The restaurant was on the verge of ruin if the situation wasn’t handled properly. The middle-aged man and his three daughters turned pale. Their plans were falling apart, and this was the end of their family’s scheme. They had been the ones who spiked the food, and now they had to face the consequences.
The restaurant manager, having witnessed the scene unfold, understood perfectly what had happened. His career was on the line; such an incident happening under his watch could destroy him. Gritting his teeth, he ordered, “Take them to the police station!”
Joe quickly escorted Skylar back to the car. Paul, noticing the flush on their faces, immediately understood what had occurred.
“Mr. Martin, should we go to the hospital?” he asked, concerned.
Joe unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and replied in a low, strained voice, “Call Dr. Grey.”
“Yes, sir.” Paul immediately made the call.
As the driver contacted Dr. Grey, Skylar was already beginning to feel disoriented. The drug was stronger for men, but Joe hadn’t eaten much, so the effects would take hold of him more quickly.
Skylar whimpered in his arms, “When will we get home? This sucks.”
“Soon. Just hold on, Skylar,” Joe’s voice was low and strained, his own discomfort palpable.
Skylar’s eyes reddened, her pain not just physical but emotional as well. The memories of her past, of how helpless she had felt when drugged before, flooded her mind. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying. She didn’t want to endure that agony again. Her mind was a battlefield, torn between reason and madness, but one thing she knew for certain—she could trust Joe. She clung to him as if he were her lifeline.
Joe’s body was tense, his bloodshot eyes showing the struggle he was going through. He breathed heavily, trying to keep control, just as Skylar was. Their proximity and the way her body moved in his arms only made it harder. But when he noticed Skylar’s tears, it wasn’t just physical desire he felt; something in his chest tightened painfully.
His voice, hoarse with emotion, escaped in a near whisper as he urged Paul, “Drive faster.”
“Yes, Mr. Martin.” Paul pushed the accelerator to the limit, his skilled driving cutting through the streets, the Bugatti speeding towards Galaxy Villa.
Half an hour later, they arrived at the villa, both Joe and Skylar barely aware of their surroundings. They were lost in the haze of the drug’s effects. It wasn’t clear who initiated it, but before they knew it, they were kissing passionately. However, their moment was interrupted by the sudden sound of the doorbell.
Howard, entering the room, paused when he saw Joe and Skylar entwined. He had dealt with similar situations before. Joe had been drugged on occasion, and usually, a cold shower or an IV would be needed, but neither could fully counteract the drug’s effects. In these situations, it was often best to let it run its course.
“Mr. Martin, you two are legally married. Just go upstairs and take care of it,” Howard said, a bit helplessly.
He had learned of Joe’s marriage during his last visit to Galaxy Villa. Though Joe seemed distant from his new wife, they were still legally bound. Howard wasn’t surprised to see them kissing—he had seen them in such a state before.
Joe’s gaze darkened, filled with intense desire as he turned to Howard.
“Will it hurt her?” he asked, voice rough.
Howard’s response was blunt. “Medical intervention can’t do much. You’ll both have to endure it.”
“Get out,” Joe ordered sharply.
Howard winced at the cold dismissal but knew better than to argue. He left quickly, closing the door behind him.
With the room now empty, Joe moved swiftly to pick up Skylar, his eyes filled with hunger and need.
“Do you want to endure this?” he asked, his voice strained.
Skylar, barely clinging to her sanity, understood what he meant. Her eyes filled with unshed tears, and she whispered, “No, I don’t.”
They were married, and unless something unforeseen happened, their marriage was meant to last. Having children, sharing a life together—it was all in their future. She had endured the drug’s effects before in her past life, always trying to suppress her feelings. But this time, things were different.
Joe kissed her again, and as they fell onto the bed, Skylar’s mind began to fade into a daze. His body, now shirtless, was strong and well-defined, every inch of him focused on her. His throat felt dry, his desire for her overwhelming.
Skylar’s heart raced as Joe’s tall frame covered hers, his clothes vanishing in the heat of the moment. Their lips and tongues met fiercely, and Skylar slowly began to relax, her body responding to him as they moved together.
They didn’t stop until dawn. By the time the sunlight streamed through the window, Skylar felt as though she had been run over by a truck. The weight of the previous night’s events hit her as she sat up, trying to collect herself.
As her mind cleared, she realized that she wasn’t in her own room. She was in Joe’s room. Her body was covered in marks from their passionate night. The room still felt warm with the residue of their love.
Joe’s voice broke the silence beside her, “I got you a day off. Sleep a bit more.”
“A day off?” she croaked, her voice hoarse from the intensity of the night before. Then she remembered it was Monday. She glanced at the time and was startled to see it was already noon.
Joe opened his eyes slightly and gazed at her. His eyes roamed over her delicate skin, partially covered by a blanket, still showing the marks of their shared night. His breath quickened at the sight.
“You probably don’t have the energy to work today,” he murmured, his voice deep with desire.
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