Chapter 773

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"Leda, I've missed you like crazy!"

And with that, York pulled her into a passionate French kiss.

Leda, being no stranger to this, responded in kind.

Truth be told, she had missed him too...

York's hands started to wander underneath her shirt, growing bolder by the minute.

But eventually, Leda stopped him.

"Hmm?" York looked puzzled.

"Not here, let's go home first."

Those words were all it took. York floored the gas pedal, turning a twenty-minute drive into a ten-minute dash.

As soon as the apartment door clicked shut, their eyes met, and they were kissing again.

They tangled their way to the bedroom.

Clothes were scattered everywhere, but neither cared.

An hour later, Leda got up and headed to the bathroom, her every movement exuding a lazy, seductive charm.

York lay back against the headboard, his muscular chest on display. "Where you going?"

"Taking a shower."

"Don't. Come back and lie with me a while longer."

"I'm all sweaty, I stink."

York looked at her with adoration. "You don't stink. Your sweat smells sweet."

Leda chuckled, "That's not my sweat, it's yours."

York was momentarily at a loss for words.

When Leda emerged from the shower, she was already back in her clothes, her purse in hand.

York watched her, something not sitting right. He suddenly shot up from the bed, disbelief replacing the satisfaction on his face.

"Don't tell me you're leaving now?!"

She nodded, matter-of-factly. "Yep."

She had work tomorrow, and she couldn't exactly go in wearing the same outfit.

"What do you take me for?" York asked, his voice heavy.

Leda raised an eyebrow, turning back to him slightly surprised.

York had gotten off the bed, slowly advancing towards her. "You sleep with me and then just leave?

Treating my place like a hoteband

me like...like a cheap fling?

Leda sighed, trying to explain calmly, "It's not that..."

"Not what?! Are you just using me for fun?!"

He punctuated his frustration with a kick at the footstool, sending it crashing over with a loud thud.

Leda's eyes turned icy. She had intended to handle this civilly, but some people just didn't get it.

"You think you deserve special treatment?"

York was taken aback. "What?"

"If you see yourself as a fling, I have nothing to say. But I'm not paying for the privilege."

York was trembling with anger, his lips quivering.

"We agreed from the start. In public, we pretend to be a couple. In private, we're just...friends with benefits. Surely, Mr. Gibson, with all your experience, you understand what 'friends with benefits' means?"

"You do your thing, I do mine. No strings attached. We leave when we want, stay when we want. I thought we were on the same page, Mr. Gibson?"

York, who had spent years warning women not to get too attached, found himself

on the receiving end of the lesson.

"Leda, I just wanted you to stay a little longer, talk a bit. Did you have to lecture me like that?"

"Oh, now I'm the one lecturing? Weren't you the one who started this?" Leda's tone was sarcastically sweet.

"I "

York deflated like a balloon, visibly wilting.

"If I'm wrong, you could've just explained."

Leda crossed her arms, smirking. "Didn't I try to explain?"

"Ugh!"

"Some people, when they're angry, just refuse to listen. Did I even get a chance to speak?"

"Fine, maybe I was wrong..."

Leda snapped her fingers, "See? Was this really worth shouting at me over?"

"I'm sorry, babe. It's just me and my stupid ways," York said sheepishly, grinning in a self-deprecating way.