Divorced CEO's Forgotten Wife Strikes Back (Riley and Bryce) novel Chapter 39

**TITLE: Dreams Refuse Gravity by Leo Arden Knox**

**Chapter 39: I Could Be Your Antidote**

**Lucky Draw**

What are the odds? Or perhaps it was fate playing its hand. Riley had arrived with the intention of returning Sebastian’s clothes, yet now those very garments remained tucked away in Lara’s car, forgotten in the whirlwind of their unexpected encounter.

“Are you waiting for someone, Ms. Anderson?” Sebastian inquired, his voice smooth and inviting.

“Yes, actually. I’m waiting for my friend. We need to make a stop at the police station,” Riley replied, her mind racing. Given that Sebastian had also been at the party, he was undoubtedly aware of the events that had unfolded.

“Why don’t I give you a ride instead?” Sebastian suggested, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Riley blinked, momentarily taken aback. Before she could fully grasp the situation, a sleek silver-gray Maybach glided to a halt right in front of her. Without missing a beat, Sebastian grasped her wrist, pulling her into the car with an urgency that left her breathless.

“Hold on a second,” she protested, her eyes widening as she tried to regain her footing.

What was happening? Was she really being whisked away by Sebastian Torres? Where on earth was he taking her?

Inside the plush confines of the car, Riley shot him an incredulous glare. “What do you think you’re doing, Mr. Torres?” she demanded, her tone sharp.

“Just giving you a ride, that’s all,” he replied with a disarming smile.

“Thank you, but I really should go with my friend instead,” Riley insisted, her heart racing with a mix of confusion and something else—something dangerously enticing.

“Just wait a moment,” Sebastian said, his long fingers encircling her wrist with a firm grip.

The chill of his touch contrasted sharply with the warmth radiating from her skin, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her. Suddenly, she felt a whirlwind of sensations, each one more intense than the last.

“Mr. Torres,” she said, turning to him with determination, her fingertips digging into her palms as she tried to regain control, “this is crossing a line.”

“Forgive my forwardness,” he chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and allure. The heat pooling in her stomach was almost unbearable, and she fought against the rising tide of desire that threatened to overwhelm her.

“You don’t look well, Ms. Anderson. Are you really heading to the police station now?” His voice was a low whisper, tantalizingly close to her ear.

Riley found herself mesmerized by the way his lips moved as he spoke, her own mouth instinctively pressing into a nervous bite. Her throat felt parched, and she longed for something—anything—to quench the thirst that had nothing to do with water.

The heat within her was mounting, an insistent reminder of the effects of that incense. She needed to cool down, and fast.

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