Drunk and Daring I Kissed a Tycoon novel Chapter 9

Luke swiftly took off his suit jacket and crouched down, draping it over Tina's exposed body.

Tina wailed in devastation. 

"Vespera Gildon, get the hell out!" Luke bellowed, his fury blinding him to the face that Vespera's face had turned deathly pale.

Osbert finally snapped out of his shock and rushed to support her. "Are you okay?"

Vespera clenched her jaws, her eyes red-rimmed. "Luke, you make me sick."

She shoved Osbert's hand away. Even though she could barely stand, she refused to let anyone help her.

Luke's chest tightened. That look in Vespera's eyes earlier felt like she would never open to him again. Panic crept into his heart.

Osbert hesitated before speaking, "Mr. Munoz, I think she hurt her back pretty badly."

Luke's expression darkened. He hadn't held back when he shoved Vespera just now. The image of her wincing in pain flashed through his mind.

Ignoring Tina's hysterical sobs, he got up and ran after Vespera.

"Becca, I want to leave early. I just… I really don't want to see his face anymore."

Leaning weakly against the corner of the elevator, Vespera clutched her phone, her voice barely above a whisper. The effort to keep her emotions in check made her tremble.

Vespera couldn't go back to the project department looking so disheveled. Swallowing the pain, she forced herself to leave the company and drove straight to her new place.

Rebecca could sense Vespera's despair. She grabbed her bag and car keys without hesitation. "Where are you?"

Vespera gave her an address.

"Got it. I'm on my way."

Rebecca wasn't just her divorce lawyer—she was her childhood best friend. So, she knew Vespera well.

Vespera might look soft and gentle, but deep down, she was proud and unyielding. Ever since she found out about Luke's affair, she had kept her pain locked away, dealing with the divorce with chilling composure. Not once had she broken down in front of Rebecca.

Judging by how Vespera was acting, Luke must have crushed her completely. That bastard deserved to burn.

"Okay. I'll wait for you."

Vespera hung up and leaned against the elevator wall. Her long hair fell over her face, shrouding her in darkness. She felt like she was sinking, dragged down by an endless, suffocating abyss.

She had no idea how much time had passed when suddenly, a man's deep, smooth voice broke the silence in the elevator. "You done yet?" 

Vespera opened her eyes and turned sharply. Her gaze landed on the broad shoulders wrapped in black fabric and a pale slender neck. The stark contrast between black and white exuded an air of refined aloofness. 

As her eyes trailed upward, they met his deep, glacial eyes, devoid of warmth. The man watched her silently. She recognized him.

"It's you," Vespera murmured before falling into a daze and locking in a silent staring match with Dominic.

Dominic was deeply frustrated by the lost and dazed woman before him. Vespera had followed him from the parking garage like a shadow. She had tagged along into the elevator and stood still in the corner farthest from him.

He leaned in, towering over her with his height of over six feet—six feet and three inches tall, to be exact.

Instinctively, Vespera raised her hand to block him. "What are you—"

Before she could finish, his hand pressed gently on her arm, palm outward, casually moving her to the side. Then he reached the fingerprint scanner, activating it with ease.

Vespera was at a loss for words. At that moment, it dawned on her, and her brain slowly cleared from the fog of confusion.

The elevator hadn't moved because she hadn't pressed anything. Moreover, she had blocked the fingerprint scanner, which meant he couldn't scan either.

It was embarrassing.
The elevator began to rise. As the number "5" lit up, she hesitantly reached forward and pressed her 
own floor—catching sight of his floor number at the same time. Dominic stayed on the 46th floor. The top floor.

She shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the awkwardness in the air.

Suddenly, Dominic's phone vibrated. He answered in a cool, deep voice, "What's up? Measurements? Ms. Gildon is asking?"

Vespera turned her neck stiffly, the embarrassment almost pushing her to the edge. She steadied her breath and asked, "Is now a bad time?"

Vespera stirred slightly, trying to turn over. However, the sharp pain in her waist made her give up 
instantly. She stayed where she was, resting against the bed.

Rebecca stayed with her for a while, making sure she was okay. Then she went to the pharmacy to buy 
some medicated patches for Vespera's waist.