He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 297

It happened so fast.

*Buzz.*

Julian's brain short-circuited. His mind went entirely blank.

Watching her soft lips press against his, his heart slammed wildly against his ribs. His breathing completely fractured. In a panic, he shoved her back and pinned her wrists tightly.

That was close. Too close.

Still reeling, he gasped for air, his Adam's apple bobbing sharply.

She tried to struggle, but he easily held her wrists above her head. Her eyes were still squeezed shut, her face a terrifying shade of red as she twisted uncontrollably against the seat.

With them pressed so closely together, he could feel the unnatural, radiating heat coming off her skin.

This wasn't right. This wasn't right at all.

Even the worst drunks just passed out or threw up. They didn't act like this.

Had someone spiked their drinks while they were away from the table?

The terrifying realization hit him. He immediately grabbed his phone and dialed Chatwin's number.

In the Maybach nearby.

Talia had straddled Chatwin, acting like a ravenous little beast. She was wildly kissing his face and neck, her hands frantically grabbing and tearing at his clothes.

The buttons on his crisp white shirt had been completely ripped open, and her hands were roaming aggressively over his chest and abs.

The second he answered, Julian barked, "Someone drugged their drinks! Tell me you didn't do this!"

So that was it.

The fog in his brain vanished instantly. He cursed loudly. "What kind of monster do you think I am? I'm a lawyer! I don't drug people!"

Julian was breathing heavily. It sounded like he was in the middle of a wrestling match himself, accompanied by the rustle of fabric and muffled whimpers. "Then what the hell is happening? Who's trying to set us up? What's your situation?"

Pinning Talia's flailing hands down, Chatwin looked grim. "What do you think? I feel like a piece of meat surrounded by hungry wolves. She's impossible to shake. If you hadn't called, I was about to lose my mind."

"Do not take advantage of her!" Julian snapped. "Call Gordon Wyatt right now. He knows the nightlife scene. Tell him to bring an antidote so we can wake them up before we get them to a hospital. We can't drive like this. Whatever you do, keep your hands to yourself!"

"Fine. We'll wait outside the cars. Let them stay inside so things don't... escalate."