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
Heather had no idea how seductive she looked in Tyrone's shirt.Unfortunately, she was hungry. She was already delicate, to begin with; Tyrone knew he couldn't expect any endurance on her part if they were to dive right into business before she had dinner.He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her to the dining room. "Come on, we'll have dinner first."Tyrone's kitchen was built for aesthetics, which was made evident by the absence of basic cooking utensils.As such, dinner was made up of the takeout Caleb had gotten from five-star restaurants, which he had delivered along with Heather's purse.Heather set the table and took her seat just as Tyrone did. She was starving and didn't bother with formalities as she helped herself to the food.Tyrone, on the contrary, wasn't hungry. Giving the food a pass, he opened a bottle of wine instead and poured himself a glass. He watched Heather eat as he swirled his wine and slowly sampled it.He was used to mingling with socialites
Tyrone said, "I'm off to the company. You can take the day off and get some rest.""It's fine.it had I can go to work," Heather countered.He eyed her in amusement. "Aren't you exhausted after last night?"Heather's face warmed. He was right; her legs were aching, and her body was as sore as it was worn out."Be a good girl and stay home today," Tyrone added when she didn't respond and handed her a tube of ointment. "Here.""What is it?" The words on the packaging were in Erylean, but Heather didn't get a proper look at them after she took the ointment from Tyrone."I used it on you after you got hurt last night, but you'll have to reapply it a few more times," Tyrone explained matter-of-factly.Hurt? She didn't remember getting hurt anywhere.Horror and realization dawned upon Heather when she made sense of Tyrone's words. At once, she was seized by the urge to throw away the ointment like it burned her hand.She couldn't believe Tyrone had gone so far as to apply the ointmen
Heather had assumed Craig would have given up on waiting for her at her apartment building and left last night. She hadn't expected him to still be here.He seemed tanner than before, though that was expected given his recent honeymoon on Crescent Isle."Hattie, where were you last night? Why weren't you at home?" Craig demanded. He was exhausted from waiting here the whole night, and his tone was filled with accusation.Heather snapped to her senses and nearly sputtered. "Who are you to ask me that, Craig?"He froze. "Hattie, I was here the entire night waiting for you. I have so much to tell you. It was never my intention to get married."I went home because my mom really was sick. I told her about us, but I never expected her to emotionally blackmail me into marrying another woman. "She threatened to take her own life if I didn't do as she asked. When I refused, she had my brother lock me up. "I couldn't reach you at all, and I was left with no choice but to go through with
Heather had never met Craig's mother, Evelyn Donovan. She had only ever heard him talk about her.Craig's father had died when he was a boy, leaving Evelyn to raise two sons on her own. She had struggled and often worked herself sick trying to make ends meet. Eventually, she had become chronically ill, and her condition had only worsened in the last few years.Heather honestly didn't blame Craig for giving in to Evelyn's demands, but that was a choice he had made, and he should be the one to bear the consequences of it.Craig had come there convinced that if he could explain himself to Heather, she would understand and forgive him. He had never expected her to turn him away so heartlessly."How could you leave me, Hattie?" he thought in despair as he watched Heather leave.He tried to chase after her, but at that moment, a red sports car pulled up next to him. The door on the driver's side opened, and a young woman with an hourglass figure stepped out. She wore a long, red dre