Addiction to Temptation: His Mischievous Sweetheart Captivates Him-Chapter 255: Dark Night and High Winds

She claimed me.

This phrase kept replaying in everyone’s mind incessantly. Everyone was shocked by the faint pride and bragging in Zane Thorne’s tone as he said this, along with the look of tenderness and doting in his eyes.

Dang, is this what a boss in love looks like? Indeed, even the best of men can’t escape the magic of love. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

The crowd finally reacted, starting to whistle and even scream, with someone shouting a question.

"So, how did the boss’s wife claim you!"

"Yeah, yeah! What did she do to make you fall for her?"

As soon as the words left their lips, the noise of motorcycles sounded outside. They were sensitive to the sound of vehicles; the moment they heard it, everyone turned to look at the door.

Two motorcycles rode side by side, both stopping chicly at the entrance. Then, a pair of long legs stepped onto the ground, and looking up, the fitted biker outfit accentuated her slender waist, graceful and smooth body lines.

Natalie Vaughn took off her helmet, her lush hair a bit tousled, floating in the wind. She looked straight at Zane Thorne, just like that night when Zane first went to the school to find her and blew a casual whistle at him.

"Hey handsome, wanna go for a ride?"

Such a cliché and awkward line, but when Natalie used it, it wasn’t awkward at all. Instead, it stirred applause from everyone in the yard.

They no longer needed to ask how the boss had been claimed. With her figure and looks, just a bit of charm would make anyone succumb.

Also! Mrs. Thorne is so versatile! The last time she visited the company, she was elegant and noble; now, in biker gear, she becomes valiant and dashing.

Zane Thorne had stood up the moment Natalie took off her helmet and walked towards her when she spoke.

With one hand on the fuel tank and the other on the back seat, he essentially enveloped her in his embrace.

"Is this what you meant by having something to do?"

Natalie winked at Zane.

"Mmhmm, handsome, care to join?"

Today’s makeup was also a bit special, with smoky eyes and upward eyeliner, making her alluring eyes even more charming and bold.

Zane couldn’t resist but leaned in for a kiss, rubbing his nose against hers, smiling.

"I wouldn’t miss it for the world."

The people in the yard went crazy.

Whoa! Motorbike kissing is way too romantic! Mrs. Thorne is an expert! No wonder the boss couldn’t resist!

Off to the side, Quentin Donovan saw everything clearly, raised his eyebrows disdainfully, and went "tsk".

"Alright, can you two stop being so mushy?"

Zane didn’t even glance at Quentin and instead asked Natalie.

"So you went out every night in Veridia just to learn this?"

Natalie nodded.

"Why else would I ask you for a motorcycle?"

Zane’s eyes flickered slightly. So that’s when she had the idea of learning to ride a motorcycle.

Natalie had been learning for three months and couldn’t hold back her desire to show off, directly reaching out to hook the man’s neck.

"Can questions wait until later? Right now, I’m asking if you’re coming for a ride with me?"

Zane was amused by her impatience, shaking his head with a smile.

"Sure."

Upon hearing this, Natalie pulled out a prepared helmet and tossed it to Zane.

"Hurry, get on, and I’ll take you for a ride!"

Zane: ...

GN had quite a few people who could ride bikes; even those who couldn’t could sit perfectly well in the backseat. Seraphina Sutton had opened the estate’s garage, and upon seeing the slowly revealed full garage of motorcycles, another burst of cheers erupted.

They finally understood why Seraphina stopped them from drinking earlier; the real show was here!

Zane donned the helmet; without needing any hints, he hopped on and hugged Natalie’s waist directly, even resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Already planned this with Seraphina?"

Natalie shrugged her shoulder.

"Tsk, knock it off."

"Alright."

Now whatever Natalie said is what Zane would follow. He certainly enjoyed the bikes. Seeing Natalie in biker gear and riding for him left him genuinely impressed.

Natalie had two plans for the evening; one was to take Zane for a ride, and the other was to have a race, showing Zane her newly learned cornering skills.

Without waiting for others, Natalie bent down, lowered her gaze, twisted the throttle, ready to set off.

The last time, Zane took Natalie on a rain-soaked ride. This time, it was Natalie taking Zane on a starlit journey.

Natalie was the quintessential speed enthusiast, even with a passenger for the first time, she never slowed down. Zane held her waist with one hand, even relying on his strong core to straighten slightly at such high speeds, appreciating Natalie’s posture.

How should one describe Zane’s mood at this moment?

In many instances in their relationship, due to age and experience, Zane seemed to always stand on the protective and accommodating side.

He loved watching Natalie act recklessly in front of him, loved seeing her flaunt under his influence before others, loved indulging and pampering her like a little girl.

But at this moment, his "little girl" was shielding him from the wind, her small figure in front of him being the greatest barrier.

The swirling emotions couldn’t be resolved at such speed, so as soon as Natalie halted, Zane got off the bike and quickly trapped her between himself and the bike.

Natalie had just removed her helmet, looking expectantly at Zane.

"How was it?"

Zane lifted his hand to brush her hair away from her mouth, holding the back of her head, then kissed her deeply and urgently.

His kiss was sudden and deep; Natalie’s body instinctively leaned back at the force, causing Zane to hook her waist and pull her back.

Tasting a hint of blood, Zane seemed to be soothed, slowing his movements, gently hugging her lips, over and over, deeply attached.

Finally, Natalie reacted, reaching out to embrace Zane’s waist.

Under the night sky, witnessed by stars and moon, they kissed passionately.

Following shortly was Quentin Donovan; he deliberately slowed his speed to avoid the PDA but still stumbled upon the scene.

Quentin stopped, leaning one leg on the ground, squinting at the kissing couple, "tsk-ing", pulling out a cigarette from his pocket, but the wind was too strong, preventing him from lighting it several times.

Soon others caught up, Quentin simply turned his bike around to park in the middle of the road.

"President Donovan, what do you plan to do?"

Quentin snorted a laugh.

"If you want to die, just go ahead."

The person craned their neck to look into the distance, weak in moonlight, hard to see the situation clearly, but in this dark windy night...

Err, coupled with President Donovan’s reaction, one didn’t have to see to know what’s going on ahead.