Skylar’s mind went blank in an instant. She had no idea when or how Joe had shifted their positions, but now she found herself straddling him. His hand was firmly pressed on her head, while the other wrapped tightly around her waist.
She felt trapped, like a lamb ready for slaughter. The intensity of the kiss, the passion, was overwhelming, and she couldn’t move—completely at his mercy. It was nothing like any kiss she had ever experienced before. It was dominating, raw, and left her breathless.
When Joe finally pulled back, Skylar gasped for air, her breathing shallow and uneven. She had nearly suffocated from the intensity, her lungs craving oxygen.
Joe’s hand gently stroked her hair, his touch tender despite the fire of their earlier kiss. His voice was low, teasing, and dripping with satisfaction. “Still think I’m old?”
Skylar, still trying to recover from the kiss, managed to say with a shaky breath, “I swear I don’t… I don’t think you’re old.”
Joe’s deep chuckle filled the air as he responded, “I’ll believe you this time.”
Skylar tried to stand up, but Joe’s hand on her waist stopped her. “Don’t move,” he said, his voice firm and commanding.
Skylar felt a wave of frustration and discomfort. “I’m not doing this on purpose,” she protested, her voice tinged with distress. “Sitting like this is… uncomfortable.”
Joe’s voice dropped even deeper. “I’m uncomfortable too,” he admitted. Skylar fit his physical type in every way, and her mere presence stirred desires he could no longer hold back. Being this close to her felt like a test of his self-control.
Skylar’s voice wavered as she begged, “Please, let go of me.” His hand on her waist felt like it was burning her, its heat too intense to ignore.
Joe’s gaze lingered on Skylar’s slightly swollen lips, and he cleared his throat. With a resigned sigh, he released his grip on her waist.
Skylar immediately stood up, moving quickly away from him. It was as if she was escaping from something far more dangerous than she could handle. She walked out of the hot spring pool, trying to regain her composure.
“I… I’m tired,” she muttered. “I’ll go take a shower and rest. See you tomorrow.”
She didn’t even look at Joe as she pushed open the door and entered the villa. Her movements were quick, almost frantic, as if she was fleeing from something terrifying.
Joe chuckled softly, but his eyes deepened with realization. He had been too impulsive just now. Soaking in the hot spring and the effects of alcohol had loosened his restraint far too much. He pressed his temples in frustration, standing up to try and regain control over himself.
Skylar, meanwhile, had gone upstairs and headed straight for the shower. She washed the hot spring water off her body, trying to clear her mind. After changing into fresh clothes, she made her way to her room.
As she lay in bed, the images of what had just happened replayed in her mind. It had all been too much, too intense, and she couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that it had happened too quickly.
Just as she tried to calm her racing thoughts, her phone beeped with incoming WhatsApp messages. She picked it up, hoping it might help distract her from the chaos in her mind.
It was a message from the private detective. He had sent over photos and videos—evidence that would help her piece together the puzzle. The images showed Maisy, taken in the bar, visibly under the influence of something. There were also videos of her with different men, all of which were recorded. However, it wasn’t yet clear if the substances she had consumed were drugs.
“I’ll continue to investigate and gather solid evidence,” the detective wrote.
Skylar read the message, then replied with a simple, “Okay,” before closing the chat. As she put her phone down, she noticed an unread message from Natalie. She opened it, curious, and read the contents.
Was it really a coincidence? Jeremy had been supposed to leave for his business trip tomorrow, but he had left earlier today. Skylar couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to it than just bad timing.
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