All the color drained from Heather's face. She pursed her lips and turned to face Bob with a smile. "Mr. Waylon, what would it take for you to let us leave?"Bob stared at her. "Ms. Sutton, your friend could stand to behave better. I offered her some wine, but she broke two bottles of Chateau Lafite-Rothschild. "We're talking tens and thousands of dollars worth of wine here. I'll let you leave if you can fork out 30 thousand dollars in damages.""You weren't offering me wine!" Ivy snapped. "You were trying to get me drunk!"Heather glanced at the broken wine bottles that lay on the floor in fragments. It wasn't Chateau Lafite-Rothschild, but some common wine that probably didn't cost much at all. Bob knew full well that neither she nor Ivy could come up with 30 thousand dollars on the spot. He was forcing them to stay.Bob's eyes flashed with malice as he said, "You can either pay me or spend the night with me. Then, I'll let you and your friend leave. How about it, Ms. Sutton?
Heather had been hoping to make an emergency call, but her purse had been snatched away, leaving her with no recourse."I'm sorry, Hattie," Ivy muttered apologetically. "This is all my fault. I shouldn't have been so stupid to believe my producer wanted to talk about a script, and now I've gotten you into this mess too."Ivy had the looks and the skills, but she had never made it as a female lead in any movie. She was so desperate for a chance to shine that she had walked right into a lion's den.Heather comforted her softly, saying, "Hey, none of that now. I'm just glad you're all right. We need to stay calm and think of an escape plan, okay?"Meanwhile, Tyrone was standing outside the arrival hall at the airport. He was dressed casually and donned a pair of shades. He had one hand in his pocket, looking aloof and intimidating.While his expression was nothing short of defiant, his handsome features and imperious demeanor made young women stop and stare anyway. Some of the women
One of Bob's henchmen cursed, "Damn it! Stop, you bitches!"He chased after Heather and Ivy as they bolted down the stairs, all the while shouting into his walkie-talkie, "I need backup! Those two bitches are getting away!"With the many private lounges hosted by the Lunary, only a few people loitered in the corridors. The only way Heather and Ivy could get to the safety of a crowd was to go out the front doors.As such, they ran like mad down the stairs. However, they had only just reached the first-floor lobby when someone reached out to grab Heather by the arm. She looked up to see Bob leering at her, and her blood ran cold."Where are you running off to, Ms. Sutton?" Bob asked icily, his question rhetorical.Heather bit her lip. She glanced to the side and saw a wine rack. She quickly reached out her free hand to grab one of the bottles and smash it against the rack.The bottle shattered. Heather pointed the jagged ends of the broken bottle at Bob and warned coldly, "Let us
The owner of the Lunary hurried over when he learned of Tyrone's arrival. He flashed an overcompensating smile at the latter and said, "Mr. Elkin! What a pleasant surprise to see you here!" However, when he sensed the tension in the air, he asked tentatively, "Did something happen?"Tyrone ignored the owner and turned toward Bob instead. He looked at Bob like one might regard a mongrel and asked slowly, "You again? You seem to have a strange fascination with my woman, don't you?" Bob stammered, "M-Mr. Elkin, this… You've got the wrong idea. I was joking with Ms. Sutton. I wanted to buy her a meal, that's all."There was no trace of Bob's arrogance from before. He could tell Tyrone was serious about Heather. He would be a fool to admit he'd had lewd intentions for Heather.Tyrone narrowed his eyes and drawled mockingly, "Oh, a meal? I can't let you do that, Mr. Waylon. Shall we grab a meal together instead? My treat."Bob heard the way Tyrone bit out the last two words and f
Bob's eyes were wide with agony as his pained moans and muffled cries filled the room. The bodyguard mercilessly shoved one plate of food after another down Bob's throat.It wasn't long before Bob was covered in the food he couldn't swallow, and his stomach bulged alarmingly. He collapsed onto the floor as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He was so stuffed that he couldn't even make a sound.Everyone in the room shuddered, their breaths hitching as they stared at the horrific scene before them.Tyrone towered over Bob's unmoving figure and gazed down at him contemptuously. "You'll be wise to stay away from my woman after this. Who are you to offer to buy her a meal?"Bob regarded Tyrone fearfully. He couldn't muster up a single word. At this point, he was no better than a dead swine."All right, let's get this bastard out of here before he messes up the place even more," Seth ordered.He flicked his wrist, and his men stepped forward to drag Bob away. "It's getting la
Tyrone's voice was cold, and his words dripped with sarcasm and danger as he said, "You were supposed to pick me up at the airport, but no, you decided to stop by the Lunary for dinner instead."He thought Heather had gotten herself into trouble with Bob by deliberately having dinner with Ivy at the Lunary instead of picking him up from the airport.Heather froze. "I think you got it all wrong, Mr. Elkin. I didn't go to the Lunary to have dinner with Ivy; I went to save her," she explained."Ha!" Tyrone barked a humorless laugh."I'm serious! I was on my way to the airport when she sent me a message asking for help. I went to the Lunary after that and found her tied up in Mr. Waylon's room," Heather elaborated.Seeing that Tyrone didn't believe her, Heather pulled up her conversation with Ivy and showed it to him. "See? This was what she sent me."Tyrone glanced at the screen and saw that Ivy had indeed sent a message for help to Heather an hour ago. At least she wasn't lying."
Tyrone's warm breath tickled Heather's cheek, making her flinch. She silently pondered his question. She certainly had not been trying to seduce him!"I was just trying to get into a more comfortable position," she grumbled under her breath."I know a few positions you can get comfortable in," Tyrone purred, his deep voice filled with wicked amusement. Heather blushed the moment she wrapped her head around his innuendo.She hated how he had twisted her words; her idea of a comfortable position was nothing like his!Tyrone, on the other hand, was aroused. He had never been one to deprive himself of pleasure. Without another word, he lifted Heather and settled her in his lap, then grabbed her jaw before pressing his lips to hers.Heather gaped at him, wondering if he had gone mad. They were in a car, for God's sake, and the bodyguards could see them!However, being seen appeared to be the last of Tyrone's concerns as he kissed Heather hungrily like he was going to devour her.
Tyrone's dark eyes bore into Heather's, his slender fingers pinching her chin, as he suggested, "How about a bath, Ms. Sutton?"They both knew what would happen that night, and Heather was way past being shy about it. Nevertheless, she blushed and avoided his piercing gaze. Her long eyelashes fluttered as she whispered, "I…"Her rumbling stomach cut her off."Are you hungry?" Tyrone asked."A little," she admitted. She hadn't eaten, and what had happened at the Lunary had ruined her appetite. But now that she had recovered from the events of the evening, she was hungry.Tyrone said, "Let's get some food in you then."He was surprisingly obliging. Confused by his sudden kindness, Heather asked, "I thought… I mean, are you sure you want to wait?"Tyrone was about to make a phone call when he heard this and cast her a sidelong glance. "Do you want me that badly?"Her face warmed. "That wasn't what I meant."She had seen proof of his arousal, and she figured it might be hard for