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.

But now, here he was, seemingly willing to “sacrifice himself” for Riley.

Felix felt as if lightning had struck him, and Riley, too, was reeling from the shock of his proposal.

“You don’t mean… using our bodies to counteract the drug, do you?” she asked, her voice trembling with disbelief.

“Precisely,” Sebastian leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. “I think my body is quite decent, and Ms. Anderson, if you need it, you can use it anytime.”

Riley had never encountered a man who spoke about such intimate matters with such clinical detachment. She was completely blindsided.

“No… thank you. I… I don’t need that,” she stuttered, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and something more.

“Are you sure?” His cool breath caressed her face as his fingers began to trace a path up her arm, igniting a fire within her that she struggled to contain.

The juxtaposition of his cooling touch and the raging heat inside her was intoxicating, stirring a craving she desperately tried to suppress.

Summoning her resolve, Riley grasped Sebastian’s wrist, her fingers pressing against his pulse point as she locked eyes with him. “Mr. Torres, I just need…” She hesitated, her voice hoarse from the effects of the drug, “All I need is for you to drive me to the hospital!”