Tara instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late.
A faintly sweet scent filled the air, and she inhaled several breaths before realizing.
Wesley blocked the door, leaving her no choice but to retreat further into the room. Her voice was sharp with alarm. “What are you trying to do?”
Wesley smirked, his laugh sinister. “What do you think?”
With that, he sprayed her again several more times.
Tara’s body started to feel hot, her heart racing. Her legs grew weak, and the flashing disco lights made her dizzy.
She realized in horror that he had used a spiked spray.
The nightclub’s private rooms were designed to be soundproof and secure. There was only one door, no windows, and loud music drowned out any noise. Even if she screamed at the top of her lungs, no one would hear her.
Wesley, having likely taken an antidote beforehand, lunged at her in a few strides and grabbed her, forcing a kiss on her.
“Sweetheart, I’ve finally got you!”
Tara’s anger and fear surged as she struggled, shouting, “Let me go! This is a crime!”
Wesley grabbed her arms and flung her onto the sofa with predatory force, pouncing on her like a wolf.
Terrified, Tara kicked at him, but he anticipated her move, pinning her down as he pressed his body against hers.
His hands gripped her tightly, his teeth clenched as he hissed, “A crime? It’s just the two of us here. No cameras. I’ll say you got drunk and consented. If you regret it later and try to accuse me, who do you think the court will believe? It’ll just get swept under the rug!”
Despair filled Tara as she struggled weakly. “Leo won’t let you get away with this!”
Wesley held her down, unbuttoning her jeans, his laughter arrogant and malicious.
“Stupid girl, Leo handed you over to me! Why do you think he called you here? He’s busy having a good time with Nina next door!”
Tara felt as if lightning had struck her, leaving her stunned. Her heart shattered as tears of pain and anger streamed down her face.
Wesley pulled down her zipper and started tugging her jeans off.
“Tonight, you’ll see what I can do—better than Leo ever was! Nina’s been overseas for six years, and she plays wild. Leo will get bored of her and come crawling back to you. By then, you’ll have me and won’t even want him anymore! Haha!”
Snapping out of her shock, Tara realized her jeans had been pulled down to her hips.
Summoning her strength, she raised her hand and slapped Wesley across the face.
Tara’s slap landed with a sharp, crisp *smack*, echoing through the room.
For a brief moment, Wesley’s expression changed, but he quickly twisted it into a deranged smile. “Feisty, huh? I like that.”
Tara raised her right hand to strike him again, but he caught her wrist. She lifted her left hand, but he grabbed that one too.
Wesley’s eyes glinted with menace. “This little bit of fight in you? It just makes it more exciting. Once the stuff fully kicks in, you’ll be begging me for more!”
With that, he leaned down like a rabid animal and tried to kiss her.
Tara’s entire body felt weak and hot, her stomach burning. She could barely struggle against him.
In the room next door, Nina sat holding a glass of red wine, her eyes fixed on her phone screen. She turned to her assistant with a cold smile.
“If Tara hadn’t been wearing pants today, Wesley would’ve already succeeded. But this is even better! It’ll just bring out more of his animal instincts.”
The assistant, looking uneasy, asked, “What if Tara presses charges against Wesley?”
Nina scoffed, her tone dismissive. “Let her sue Wesley. What does that have to do with me? I didn’t do anything. All I did was suggest to Leo that he call Tara to pick him up.”
The assistant’s eyes filled with admiration, nodding in agreement.
Nina smirked, pleased with herself. “With this footage in hand, Tara will have to drop her lawsuit. If she doesn’t, I’ll just leak the videos online and see who’s willing to ruin her reputation over this!”
Excited, she clenched her fist and cheered softly at the screen. “Come on, Wesley. Get her pants off! Do it!”
