She was inspired by Veronica’s suggestion and recruited chemists and biologists to make an aphrodisiac agent that she can add to Waylen’s food. The liquid is colorless, tasteless, and odorless, and it’s almost impossible to detect scientifically. She wanted to slip it into Waylen’s food, but she’s frustrated to discover he won’t be eating in the house. The Bamford family insists on the freshest food and ingredients, and she knows it’s too risky to add the agent to random foods in the hopes that it will somehow get to Waylen. She can only hope that her original plan to send Waylen laced wine will work.
Leonie is so angry that she viciously kicks the legs on the makeup table. She aims to kick after kick at the wood until he toes ache. She squats down and sees that her toenails have broken, and her foot is bleeding.
Waylen finishes eating his lunch in the conference room and carefully wipes his mouth with a napkin. Seeing that his boss is done eating, Robert enters the room carrying a tablet. He nods in greeting at his boss and wipes his sweat and fingerprints from the tablet’s screen.
Waylen glances at Robert and hopes there’s no urgent work for him to attend to. He desperately wants to slip home and check on Leilani. He’s been worrying about her all morning—it’s not like her to sleep so much, especially after she went to bed so early the night before.
“I’ve looked into Gabrielle’s background,” Robert announces, “It is indeed true that she became Mr. Clifford’s special nurse because she lost her internship at the hospital.”
“What about the relationship between Mr. Clifford and my wife?” Waylen asks impatiently.
“Before Leilani went to Pleasure City, Mr. Clifford and Mrs. Bamford did not have any contact with each other,” Robert coughs, “We can’t confirm why she had a photo of him, though. It’s been many years since the photo was taken.”
“Perhaps Mr. Clifford’s school was adjacent to Leilani’s school,” Waylen muses, “The photo may have been an accident.”
“Yes, as we can see, Mrs. Bamford is not friendly to Mr. Clifford,” Robert said, nodding eagerly, “When Mr. Clifford wanted to shine his stone and took Gabrielle away with him, Mrs. Bamford immediately went to save her sister. She doesn’t trust or like him.”
Waylen frowns—talking about Andrew makes him irritable, and he hates the way Robert is desperately defending Leilani. Before he tries to rescue Gabrielle, he wants to understand why Andrew is holding her prisoner. If he just wanted to shine his stone with her blood, he wouldn’t need to imprison her. As a man, it is easy to tell for Waylen whether Andrew desires Gabrielle, and it’s clear that he doesn’t. On the other hand, Andrew deeply desires Leilani.
Robert clears his throat, nervously. He knows he has to speak, but his tongue feels heavy. He’s terrified of Waylen’s reaction to the news, worried that his boss may get violent.
“No more nonsense!” Waylen snaps before Robert can gather the courage to speak.
“This is the surveillance video from the hotel in Pleasure City,” Robert said nervously, “It seems Mrs. Bamford and Mr. Clifford spent some time in the same bathroom together.”
Waylen impatiently grabs the tablet. There aren’t any cameras inside the bathroom, but the footage was recorded by a camera right outside the door. Waylen presses play. On the screen, Andrew walks into the bathroom. A few moments later, Leilani walks toward the bathroom; the door opens, and someone pulls her inside.
Waylen can hear voices talking, but the sound quality is fuzzy, and he can’t make out their words. Then muffled, but s.e.x.u.a.l sounds begin. First, Waylen hears a deep groan and assumes it’s Andrew. As the cries continue, Waylen starts to listen to a higher-pitched m.o.a.n. Then Andrew groans loudly—the sound of a satisfied man. The sound pierces his heart. He clutches the tablet almost hard enough to break it.
Waylen plays the video back again and again and makes it louder and louder. He orders Robert to bring him a speaker and connect it to the tablet. He stares at the screen and feels uncontrollable rage rise in his chest.
“How dare she make love with another man!” he thinks over and over again.
Waylen’s face is pale, and the blood vessels protrude on the back of his hands. Suddenly, he grabs the tablet and throws it at the wine rack in the conference room. Bottles shatter and spill wine. The screen of the tablet flickers and goes black. Waylen stands unstably.
“Andrew Clifford,” Waylen hisses, his lips arcing into a terrible grimace.
He takes a bottle of wine from the top of the rack and smashes the top off of it. Then he swigs from the broken bottle, unconcerned about the sharp glass on his lips. He quickly drains the wine. His blood burns with wine and anger. Then it begins to glow with something else.
As the aphrodisiac takes effect, Waylen begins to feel abnormally hot. He frowns and stamps around the room. His entire head feels hot. Although he was just furious with Leilani, now all he wants to do is f.u.c.k her.
Waylen storms out of the office and orders his driver to take him back to the Bamford family’s estate, although the drive takes more than 20 minutes typically, Waylen insists the driver ran red lights and make illegal turns. He arrives at the house in less than 10 minutes. Robert sits beside Waylen and grimaces. He knows his boss often falls into rages, but there seems to be an unusual rashness in his behavior.
“Have someone check the foods today,” Waylen says to Robert, before leaping out of the car.
Waylen runs up the stairs and into the bedroom. As he runs, the maids all call to him and greet him, but he doesn’t slow for anything. The maids exchange glances with one another and wonder what’s wrong with their boss. When he arrives at the bedroom, he throws the door wide open. Leilani is still sleeping in the bed.
He looks at her and feels the passion rise in his blood. He feels like he’s been poisoned, and she’s the only antidote—he would do anything to make the burning in his body stop. He lifts the quilt and takes her in his arms. The sweet scent of her skin and hair makes him groan low in his throat.
Leilani wakes with a gasp. She turns her head towards him, and he immediately claims her lips. He kisses her hard and harshly as if he wants to swallow her. His hands roamed her body, and he rips the fabric on one of her sleeves. Leilani comes to her senses and begins to push him away.
“Waylen Bamford, what’s the matter with you?” she asks.
“Let me f.u.c.k you,” he whispers low and seductive.
Leilani says nothing.
“I want to f.u.c.k you,” he whispers again.
“No, Waylen, you can’t touch me!” Leilani objects.
She pushes him away and jumps out of bed. The floor is cold on her bare feet, but she runs toward the door and jerks it open. He comes up behind her and slams it shut again.
“Why can’t I touch you?” Waylen asks, recalling Andrew’s groans in the video, “Tell me, who is allowed to touch you?”
Leilani doesn’t answer. Waylen presses her against the door, and she can smell the wine on his breath.
“What’s the matter with him?” she wonders, “Is he drunk?”
“Tell me,” he shouts into her ear, “Who is allowed to touch you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Leilani shakes her head, “Are you drunk?”
Waylen Bamford has mixed feelings. His beloved is standing in front of him and refusing him. He wants to be angry, but the aphrodisiac makes it hard to feel anything but insatiable desire. He feels like he can’t control himself. Slowly, he takes a deep breath and tries to control himself.
“Do you refuse my touch out of loyalty to Andrew Clifford?” he asks.
Leilani looks at him and thinks he is unreasonable. She has no idea why he’s going on about Andrew again.
“Tell me!” he growls, “Am I right?”
“No, you couldn’t be more wrong,” she says.
“Ok, show me how wrong I am,” he whispers, “Let me f.u.c.k you.”
He tears the fabric at her neckline, revealing her white skin and plump b.r.e.a.s.ts. Her skin seems to send him into a frenzy, and he feels his desire becoming unbearable. She looks more attractive than she ever has before, and every cell in his body urges him to f.u.c.k her as hard as he can. Afraid that he’ll hurt her, he tries to take deep breaths.
“Why do you hate me?” he asks bitterly, his voice low and ragged.
“I never say I hate you,” she whispers.
“So, why do you refuse to let me touch you?” he asks.
Leilani bites her lip hard. She doesn’t know how to answer his question, and she tries to avoid his intense gaze.
“What’s the matter?” Waylen asked, his voice wretched, and his smile cold and self-mocking, “You don’t know how to make up a convincing story? You’re struggling to decide on which lie to tell?”
Leilani takes a deep breath and summons her courage.
“Waylen Bamford, you can’t touch me because I’m pregnant.”
“You’re pregnant?” Waylen asks, shocked, “Yesterday, you insisted you weren’t pregnant, but suddenly you’re pregnant now?”
“I’m serious,” she whispers gently.
“Who’s the baby’s father: Andrew Clifford or me?” he asks bitterly.
Leilani keeps silent. She can’t believe that Waylen doesn’t trust her. She wonders why he keeps asking about Andrew.
“Can’t you answer the question?” Waylen hisses, “Don’t you know who the baby’s father is?”
“Waylen Bamford!” Leilani says as calmly as possible, “What are you talking about? Of course, you’re the father.”
“Why did you lie to me yesterday then?” he demands, “I asked you multiple times if you were pregnant, and you insisted that you weren’t.”
She stares at him helplessly.
“How can I tell him about the new toxin in my body?” she wonders, “How can I tell him that I’ll probably die as soon as I give birth to this child. Even if I tell him about the toxin, I have no way to prove it. Do I expect him to believe me after all this?”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
Leave a Reply