Captivation: Want Nothing But You

Riley’s forehead was drenched in perspiration as a result of the excruciating discomfort. Clara’s expression changed. She sank to her knees and reached out to stroke Riley’s head.

“Riley, what have you had?”

Riley’s forehead felt refreshingly chilly. Clara also took note of Riley’s red blotches on his neck.

Riley cupped her hands over her stomach. She answered in a hushed voice, “L.. I had some mango mousse.”

Clara couldn’t think of anything else.

also took note of Riley’s neck’s red patches. She had a good idea of what was going on right

the amount of agony she was in. Clara didn’t know how much she had eaten. She picked Riley up

a glance around the banquet hall,

the people inside. Over there is a stairwell. From here, we’ll go to the upper

Clara’s scowl deepened as she continued to study Riley’s pale

lounge on

standing at the door. “How did you end up here?” He was nothing less than aloof and threatening. Pretending not to notice his indifference, Susan shut the door. She approached him in her high heels and said, “You don’t seem well, Victor. I’ll help you get to a villa so that you can have some rest.” At Waterfront Hotel, parties were held in the large hall of the main building. Guests who didn’t want to go home after a banquet could

Victor and looked him in the eye. Victor was immediately greeted by the lovely scent from her. He began to sweat profusely

the least. He quickly discovered that Susan’s fragrance had a reeking quality to it. He unfastened his tie,

Victor, Susan

in her stomach. “I want to care about you, Victor. Do not attempt to fling yourself off of me.” Victor’s eyes became colder as he

the corner. “How dare you, Susan?” When Victor swung at her, Susan didn’t expect him to strike her. It didn’t matter how cold and callous he was to her, she didn’t think he would harm her. Victor, on the other hand, suffocated her and was ready to murder her. Susan’s heart began to race. She unconsciously extended her hand to fend off Victor’s grasp. “Victor…” The rage in Victor’s eyes colored them

eyes welled up with tears,

on him that Rachel’s face went red as he grabbed her. He had the sensation that a zillion needles had been inserted into his temples. He let go of her and stepped back. Susan’s legs gave out and she collapsed to the floor. She put her hands over her neck and started to gasp for air. Victor sank his gaze to the floor. Back of his hand, his veins were bursting out of his body. His heart ached as he recalled the incident, and he felt as if he had lost all his power. He repressed his wrath and restlessness, clinched his hands

Victor was so mean to her. Susan’s face flushed as she fixed her gaze on Victor, her lips pursed. How was it possible