Dangerous Temptation

3: Stunned

MARGAUX WAS STILL CONFUSED when she turned her head to the car’s window. She could barely see the droplets of water hitting and rolling down the heavily tinted glass. They had been driving for hours, but she still didn’t know where they were heading.

‘This day didn’t happen? What does he mean by that?’ Exhausted, she let her back fall against the seat. She was hungry, dizzy, and tired, but she couldn’t complain a bit. Instead, she just looked down at her hands, which were resting on her knees.

They were already a few miles outside of Manila earlier when the guards received a phone call from her father. The next thing she could remember was how one of the guards dragged the doctor out of the car forcefully with a gun pressed against her head again.

The doctor begged for her life, cried aloud, and tried to escape. She wanted to help the lady back then, but she couldn’t. The guard that was left with her was eyeing her closely. Terrified, she turned in the other direction and pretended not to witness everything. God knew how staying quiet back then made her feel so worthless. Her conscience was killing her.

That was the last time she saw the doctor, and she couldn’t even tell if the doctor was still alive or not. The only thing she was sure of was that her father didn’t want anything wrong to happen with the amber-eyed man.

Alejandro might have ordered the guards to kick the doctor out after ensuring that the man survived the long trip.

She closed her eyes when a sinister thought crossed her mind. She wasn’t close to her father. She didn’t even know what her father usually ate for breakfast. However, she grew up being told that Alejandro was a good man. Her mother never failed to remind her of that.

"A good man?" Margaux snorted. What good man keeps a half-dead man inside his office and orders his guard to abduct a doctor?

"Kindly stay here, Madam Margaux. I’ll get you a coat. " It was that low voice that woke Margaux up from her trance. She blinked a couple of times without saying a word, and then turned to the tinted window. It was only then that she noticed that the car had stopped. A little scared, she turned her head to the driver’s seat and saw the guard open the door. He walked out of the car, locked it closed, and then rushed through the heavy rain.

'Chance!' her mind screamed upon seeing the guard leave. She quickly leaned against the window to observe where she was. With her eyes squinting, she gave a once-over to what was outside the car. She wanted to figure out where she was, but the dark-colored window made it almost impossible. She barely saw anything.

It was a few seconds more before her eyes landed on what looked like a villa nearby. With renewed curiosity, she pressed herself a little harder against the window of the car, hoping to see more. She could tell that there were many trees in that place, but the view was too dark. Although there was a light post close to the villa, its light was dimmed by the heavy rain, and she could only make out shapes.

Still staring and thinking, Margaux’s eyes suddenly widened as she finally identified where she was. ‘Mama’s old villa—’

"Oh!" Her own yelp cut off her thoughts. Something heavy fell on her back and pressed her hard against the car’s window.

She was pinned and couldn’t move. She quickly turned her head to see what was trying to suffocate her.

The first thing she saw was her medium-brown hair, soft and unruly. A loud, exasperated sigh escaped her chest upon realizing who owned it. Gracious! How could she even forget about Amber-eyed?

Trapped in another sticky situation, Margaux rolled her eyes. Should I take this man with me as I escape?

The currently senseless guy lost his balance from his seat. The guards didn’t put a seat belt on him earlier upon seeing how sensitive his condition was. Half of his body was wrapped in bondage, and he smelled heavily of medicine.

Margaux bit on her lip while thinking. Then, with one deep inhale, she tried to push his weight off of her back, hoping to get more space to move.

She wasn’t able to anticipate what her movements would result in. With a loud, painful roar, the amber-eyed man’s hand mindlessly grabbed the hollow of her waist out of reflex and gripped her hard.

She almost lost her breath when they both fell back onto the passenger seat with a loud thud.

"Aww!" "Cazzo!" Two voices echoed inside the car, one weaker than the other.

Losing her mind again, Margaux tried to wobble away. However, the man’s grip on her tightened even more, together with more painful grunts. It seemed that he was venting his pain on her, and the more she hurt him because of her movements, the more he choked her.

She wanted to move fast and run away, but the car’s confinement made it impossible. Although she was petite, the man with her was huge. The car’s backseat was choking with them squeezed in there.

One of the unconscious man’s hands landed on her chest and the other around her waist. His face was buried on her cheek, and she could feel how his overnight stubble was grazing her skin. She hitched her breath upon feeling a bulge under her butt cheek. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what that bulge was. Their legs were oddly intertwined in a rather intimate way. One of his knees ended up folded between her open legs, accidentally rubbing her.

Given another situation, she swore that she would give this man a twin-slap—no, make that a quadruplet-slap. However, the vulnerability and innocence of his responses made it clear to her that he wasn’t aware of anything at all. He was drugged.

Not knowing what to do, Margaux checked if she could pull her arms from under them. Unfortunately, what she did earned a tortured cuss from him. Her wrist was pressing on his left side, and that was where his wound was. He stirred a bit under her, and she gawked when his knees accidentally rubbed between her legs again.

She was shocked and afraid. She swallowed hard to control the foreign sensation in her center. Then, she quickly turned to him to check how he was, completely forgetting their proximity at the moment.

Their faces brushed against each other, and it was too late to pull back. Her lips had already landed on the wrongest place possible; his cold, pale lips.

Her eyes were still bulging out of their sockets when a clicking sound came from the driver’s seat door, and the guard from earlier peeked in.

"Ma’am Margaux, here’s your... coat."