Chapter 4 Deadly Temptation
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Leila had drunk too much.
It had been so long since she had felt this free, this exhilarated. She couldn't help but get lost in the moment. Men kept approaching her, one after another, while she and Sophia laughed and played, occasionally flirting with them. It felt damn good.
As Leila reached for her drink again, ready to take another sip, she didn't notice that the color of her drink had slightly changed. She was chatting with Sophia, oblivious, and downed the glass in one go. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit her, and the world around her started spinning.
"Sophia... I don't feel so good," Leila muttered, clutching her forehead. A strange, burning sensation was spreading through her body.
"What's wrong?" Sophia asked, her voice filled with concern.
Leila shook her head, but the heat inside her body intensified. Her heart was racing, and a strange, unfamiliar feeling spread through her veins. The music was deafening, and the flashing neon lights made everything feel disorienting—like the whole world was spinning.
"I need to go to the bathroom," she said, struggling to stand up.
"Should I go with you?" Sophia asked, standing up too.
"No, it's fine!" Leila waved her off, pushing her back into her seat. Stumbling, she made her way toward the restroom.
But her vision was blurry, and in her disoriented state, she didn't even realize she had opened the door to the men's bathroom.
Inside, a tall figure stood by the sink. Hearing the door open, he turned, his sharp gaze locking onto Leila. He had a chiseled face with a rugged, almost dangerous allure, but his eyes were cold and distant, his lips pressed into a firm line—exuding control, restraint, and a simmering intensity beneath the surface.
Leila instantly recognized his back—the man who had stepped in to stop Nicholas earlier!
Seeing his face now, she froze, her heart pounding.
The man in front of her was like an iceberg—intimidating and closed off. Yet, under the influence of the drug, Leila couldn't help but feel an undeniable attraction. His deep blue eyes seemed to pierce right through her soul, making her want to get closer.
Without thinking, her gaze dropped to Charles Winston's crotch.
Wow!
She swallowed, a flicker of desire crossing her eyes.
It was a primal reaction, and with the alcohol and drugs in her system, she couldn't fight it.
In her hazy mind, she thought about how Ashford City's biggest nightlife venues lived up to their reputation—every male escort was good-looking and muscular. Maybe even better than Nicholas!
She unconsciously took a step toward him, a thought flashing in her mind, 'This perfect man will help me forget all my worries.'
"You're in the wrong bathroom." The man's deep voice was tinged with a slight annoyance. He scanned her briefly, as if evaluating her condition.
"Sorry!" Leila tried to focus for a moment, but as she opened her mouth to explain, another wave of dizziness hit. She stumbled, almost falling.
The man frowned and stepped forward, catching her before she could hit the floor.
"You drunk?" he asked, his voice still detached, though there was a hint of concern buried beneath the coldness.
Leila clung to his shirt collar, pulling him down so he was bent at her level. She let her fingers graze along his strong jawline as she whispered, "Don't you think this place is perfect for... chatting?"
But he didn't respond the way she expected. His expression tightened, and he pulled out his phone. "Miss, you need to leave here, or I'll call the police."
Leila grabbed his wrist, lifted herself onto her toes, and pressed her soft lips to his ear, leaving an unmistakable sense of intimacy in the air.
"Don't call the cops. I just... need you."
"Lady, get it together!" he said, his voice louder now, but he didn't push her away.
Leila's delicate fingers slid under his shirt collar and traced the solid muscles of his chest.
At the same time, both of them let out an involuntary groan.
"Let go of me, woman," he growled, his voice low and tense. But Leila was too disoriented to hear anything clearly. The drug clouded her mind, and her body was driven by pure instinct, roaming over his nearly perfect body.
Charles felt his patience wearing thin.
He had come here for a drink with friends, never expecting to run into something like this.
'I should just leave,' he thought. But the heat of her body pressed against his—her proximity, the intoxicating scent that surrounded her—made it almost impossible to step away.
He knew that if he walked away now, she would be left here to face... whatever might happen next.
Minutes later, two men in black suits appeared at the door of the bathroom.
"We couldn't find her friend," one reported to Charles.
Charles looked down at Leila, still clinging to him.
"Behave," he muttered, his voice firm but somehow reluctant. "I'll take you to a hotel."
Leila, in a daze, leaned against him, slurring words that made no sense.
The two assistants flanked her, trying to shield her from view as they quickly exited the club. They made sure to avoid drawing any attention as the car sped toward one of Charles' upscale hotels.
Inside the hotel room, the effects of the drug intensified. Leila's eyes were glazed, her breath quickening, her body burning with a feverish intensity. She staggered forward, her body drawn to his with a mind of its own.
"Help me..." she whispered, her voice a mixture of vulnerability and desire.
Charles instinctively tried to step back, but he was captivated by her gaze. Before he could react, Leila pulled him toward her, her lips crashing onto his in a desperate, fiery kiss.
The kiss was full of need, of longing—of something that couldn't be denied.
Charles finally gave in, his rational mind overwhelmed by the flood of desire. He felt Leila's hot breath on him, her trembling body in his arms. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.
Leila moaned softly, melting against him as he lifted her into his arms and pushed the bathroom door open.
The cold water hit them like a shock to the senses.
Leila shuddered as the freezing spray drenched her, momentarily cooling the heat of her body and bringing some clarity to her mind. But it wasn't enough to stop the storm raging inside her.
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