Seriously, the boss didn’t exploit Ms. Nightshade’s tendency to black out after a drink and take advantage of her, did he?
“Whoa!”
Leonard stood at the dining table, catching a glimpse of the girl in the man’s arms, and nearly spit out his drink.
Calling Orion a beast before was actually an understatement!
Out there in broad daylight, forcing himself on Xan was bad enough, but now with Xan completely knocked out, he was still not holding back!
He looked at the poor state of her mouth, her neck, and that suit jacket thrown over her to cover up; he assumed her skirt must have been all torn up.
Such a pity, his one-of-a-kind vintage dress worth millions had been ruined!
“Ms. Nightshade’s drunk. I’ll take her up.”
“Alright!” Cedric nodded, “Room 203, on the second floor. I’ve already sprinkled sulfur around. Boss, do you need dinner brought up?”
“No, I’ll stay with her.”
Stay with her? What else did he intend to do?!
Leonard watched him carry the girl upstairs and couldn’t help but lean in and whisper, “Ahem, just, you know, take it easy, man. She’s out of it; don’t do anything rash.”
Orion gave him a cold glance, and Leonard mimed zipping his lips.
“Forget it.” He thought, “He’s not gonna listen.”
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