Skipped At The Altar, Taken By His Uncle novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Whitney hadn’t expected Klein to kiss her

His burning palm locked around the back of her head, and his other hand wrapped around her wallt

He pulled her closer, and she couldn’t resist

Even through the thin fabric of their clothes, she could feel the heat radiating from his body

Whitney murmured. “Klein.”

Klein swallowed every soft whimper that escaped her lips, and the kiss deepened

Whitney’s mind went blank, and all rational thought disappeared.

The quiet lounge filled with the thick scent of pheromones and desire. Their breaths tangled together and she felt lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.

Finally, Klein released her lips and pulled back, breathing heavily. His voice came out hoarse and strained. “Sorry. Someone drugged me.”

Whitney’s face flushed crimson, and her eyes glistened with moisture. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him. “Can you let go of me now?”

His body pressed against hers, and she could feel his obvious arousal. She didn’t dare to meet his eyes

“Sorry.” He apologized, but his hand stayed locked around her waist.

Whitney listened to his ragged breathing, and it took another five minutes before he finally pushed her

away.

She turned her back to him. “Should I call 911?”

She’d been drugged once before, and she knew that bone–deep, crawling sensation–like millions of ants gnawing at you from the inside. She knew how agonizing it was.

He said, “No need.”

“Then how are you going to-”

“There’s no way I’m helping him with that, Whitney thought

Klein stood up, his fare flushed red, and headed straight for the bathroom. Don’t come in. Ill handle this myself.

Like I’d want to go in there anyway. Whitney thought.

“Okay,” she said out loud. “If it gets too bad, just go to the hospital.”

The veins on Klein’s hand stood out as he gripped the doorframe, and Whitney wondered why going to the hospital seemed completely off the table for him.

Chapter 64

Whitney hadn’t expected Klein to kiss her.

His burning palm locked around the back of her head, and his other hand wrapped around her waist

He pulled her closer, and she couldn’t resist.

Even through the thin fabric of their clothes, she could feel the heat radiating from his body

Whitney murmured. “Klein.”

Klein swallowed every soft whimper that escaped her lips, and the kiss deepened.

Whitney’s mind went blank, and all rational thought disappeared.

The quiet lounge filled with the thick scent of pheromones and desire. Their breaths tangled together, and she felt lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.

Finally, Klein released her lips and pulled back, breathing heavily. His voice came out hoarse and strained. “Sorry. Someone drugged me.”

Whitney’s face flushed crimson, and her eyes glistened with moisture. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him. “Can you let go of me now?”

His body pressed against hers, and she could feel his obvious arousal. She didn’t dare to meet his eyes.

“Sorry.” He apologized, but his hand stayed locked around her waist.

Whitney listened to his ragged breathing, and it took another five minutes before he finally pushed her away.

She turned her back to him. “Should I call 911?”

She’d been drugged once before, and she knew that bone–deep, crawling sensation–like millions of ants gnawing at you from the inside. She knew how agonizing it was.

He said, “No need.”

“Then how are you going to-

There’s no way I’m helping him with that, Whitney thought.

Klein stood up, his face flushed red, and headed straight for the bathroom. “Don’t come in. I’ll handle this myself

Like I’d want to go in there anyway, Whitney thought

“Okay,” she said out loud. “If it gets too bad, just go to the hospital”

The veins on Klein’s hand stood out as he gripped the doorframe, and Whitney wondered why going to the hospital seemed completely off the table for him.

The only answer she got was the sound of running water.

Whitney couldn’t sit still. She should leave right now, but she was thinking about Klein. If she just walked out, that made her kind of a terrible person.

How did he even get drugged in the first place?‘ she thought.

Then it hit her–the orange juice.

Whitney pulled out her phone and searched for the fastest way to counteract the effects of the drug. The answer that popped up made her freeze.

Sex.

Whitney sta

Behin

Sou

kwardly.

door, she could hear more than just the shower running. There were other oans that he was clearly trying to suppress.

together, filling the room with unbearable tension.

torture finally ended.

rom the steam–filled bathroom wi wel wrapped around his waist. His hair was still es were clear again and back to

m sorry. I lost control back th

stayed silent. She couldn’t

hought she was still ar something? Get i

at?”

always

“it’s fine” because it wasn’t fine.

rand crouched down beside her. “Do you want to hit

tely off guard.

f his face to her. “Go ahead, hit me. It’ll make you feel better.”

rious right now?‘ she thought.

mplicated expression. “Are you okay?”

d in the hallway. “Which room is it?”

started pounding on

ard a shrill wo

ed ou

. “Ah-”

blank. ‘Wait, the man in the room. It

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