CHAPTER 223: YOU WON’T B ABLE TO WALK TOMORROW

"So you want to play along?" Daniel asked, one brow lifting when Anna explained her intention—letting Fiona continue believing the ridiculous ’two-timing’ narrative.

Someone like Fiona—so self-absorbed, so desperate for his attention—would go to any extent to degrade Anna publicly, especially now that her attempt to get Anna kicked out of the film had failed so spectacularly.

But that didn’t mean she would stop.

"If that’s what you want," Daniel said, his seriousness melting into a teasing smirk, "then I won’t say anything."

He trusted Anna. She was sharp enough to handle Fiona on her own. But still—he intended to be her shield whenever she needed him. No one would lay a finger on his wife again. Not like today.

Anna blinked, surprised at how calmly he accepted her plan. She expected resistance, a lecture—something. But the shift in his mood came too quickly.

And then he moved.

"Now... let’s get back to what we left in the morning," Daniel announced.

Before she could even react, he scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing. Anna let out a startled yelp as he marched toward the massive king-size bed.

He had booked the presidential suite for a reason—the enormous bed, the privacy, the space... and maybe he hadn’t realized until now how easy it was for his wife to escape the moment he dropped her onto it.

Because the second he did, Anna flipped onto her knees and scrambled away like a panicked kitten.

"W-what are you talking about? There was nothing left from the morning!" she protested, eyes wide.

Daniel stopped, one brow arching in disbelief.

"Is that so?"

"Yes!" she insisted.

"And didn’t you say I have a shoot tomorrow? Do you want me waking up late?" she added, as if her logic could magically stop him from doing exactly what he planned to do.

Daniel’s expression shifted, slow and predatory.

"So you do realize it’s going to take us longer than expected," he murmured. "Then... how about I inform Wilsmith you’ll take a day off tomorrow? I’m certain after what we do tonight, you won’t even be able to walk."

Anna’s jaw dropped. Terror mixed with embarrassment flashed across her face as she watched Daniel calmly step off the bed and reach for his phone.

"I think that would be better," he said, already unlocking it.

"Daniel—NO!" Anna lunged forward, nearly tripping over the sheets. She crawled frantically toward him and snatched the phone right out of his hand.

"You are not going to do that," she warned, holding his phone behind her back like a child hiding stolen candy.

Because Anna knew—if Daniel wanted to reschedule her shoot... he absolutely could.

And Wilsmith would agree without a second thought.

"Then should we start Wifey" he repeated

Daniel stared at her, at his wife crouched on the mattress, clutching his phone like it was a lifeline before a slow, dangerous smile pulled at the corner of his lips.

Oh, she really thought she won that round.

Without saying a single word, he took a step forward and climbed the bed.

Anna instinctively inched back.

He took another step.

She scooted further.

Despite the bed being huge, it only to Daniel two moves to cage her. Anna scrambled backward only to bump into the cushioned headboard and her breath caught when she saw him lean.

His presence swallowed the space around her, his shadow falling over her like a warm, deliberate trap.

"Wifey," he murmured, tilting his head slightly, "you really think you can run from me?"

"I—I wasn’t running." Anna tightened her grip on the phone behind her back.

"No?" Daniel lowered himself until their faces were inches apart. "Because it looked exactly like running."

Her heartbeat kicked up violently, the pulse in her neck fluttering. Daniel’s eyes flicked down to it, hunger simmering in the darkened gaze.

"Give me the phone," he whispered, one hand sliding to her waist.

She shook her head immediately. "No. You’re not canceling my shoot."

He chuckled—low, rough, entirely amused. "You think stopping the call will stop me?"

His hand moved from her waist to her hip, then slipped behind her, searching for the phone. Anna twisted, trying to hide it, but Daniel used the movement to slide even closer, practically pinning her against the headboard without touching her fully.

"Daniel don’t you dare—"

He leaned in, brushing his lips against her cheek deliberately, the warmth of his breath skimming her ear.

"Wifey..." he whispered, voice dropping to a sinful murmur, "...if you wanted me to chase you, you only had to ask."

Anna swallowed, eyes widening.

She wasn’t sure if she feared losing the phone or losing herself. Because whatever Daniel was doing was causing her to lose herself, and the longer she looked at him, the more obvious his desires became.

"Good girl." The corner of Daniel’s lips curled in satisfaction as Anna finally handed him the phone. He didn’t waste a second—he tossed it onto the bedside table without even looking.

Anna’s pulse fluttered. She feared that whatever they were about to start might last longer than she expected... but for once, she wasn’t afraid because of him. She was ready because she wanted him just as badly.

"But you must promise me one thing," she whispered, her voice soft and fragile almost like a cornered cat trying to negotiate with a lion.

Daniel hummed, leaning closer, letting the tip of his nose trail along her cheekbone, brushing her skin with slow, teasing strokes.

"I should be able to walk tomorrow..." she breathed out.

Daniel froze just for a heartbeat. But the second their eyes met flicker of amusement... desire... and something darker glinted in his gaze.

"That," he murmured, voice dropping to a deep, sinful growl,"...is for me to decide. Whether you’ll be walking on your feet... or not."

Anna’s breath hitched, her fingers curling into the sheets. Because the look in Daniel’s eyes told her one thing— tonight, mercy wasn’t on the menu.