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After finishing his cigarette, Drake’s frustration had only intensified.
He drove back to his hotel.
Opening the door to his suite, he irritably loosened his tie and hung his jacket on the door hook. ncing up, he suddenly froze.
On therge bed in the center of the room….
Siennay sprawled seductively, wearing nothing but a ckce slip that left little to the imagination, the silhouette of her figure clearly visible beneath the thin fabric.
“There you are, handsome,” she purred, her voice dripping with invitation. “Miss me?”
The scene was intensely provocative. Drake felt his blood rushing south, his mind momentarily
short–circuiting.
Despite his immediate physical response, he forced himself to maintain control, his expression
hardening. “What the hell are you doing in my room?”
Sienna’s eyes were liquid with desire. “Waiting to give you what she never could.”
“Get out!” Drake snapped, his tone cial.
“You don’t mean that,” Sienna’s voice was husky with need.
She slid off the bed and slinked toward him with deliberate movements, her hips swaying. She grabbed
his tie roughly, her smile predatory as she pressed herself against him, whispering in his ear.
“Come on, Drake… let me take care of you tonight. I know exactly what you like.”
Drake intended to push her away.
But Sienna yanked his tie downward, rising on her tiptoes to im his mouth in a hungry kiss.
Drake let out a muffled groan, his resistance crumbling.
The temperature in the room skyrocketed.
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Drake shifted from passive to aggressive, picking Sienna up and roughly throwing her onto the bed.
What followed was a night of reckless, almost angry passion.
The next morning, Drake slept until he woke naturally, Opening his eyes to find Sienna’s face inches from his own, he was instantly jolted into full alertness,
He sat up abruptly, the sheet falling away from his bare chest. “What the fuck are you still doing here?”
Sienna smiledzily, deliberately letting the sheet slip to reveal her naked body. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten our little… workout, baby. You couldn’t get enough of mest night.”
Drake was dumbfounded.
His gaze shifted downward, seeing clothes scattered across the floor along with ripped lingerie. The memories of their raw, animalistic encounter came flooding back.
“Goddammit,” Drake cursed, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he got up to dress.
“Where are you running off to?” Sienna quickly reached for him, her fingers trailing up his thigh.
“Back off!” Drake shoved her hand away. “Listen to me, and listen good. This was a one–time mistake. Don’t fucking try to seduce me again. Thalia is the only woman I care about now.”
“Bullshit,” Siennaughed coldly. “You seemed pretty damn invested in mest night. Why deny what’s between us? You still want me. Admit it.”
Drake gave a harshugh. “Christ, you really don’t get it, do you? Sex is just sex. When I was fucking you, I was thinking about Thalia the entire time. Why else do you think I could keep going for so long?”
“You-” All color drained from Sienna’s face in an instant. “You absolute piece of shit!”
Drake pulled on a clean shirt, not bothering with the buttons yet. “Like that’s news to you? You’ve always known exactly what kind of asshole I am.”
Heughed bitterly, his smile empty. “If I wasn’t trash, would I have screwed around with you while I was still with Thalia? If I wasn’t aplete asshole, would I have lost her in the first ce?”
Hearing this, Sienna suddenlyughed.
“So you knew all along what you were doing.” Contempt shed in her eyes. “At least you’re self–aware about being scum.”
I’ll refine this section to better match contemporary Western expression styles, using British English for the Londonw firm staff and adapting cultural references ordingly.
ckwood Industries, CEO’s office.
Asher’s brow furrowed slightly. “Any progress? Have we identified who took Vanessa Miller away?
William, his assistant, reported: “Based on surveince footage, we can confirm that the people who kidnapped Miss Lucy that day at the engagement party and those who took Vanessa Miller are likely the
same group.”
“We’ve discovered that Vanessa has been smuggled out of the country. We still haven’t identified the people who took her. Both our private investigators and the police have made no new progress, Whenever we find a new lead, it quickly disappears–investigations hit dead ends halfway through.”
Asher contemted this, his expression grave. “It seems the person behind this wields considerable influence.”
His fingers tapped rhythmically on the edge of his desk. “Have we questioned the Walsh family?”
William replied: “Yes, their story remains unchanged. They im that Mr. Walsh had no knowledge that Vanessa was your admirer, that they were simply attending the event aspanions.”
Friday morning. Sinir & Kleinw firm.
Sarah, the litigation department head, sent a message to the group chat.
[Department dinner tonight. All litigation team members wee to attend. Time and location details to
follow.]
Shortly after the message was sent, Lucy Jenkins messaged Thalia privately.
[Miss Winters, will you be joining us this evening<b>?</b><b>] </b>
Lucy had always been close to Thalia, and after Thalia saved her from an attacker, the young woman was both grateful and impressed, practically bing Thalia’s devoted fan.
Later, Sarah had assigned Lucy to be Thalia’s assistant, and the two had developed a genuine friendship.
Thalia replied: [I shall indeed. Haven’t any ns after work anyway.]
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Nathan had been formally arrested on suspicion of criminal activity.
Enzo had also been sued by Thalia for nder and defamation. After the court epted the case, Enzo couldn’t bear the embarrassment of remaining at the firm and resigned voluntarily.
Now <b>that </b>the office environment had improved and her colleagues were pleasant to work with, Thalia rather enjoyed it, so she naturally wanted to attend the department dinner.
Lucy quickly responded.
[Brilliant! If you’re going. I’m definitely in!]
The dinner venue was a tasteful but unpretentious restaurant.
After the meal, someone suggested moving to a bar for drinks.
Thalia reflected that <b>with </b>everything that had happened recently, she’d been constantly on edge and needed to rx, so she agreed to go for drinks.
They went to a quiet lounge bar.
The colleagues drank, chatted, and shared stories. Thalia was in good spirits and joined in with a few sses.
Her alcohol tolerance had always been poor, and after just a few drinks, she began to lose rity.
“Listen to me, all of you.” Thalia slurred, her face flushed, her steps unsteady. “I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose! You were made to be ruled! Kneel before me, you mewling quims!”
Some colleagues were so drunk they had passed out on the table.
A few with better toleranceughed and took out their phones to record videos.
Lucy was among them.
Actually, Lucy didn’t have a high tolerance–she simply wasn’t drinking at all, havinge solely to keep Thaliapany.
She worried that Thalia might get into trouble when drunk, so she stayed close by.
And it seemed her concern was warranted.
After just a few drinks, Thalia waspletely intoxicated.
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Seeing Tha’s drunken antics, Lucy found it amusing and took out her phone to record, ying along “We kneel before the mighty Loki!”
Thalia giggled. “Let me tell you something my nce is… is the best bloody fiancé in the world. Did you know he’s fancied me for simply ages? Hee hee…”
Lucy smiled as she continued recording. “Is that right? How terribly sweet.”
“I’ll let you in on a secret. My fiancé may look absolutely gorgeous, but actually he…”
Another coherent colleague asked with a grin: “He what?”
The intoxicated Thalia giggled again. “I’m not afraid to tell you… I think my fiancé might have… a bit of trouble getting it up… you know what I mean?”
At the bar counter. “Pfft!” A strikingly handsome man spat out his drink upon hearing Thalia say her fiancé had erectile dysfunction.
After he finishedughing, he took out his phone and sent a message.
[I heard you have trouble in the bedroom department, mate?]
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