“It’s too late,” Waylen says coldly, “It doesn’t matter what you say—I won’t believe it.”
He hates deception and betrayal the most, and he’s made it clear to her that he can’t stand those two things. Yet time and time again, she challenged him and lied to him and betrayed him. In a fit of anger, he rips his shirt, revealing his strong chest.
Leilani suddenly feels a sharp pain in her chest. She is so frightened and afraid that he will f.u.c.k her forcefully. Standing there in his ripped clothes, he looks like the fiercest predator.
“I should have just had the abortion,” she thinks, “If I let him f.u.c.k me now, I may even lose this baby. Why do I want to refuse, though? Maybe if I agree to have the baby, he’ll believe that it’s his child and not Andrew’s, but why am I so worried about proving that to him?”
Leilani shakes her head to clear her thoughts. She knows she needs to leave the room before Waylen completely loses control. He continues to tear at his clothes—as crazed as a rabid dog. She pushes him away and runs out of the room, almost slamming into Robert.
“Mrs. Bamford,” he gasps.
Leilani looks down at her exposed b.r.e.a.s.t and quickly pulls the torn fabric of her shirt to cover it. With her other hand, she grips the stairway railing. Her face is flushed a bright pink.
“Mr. Bamford is inside,” she tells Robert, “There’s something wrong with him. You need to look after him.”
“It seems that Mr. Bamford ingested a medical-grade aphrodisiac,” Robert says.
“Call Dr. Walters at once,” Leilani says, gripping the railing more tightly.
Robert closed his eyes momentarily. He wishes Mrs. Bamford would just help her husband instead of dragging him into it, but he nods his orders to the bodyguards. Leilani glances back at the door to Waylen’s bedroom; she can feel his frustration through the thick wood.
“Please take good care of Mr. Bamford,” Leilani says.
She runs to her bedroom and quickly locks the door behind her. She gasps when she sees Leonie sitting at the makeup table. Leonie holds a cotton ball in her hand and rubs it gently against one of her toes.
“Why the hell are you here?” Leilani asks.
“Leilani, I hurt my toe,” Leonie says, blowing cold air on the injured toe.
Leilani almost admires Leonie’s ability to switch demeanors and moods as she sees fit.
“She’s a gifted actress,” Leilani thinks with a sigh.
“Your toe is none of my concern,” Leilani responds acidly, “I’m asking you what you’re doing in my bedroom.”
Leilani wants to grab Leonie and throw her out of the room, but she can’t open the door for fear that Waylen will come barging in.
“I misplaced something, and I couldn’t find it anywhere,” Leonie said evasively, “So I thought I’d try my luck in here.”
“Why would your item be in my bedroom?” Leilani asks with a questioning look.
“Sometimes things have a way of appearing where you least expect them,” Leonie said with a smirk.
Leilani ignores the taunt in Leonie’s words.
“What is it?” she asks.
“A swan stud,” Leonie replies.
“What’s wrong with your toes?”
“I accidentally hit the edge of the dresser,” Leonie says with a little shrug.
Suddenly they hear noises outside the door. Though the walls are thick and filled with sound-proofing materials, they can still hear the sounds of muffled voices. Though everything sounds filtered, Waylen’s voice is clearly audible.
“What’s going on out there?” Leonie asks, applying ointment from a first aid kit to her injured toes. She finishes with her first aid and stands up, “I’ll take a look.”
“Don’t go!” Leilani exclaims.
She grabs Leonie’s arm and tugs.
“Why?” Leonie says with feigned curiosity, “Clearly, something is going on in the hall.”
Leonie can put two and two together. She can only assume that Waylen opened the bottle of laced wine she sent. The aphrodisiac must be kicking in, and he’s looking for Leilani in a l.u.s.tful frenzy. Leilani knows this and has run to her room to hide and protect her pregnancy—she’s even locked the door to protect herself from Waylen’s strong desires. Leonie feels a thrill run through her body.
On the other side of the door, Robert and a team of bodyguards try to stop Waylen. “Sir, wake up, you’ll hurt Mrs. Bamford,” Robert says.
He has no idea who drugged Waylen, but the stuff is potent. Waylen is behaving like a crazed beast.
“Knock me out!” Waylen roars, clenching his fists so hard the blue veins seem to bulge and burst, “Do you hear me? I want you to knock me out!”
“But,” Robert hesitates.
“She’s probably pregnant!” Waylen hisses.
Though he feels himself losing control, his last shred of sanity tells him that he can’t hurt Leilani. He knows he may not be the father, but the thought of causing her any kind of harm is alien to him.
Robert feels deeply conflicted. On the one hand, he agrees that Leilani’s pregnancy should be protected at all costs; on the other hand, he can’t hit his boss and knock him out. As he dwells on the problem and ponders what he should do, his head begins to hurt. He wishes someone would just knock him out, so he doesn’t have to deal with the problem. Before he can decide on a course of action, Dr. Walters appears.
Three bodyguards rush for Waylen and try to restrain him, but Waylen’s physical strength is not to be underestimated. Half mad with animal l.u.s.t, Waylen flings them away from him. Two of them fall down the stairs, and one guy flying over the handrail. Robert charges toward Waylen and calls for more bodyguards to help him. It takes multiple men and several minutes of struggle before they manage to pin Waylen down.
Dr. Walters immediately pulls out a needle and stabs it into one of Waylen’s bursting veins. The syringe quickly fills with blood. Dr. Walters inserts the blood into a portable machine and waits for the results. Waylen struggles and rages the whole time. The machine beeps, and the doctor frowns deeply upon seeing the results.
“It’s a strong RH9 aphrodisiac,” he announces, “It’s not lethal. But he needs to have intercourse.”
Dr. Walters looks around, hoping to see Leilani.
“How about sedatives?” Robert blurts out.
“That won’t work,” Dr. Walters says gravely, “It will temporarily calm him, but it won’t fix the problem. Besides, he’d need an incredibly high dose of sedative to counteract the aphrodisiac, and I’m afraid the different drugs could have an adverse reaction with each other.”
“There has to be some other way,” Robert implores, “How about using hands or props?”
The bodyguards glance at each other with sly smirks. Everyone knows that Robert has been single for a long time, and his knowledge of self-pleasure amuses them. They won’t let him forget about this comment. Waylen seizes on their temporary distraction and forcefully shoves them away. He leaps to his feet and begins to search the rooms of the house.
His body is on fire, and his very blood seems to scorch his veins. He’s as hard as he’s ever been, and he’s lost all remaining scraps of sanity. He wants her, badly. He can’t think of anything but taking her. He has never wanted anything as desperately as he wants to f.u.c.k her.
Robert knows that Waylen will hold him responsible if anything wrong happens to Leilani. He rushes to her room to warn her. He knocks on the door and shouts her name.
“Mrs. Bamford, Robert, here,” he shouts, “Don’t open the door. Waylen can’t control himself, and he’s looking for you. Hide quickly! And whatever you do, don’t open the door for him!”
Robert is afraid that a door won’t stop Waylen. He’s seen Waylen’s strength firsthand, and the drug seems to have increased it.
“Hide?” Leilani asks anxiously.
She has to put her ear to the door to hear Robert’s words. Once she understands what he’s saying, she feels overwhelmed by despair. She desperately wants to find Waylen and help him.
“But can I really do that?” Leilani asks herself, “I’m bearing Waylen’s child. Our child. Waylen may not believe that he’s the father of the child, but he may learn the truth someday. If I go out there and lose the child, he will be devastated when he discovers what he’s done.”
She quickly glanced around the room, looking for a place to hide. There are three options: the bathroom, the changing room, and the closet. None of them are ideal.
“Leilani, what’s happening?” Leonie asks with fake concern, “Why does Robert want you to hide?”
Leonie is standing by the dresser so she can’t hear Robert’s words, but she can guess what’s going on. Leilani repeats what Robert said, and Leonie fights the urge to smile. She can’t believe the aphrodisiac is working as well as it is.
“I don’t know why I’m telling you this,” Leilani mutters, “It’s none of your business!”
Leilani looks out on the balcony and thinks about hiding out there, but she quickly decides it’s too dangerous. Her room is on the third floor, and Waylen seems out of control. If she accidentally fell from the balcony, it could be fatal.
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