Chapter 143: Drugged
I quickly took out my phone and called Jas.
"Jas, Director Sophia seems to have twisted her ankle. Can you co help her upstairs?"
"Alright, I’m on my way," he replied imdiately.
Hearing that, I noticed Sophia’s expression stiffen slightly.
I exhaled quietly and shifted my stance, subtly putting more distance between us.
"Can’t stand?" I asked flatly.
Sophia looked up at , her eyes softening as she nodded.
"Just wait. Jas will be here soon."
I supported her only lightly now, keeping space between us.
She didn’t respond.
I didn’t either.
After a mont, she spoke again, her voice thinner this ti.
"CEO Blackwood... can you just help
to my room?"
Before I could answer, I spotted Jas approaching from the hotel entrance.
"Boss, I’ll take it from here," he said, quickly stepping in and supporting her.
Sophia’s grip on
loosened reluctantly.
She followed Jas, but even as she walked away, she kept turning back to look at .
I watched until they disappeared inside the hotel.
Then I turned away and reached for my phone to call the driver.
Alicia should be here by now.
At that mont—
A black SUV parked across the street suddenly flashed its headlights.
The SUV slowly pulled up in front of .
Then the back window slid down.
And I saw Alicia leaning lazily against the seat, arms crossed, watching
with a casual smile.
I opened the door and got in beside her.
"How long have you been here?" I asked. "Why didn’t you call ?"
The driver started the engine.
"Not long," Alicia replied lightly. "There were people throwing themselves at you earlier. How could you possibly have noticed ?"
So she had seen everything.
I imdiately explained, "I was only helping her up."
Thinking back on it now, Sophia had been deliberate in everything she did tonight.
From the toast...
To following
out...
To the fake injury.
I had sensed she was up to sothing earlier, but it wasn’t until we reached the hotel entrance that I beca certain.
I didn’t believe she had twisted her ankle at all.
Which ant—
Just as Alicia had warned
before...
Sophia might really have feelings for .
"Why didn’t you take her to the hospital first?" Alicia asked coolly. "Then escort her back to her room after. Who knows? You might’ve received a pleasant surprise."
I glanced at her, then lowered the car window and let the cool wind rush in.
"There’s already a surprise."
She turned to .
"Hmm?"
"You’ll find out when we get ho."
I hadn’t expected Sophia to go this far.
The mont I entered the car, I realized sothing was wrong with my body.
I had been drugged.
Anger surged through —
But beneath it was a quieter, far more dangerous thought.
This might be the perfect chance to ease the distance between Alicia and .
She was still holding back.
By the ti we reached the villa, heat was coursing through every part of .
My throat felt dry.
My breathing had grown uneven.
And yet—
It seed Alicia hadn’t noticed a thing.
??Alicia’s POV
??
??By the ti we returned to the villa, sothing felt... off.
??Alexander had been unusually quiet during the ride back.
??At first, I thought he was tired from work, but the mont he stepped out of the car, his movents seed slower than usual.
??When we entered the house, he loosened his tie with one hand and exhaled deeply.
??Kessy ca forward. "Mr. Blackwood, ma’am—"
??"You can go for the night," Alexander said flatly.
??She blinked, then nodded quickly and left.
??I turned to look at him.
??"Why are you sending her away so early today "
Kessy didn’t live at the villa. She only ca by from ti to ti to clean and make sure everything stayed in order. But ever since Alexander and I arrived, she had started coming early each morning to prepare breakfast and handle whatever we needed before leaving again by nine pm.
But it was only seven-thirty now.
??He didn’t answer imdiately.
??Instead, he walked past
and braced one hand against the staircase rail.
??My brows furrowed.
??"Alexander?"
??When he turned, I froze slightly.
??His eyes looked darker than usual, his breathing heavier, and there was a faint flush across his neck.
??"Are you sick?"
??He let out a short laugh.
??"Not exactly."
??I stepped closer instinctively and touched the back of my hand to his forehead.
??His skin was burning hot.
??My eyes widened.
??"You have a fever."
??The corner of his lips lifted.
??"No."
??His gaze locked onto mine.
??"It’s worse than that."
??My heartbeat stumbled.
??"...What do you an?"
??Alexander slowly straightened and took one step closer.
??"Alicia," he said, voice rough and low.
??"I think I’ve been drugged."
??I stared at him in shock.
??Then before I could react—
??He suddenly caught my wrist and lowered his head against my shoulder, breathing unevenly.
??"Don’t move," he muttered hoarsely.
??"I’m trying very hard to behave."
I stood there frozen for a mont, unsure of what to do.
Then I stepped forward and held him properly.
"Co on," I said softly. "I’ll help you upstairs."
"Mm."
He leaned part of his weight against , and slowly, we made our way up the stairs to the master bedroom.
Once inside, I guided him toward the bathroom.
"Take a shower. You’ll feel better."
Alexander paused for a mont, studying my face as though trying to read sothing there.
Then he gave a reluctant nod and went inside, shutting the door behind him.
I went to another bathroom to freshen up using the supplies I found inside.
When I returned to the room, Alexander still hadn’t co out.
I could hear the sound of running water from inside.
I couldn’t help wondering if he was alright.
I entered the walk-in closet to change.
I had forgotten to bring my pajamas, so I searched through the wardrobe while drying my damp hair with a towel.
I was so distracted that I didn’t hear the bathroom door open.
Only when I sensed movent behind
did I turn sharply.
And froze.
Alexander stood at the entrance of the closet.
His hair was damp, droplets still tracing down the side of his neck.
His breathing was uneven.
Our gazes locked.
I instinctively stepped backward until my shoulders touched the corner wall.
Forcing a smile, I said lightly,
"Did you take a cold shower? Last ti, you—"
"It’s cold outside now," he said hoarsely, cutting
off as he slowly stepped closer.
"If I take a cold shower, I might catch one."
There was sothing dangerous in his eyes.
Heat.
Restraint.
Flas barely held back.
"Maybe... maybe you should go to the hospital," I said, trying to steady my voice.
"It’s too late for that."
"Alexander..."
"Mmm—"
The rest of my words disappeared beneath his kiss.
Alexander pulled
close, his hand at the back of my neck, deepening the kiss.
Even in the heat of the mont, there was tenderness in the way he kissed . His hand, which had been resting on my waist, slid lower, cupping my curves. Alexander’s breath filled my senses, warm and heavy.
The kiss was wet and scorching. I could barely catch my breath. The towel hanging around my body loosened and fell to the floor, but I didn’t even care anymore.
In that small space, the air was thick with tension. His labored breathing mixed with my soft moans. I braced myself against the wall, moving in rhythm. My eyes closed, my face flushed, my lips slightly parted, while his hands kept roaming over my body.
I knew this wasn’t right for . I knew I couldn’t let myself fall into that whirlpool or beco this comfortable with everything happening right now. I still didn’t trust him completely. I still rembered the hurt too clearly. But I just couldn’t help it. My body was betraying , leaning into his touch and his kisses so naturally, as if it belonged there.
Alexander, still in his bathrobe, scooped
up and laid
on the bed, starting a new round of passion.
On the large bed, our bodies tangled together. He looked up at , and our gazes locked. His eyes, full of desire, stared into mine as if trying to read , as if asking for my permission to continue...
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