Chapter 69
Simon’s eyes jolted. “What did you just say?”
“Take me. It hurts so bad please
She couldn’t wait; her small hands were already yanking at his shirt. Simon’s throat bobbed hard. He caught her wrists. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
He pressed, “No regrets?”
She shook her head. “No regrets”
Heat rolled off him; beads of sweat dotted his forehead. God knew how lethal her few simple words were to him.
Simon asked softly. “Then look carefully–who am 17”
Consumed by fire yet forced to answer again, tears of frustration welled in Elena’s eyes. “Young Master Whitmore,” she whimpered.
Simon chuckled, brushed her lips, and murmured, “Good girl–say my name!
“Sim…on Whitmore.”
A thud echoed in his chest, he bent and captured her lips again.
Guided only by instinct, she clawed at her own clothes.
d his teeth, then abruptly lifted a hand and struck the back of her shoulder with the edge of his palm.
Simon gritted his
Elena’s brows knit; her eyelids fluttered closed, and she collapsed into unconsciousness
Even though she’d begged, he couldn’t take her under circumstances like these
Just then, a knock sounded at the door.
Straightening his rumpled clothes, Simon rose to open it.
Assistant Brian Change e stood outside, phone in one hand, a small box of pills in the other. “Mr. Whitmore, Dr. Shaw sent the medicine.”
Simonodded, accepted the bar, and added, “Go find Annabelle Bennett. You know what to do, right?”
Brian nodded once. “Yes, Mr. Whitmore.”
“Go” Simon said.
Returning to the bedside, he eased the pill past Elena’s lips.
Within minutes, the fog in her eyes cleared
She frowned, every joint aching as though her body had been dismantled.
Noticing Simon’s disheveled shirt, her scattered memories snapped back into place.
She remembered someone drugging her, and then…….
Simon asked quietly, “Awake?”
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Chapter 69
She jolted upright, glanced at her own clothes. “Did we…?”
Simon chuckled and checked his watch. “It’s been all of fifteen minutes since I carried you in here. That fast, Elena? You wound me.”
The boot camp’s lessons on how to lure a man flashed through her mind; heat rushed to her cheeks.
“Relax,” he said, “I don’t take advantage of people, Although, for the record, you were a lot cuter when you were begging me just now.”
Elena sucked in a sharp breath.
She steadied herself and said earnestly, “Thank you.”
Simon’s gaze sharpened. “Do you know who slipped you the drug?”
She did. Curling her fingers into tight fists, Elena declared, “Since they want to make my life hell, I’ll gladly return the favor!”
Elena looked up at him and asked softly, “Young Master Simon, could you do me a favor?”
“What kind of revenge do you have in mind?” Simon replied.
Elena pressed her lips together; her voice was icy enough to cut stone. “Annabelle wants to drug me and ruin my reputation, doesn’t she? Then I’ll give her a taste of her own medicine.”
Simon’s mouth tilted into a sly smile. “Seems we’re thinking along exactly the same lines–great minds really do think alike.”
Elena blinked at him in surprise. “What do you mean?”
“Remember I said I’d show you a spectacular scene? The curtain’s about to rise. Come with me,” Simon said
Elena glanced down at her clothes, a little embarrassed, “I need to run to the restroom first.”
Simon led her to the fourth floor. From the corridor railing they could survey the entire banquet below in a single sweep
Almost at once Elena spotted Adaline weaving anxiously through the crowd.
Adaline hurried up to Sir Whitmore. “Sir Whitmore, my daughter is missing” she cried.
AD
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.