Chapter 19
Clara handed the cabber some cash and headed towards her place. But as she tumed the comer, someone clamped a hand over her
She fought back, recognizing Colton’s voice “Didn’t I warn you last time? Upset Quinn again, and I’d let the guys have at you. But tonight, Nates got dibs. He’s been itching for this, so brace yourself. He’s quite the expert in the bedroom. I hope you can handle it
In a daze, Clara felt a bottle pressed to her lips She swallowed hall, clueless about what it was. She could only feel her body ignite with
wat as everything blurred into chaos Just one thought cut through the haze if she made it through this, Colton would regret ever
She was shoved into a cat her head knocking painfully against the door, momentarily clearing her mind before darkness took over again. The car pulled up at a fancy hotel, and Clara was dragged into a room Nate and Colton were tight with Simon. Colton had a thing for Quin, while Nate had long wanted a taste of Clara When Colton called Nate, he thought it was a joke. But Colton was dead serious, delivering Clara on a silver platter
Nate stood by the bed, watching Clara in her dazed state. He felt his excitement boiling over “Colton, you sure Simon won’t flip if I go through with this?
Colton sneered, dialing Simon The call connected quickly “Calton, what’s up?”
“Nate’s interested in Clara. If he goes for it, are you cool with that?“)
“Of course, I’m way over her.”
Colton smirked at the sight of Clara, barely conscious on
ous on the bed. “Great, we’re all still buddies then,”
Ending the call, he clapped Nate’s shoulder. “He’s good with it. Enjoy yourself. Make sure to snap lots of pics and vids. I want her scandal splashed all over by tomorrow!”
Nate could hardly wait, shoving Colton out. “Don’t worry, I’ll get everything on record. Don’t bother me until tomorrow afternoon!”
One night wasn’t enough for him. He planned to enjoy himself all the next day too.
Once the door shut, Nate lunged toward the bed. “Clara, I finally got you!”
Clara sensed a shadow over her, instinctively grabbing a nearby lamp and swinging it hard. Nate didn’t see it coming, and the sharp edge sliced his forehead. Blood trickled down
“You’ve got a death wish, huh?” He raised his hand, slapping her hard.
The sting jolted Clara into a brief moment of clarity. Blood touched her lips, and with newfound strength, she swung the lamp again, hitting Nate
Years of excess alcohol and sex had left Nate weakened. The first hit had drained him, and another left him unconscious on the bed.
Clara staggered off, her head spinning. The lamp lay shattered and sharp pieces were scattered across the floor. She picked up a shard and despite the blood from her palm, she squeezed it tight, using the pain to stay awake.
She adjusted her clothes and quickly dialed a number on her phone.
The drug’s effects were fierce, and her clarity only lasted seconds. She wasn’t sure who she called–maybe Megan, Dylan, or Aiden.”
When someone picked up, she blurted out the hotel’s address and stumbled towards the door, desperate to get out!!
on her want to rip off The world was spinning, like a distorted painting. As she reached the first–floor corner, the heat surged again, making her her clothes.
The sound of wheels approached, accompanied by a clear voice, “Can you walk?”
Clara looked up, struggling to focus. She saw Dylan, and instinctively stepped back, but her resolve was quickly crumbling.
The heat was unbearable, her body a desert craving relief.)
She wasn’t sure how she ended up in a room with her hands fumbling around. Dylan’s wheelchair was elegant, cool to the touch.
She collapsed by the bed. Her face was flushed, fingers brushed against the cool fabric, clinging to it desperately.
Dylan sat still in his wheelchair, watching her nub against his legs, like a cat desperate for attention.
