Evelyn was happily waiting for Emmeline and the man she hired to get into it, then the paparazzis would jump in and get their scoop. I bet the whole city’s going to be shaken from this. They’re going to talk about Abel’s wife getting it on with another man in this very hotel…
Just the thought of it made her laugh, but then her laughter was cut short by a loud bang. The door swung open, and before she could see what was going on, Emmeline slammed her foot into Evelyn’s face.
The impact made Evelyn bleed from her nose and mouth, and she fell over.
“You set me up? You’re dead, b*tch!” Emmeline held Evelyn up and slapped her a dozen times.
By the time she was done, Evelyn’s head was as swollen as a balloon.
“I’ll kill you!” Still beset by rage, Emmeline whipped out a needle and pricked Evelyn’s back, then she tossed her out. Just when she was about to continue the abuse, desire flared back up. Emmeline lay on the table, huffing and puffing, but she managed to call Abel.
“You gotta save me, honey.”
“Emma?” Abel was shocked. “Where are you?”
“I… I’ll give you my location.” Emmeline tore at her collar.
“Do it right now!”
Emmeline hung up and gave Abel her location. About ten minutes later, a siren blared in the distance, and Abel came. When he kicked the room’s door down, Emmeline was already almost naked.
Abel took his jacket off and draped it over Emmeline. Concerned, he asked, “What happened?”
“Someone spiked my drink. But I beat them up. Including the paparazzis, but I…”
“But you what?”
“I need you.” Emmeline buried her head in his chest and bit him. “Come on. I can’t take it anymore.”
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