Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Someone messing with his drink was a nice way to put it. In reality, he was drugged with something sinister, something that toyed with human desires in the cruelest ways.

Given Bryant’s reputation for being ruthlessly decisive in the business world, whoever did. this to him was in for a world of hurt once he sobered up. But that was a problem for tomorrow.

Right now, I was terrified he wouldn’t make it through the night. His face was unnaturally flushed, a clear sign of the drug coursing through him.

Caught in a dilemma, the ringing of my phone on the bedroom dresser felt like a lifeline. The caller ID flashed urgently, and I snatched it up.

“Sweetie, guess what? I scored us tickets! Steven had them but-”

“Chris!” I blurted out, cutting her off mid-sentence. “Do you know what to do if someone’s been…uh, drugged? With that kind of drug?”

“What kind of drug?”

“An aphrodisiac.” I could barely get the words out.

I could almost hear Christine choking on her drink, coughing in surprise. “Cough, why the sudden quiz on…cough cough…drugs? It’s not you, is it…cough?”

“No, no, it’s Bryant.”

.Where is he now?”

“In the living room.”

“And you?”

“In the bedroom.”

Her questions left me more confused than ever, but I pressed on. “Just tell me what to

do.”

“Lock your bedroom door. Now.”

“What?”

“Do it! Hurry!”

Her urgency made my legs move before my brain fully processed her instructions, and I found myself heading toward the door.

But just as I reached for the frame, the room darkened slightly, and I looked up Bryant’s deep, bottomless eyes, red with desire.

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Gone was his usual composed demeanor. His upper body was clad in a black dress shirt, still managing to look somewhat reserved. Below, however, was a different story, with his arousal embarrassingly obvious.

Though we were intimately familiar with each other’s bodies, I still blushed at the sight. It was too much.

On the other end of the line, Christine was still waiting for a response. “Jane…?”

Before I could reply, my phone died, plunging me into silence.

Panic set in. I stuttered, “I’ll, uh, get you a glass of water…”

But as I tried to pass him, he wrapped his arms around me from behind, his lips finding the sensitive skin of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

“Bryant…” My voice trembled as I spoke.

He seemed not to hear, pulling me closer, until could feel the heat of his body through the thin gap between us.

His lips brushed my ear, breath moist and heavy with desire. The moment he lightly bit my earlobe, my legs almost gave out.

Here was the man I’d been pining over for years.

Despite my resolve to keep things strictly business, my body betrayed me, aching for his touch after being starved for so long…

But holding onto a bit of sense, I tried to push his arms off. “Bryant, I don’t feel well…”

It sounded like a rejection, but my voice was soft, almost inviting.

Bryant’s breathing grew heavier, and with a sudden movement, he turned me around to face him, his hands cradling my head as he kissed me deeply.

The night deepened around us, filled with the sounds of our heated encounter, blurring the lines between desire and reason.

In the heat of the moment, it was hard to tell who was burning more fiercely.

The scene was charged with an intensity that felt like we were newlyweds, lost in the throes of passion.