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    Wesley’s red-rimmed eyes burned with longing as he fixed his gaze on her. “It’s toote for that.” She was right there, close enough to touch. Not even ice water could douse the fire now.


    Wesley’s long fingers found his belt. The crisp click of metal unfastening cut through the thick silence before his belt hit the floor with a dull ng.


    Elena’s gaze instinctively followed the movement of his hands. Beneath the taut muscles of his torso, his legs were encased in cks, and the outline of his arousal was unmistakable.


    Her heart fluttered involuntarily, her breath catching. Even through the fabric, she could see the size of his arousal. The bulge in his trousers seemed to pulse like a force waiting to be unleashed.


    Wesley’s fingers slid down to the zipper. In an instant, Elena intervened, eximing, “Stop!”


    But Wesley didn’t stop. Instead, he gripped her wrist, guiding her hand lower. “Ugh!” He tilted his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as a strained groan escaped him.


    What her hand touched was hard, burning with an intensity that made her palm feel like it was searing.


    She tried to pull away, but Wesley held her hand down again, forcing her to grip him.


    A thin sheen of sweat glistened on his skin as veins pulsed along his neck, pleasure rolling through him in waves.


    Her hand remained rigid, frozen with hesitation. She looked at Wesley, seeing that he waspletely consumed by pleasure. She knew there was no getting through to him now.


    Her free hand inched toward her pocket, fingers brushing against the small, hidden tranquilizer pen.


    Suddenly, Elena threw her arms around Wesley’s neck. He went rigid, his body tensing as a flicker of surprise and anticipation shed in his eyes. He nced down at her, breath unsteady. “Elena…”


    Before he could process her move, she drove the hidden injector into the base of his skull with swift precision.


    Wesley’s eyes fluttered shut as he copsed to the floor.


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    With his towering frame no longer caging her in, Elena let out a slow, shaky breath. Her palms were damp with sweat. What the hell had Theo given Wesley to make him lose control like that?


    Elena nced at the motionless form on the floor but didn’t feelpelled to move him. He would be fine once the effects of the drug wore off.


    The lingering, sticky sensation on her palm wouldn’t go away. Elena turned on the faucet, washing her hands repeatedly with soap until she felt clean again.


    Sitting on the sofa, she pulled out her phone, her fingers idly scrolling through the onlinements.


    Theo’s scandal had blown up. It was now trending at the very top of the searches. The Spencer family was undoubtedly scrambling to suppress the news.


    Elena clicked on the link. Although the video had been taken down, the scathingments were still appearing.


    Most people were tearing Theo apart. A few outliers suggested that both the woman and Theo shared some me, but those opinions were quickly drowned out by the outrage.


    After a while, Elena grew bored of the online drama. Her gaze wandered back to Wesley. There was no denying that Wesley was handsome. He was the kind of man she was drawn to, with a strong, well-built physique.


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