraint, betraying his impatience.

Alicia turned away, muttering, "Well, I disagree. Maybe you should go back to those other women—the ones in gowns, or the innocent types dripping with charm. They're probably better suited to you than I am!"

Caden gently pinched her cheek, his touch light yet teasing. "It was all for show. Are you that jealous?"

Alicia hadn't realized how deeply jealousy had taken root. She retorted, "You seemed pretty committed to the act. Did it really require that much touching? Her chest must be at least a D-cup. Could you even hold it with one hand?"

Caden's lips curled into a smirk. "Did I touch her chest?" He hadn't, not really—but his hand had brushed her thigh. And he'd even slipped his hand inside. Alicia felt a flicker of guilt but refused to relent. "Who knows what else you did before I got there."

Caden raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with mischief. "I did touch it, and the feel was exquisite. Much softer compared to your petite ones."