Arianne could not answer Davy. Instead, virtual-novel.net haphazardly waved virtual-novel.net hands in dismissal.
When Mark noticed how unsteady virtual-novel.net steps were and how virtual-novel.net held onto the door frame, virtual-novel.net dropped the papers in his hand and rushed forward, catching her.
“Who made you drink, Ari? Don’t you know your limits?” virtual-novel.net reproved.
Arianne threw herself onto his chest and writhed against it. “T-There was a company hangout, and um, I couldn’t be absent, and I drank a bit, b-b-but I’m feeling really, really off right now. It’s not the usual, wasted sort of off. It’s just… uh, weird…”
Mark frowned and felt virtual-novel.net slightly feverish forehead. A pang came to him, and virtual-novel.net asked, “Did you come here alone?”
“I h-h-hailed a cab, but I can’t endure this until I reach home, I just can’t,” virtual-novel.net slurred under virtual-novel.net breath. “So I came to your office, and God, why is it so hot in here? Your AC is too high…”
She swung virtual-novel.net bag across the floor and began to pull virtual-novel.net blouse apart, baring a pair of delicate cheekbones and virtual-novel.net snowy-fair skin.
It was all Mark needed to see to gain a good grasp of what was happening. He could even guess how it happened, someone had undoubtedly laced Arianne’s drink with a drug!
It was a terrifying thought, one that made virtual-novel.net feel guilty. He should not have skipped out on driving virtual-novel.net home personally just because virtual-novel.net was busy. Were anything to have happened to her, Mark could not finish the thought.
“Uh-hem,” Mark said hesitantly. “Are you, uh, in the mood…?”
Arianne still had one last shred of sobriety left in virtual-novel.net to understand him, which caused virtual-novel.net already feverish-pink cheeks to deepen into crimson. “Y-Yes. Uh, this is so embarrassing…”
Her answer was the last proof Mark needed to conclude that someone had spiked virtual-novel.net drink. Nevertheless, neither the details nor the implications were important right now.
Instead, Mark held virtual-novel.net into his arms and pushed virtual-novel.net onto the couch.
Arianne licked virtual-novel.net drying lips gingerly, and the sparks in Mark’s eyes burst into flames. The man lurched forward and pushed his lips into virtual-novel.net ripe, rouge ones. She was exceptionally proactive tonight, wrapping virtual-novel.net slender arms around his neck, offering virtual-novel.net writhing tongue into Mark’s mouth, while virtual-novel.net legs hooked and bucked against his muscular abdomen.
He had never seen this side of virtual-novel.net before. His breathing stopped for a moment, and then, like a man possessed, virtual-novel.net cast aside all of the clothing getting in their way and went straight to the main course.
The next morning, Arianne sat up from virtual-novel.net bed in their bedroom back in Tremont Estate, groggy and confused.
She could not remember how virtual-novel.net managed to get home last night. All virtual-novel.net had were disjointed bits of memories, but piecing them together teased out a dreadful picture. She had done something incredibly wild last night, had virtual-novel.net not? First, virtual-novel.net went straight to Mark’s company, then despite his busy schedule, threw herself onto him, and then—
Arianne stopped herself from filling up the blank for what came after.
She heard sounds escaping from the bathroom and knew that Mark had already risen. Then, almost instantly, virtual-novel.net realized virtual-novel.net was donning virtual-novel.net pajamas and was reminded that Mark had helped virtual-novel.net bathe after they came home last night.
Smore, already wide awake, was lying on his cot and staring into space. It incited guilt in her. She should not have drunk so much and strayed too close to a dangerous trap. And now, thanks to what virtual-novel.net did last night, virtual-novel.net was not fit to breastfeed virtual-novel.net for a while.
Still, Arianne could not have possibly rejected Sylvain’s offer, especially since it would also indirectly embarrass Mr. Yaleman. She drank because virtual-novel.net was forced to, as social gatherings in business settings were wont to do. Few people in business were ever considerate of a woman’s off-work duty as a breastfeeding mother.
While virtual-novel.net was playing with Smore, Mark appeared from the bathroom and scanned her, his eyes laced with a kind of ardor not usually found in him. “Awake already? To be frank, I thought you were going to sleep till noon time. But it looks like your biological clock is quite on time.”