Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

The cashier locked gaze with Stanley and understood what the latter meant. He nodded at Stanley and mentioned that he would ask someone to send Joyce home.

Stanley mumbled a response, took his bank card back, and steadied Natalie out of the bar.

Upon reaching her car, Stanley asked, “Nat, where’s your car keys?”

Natalie was stumped and narrowed her eyes at the man before her. “Mr. Shane, what did you call me?”

The woman gazed into his deep-set gaze and felt herself zoning out. Her alluring red lips nudged as she intuitively replied, “I… like it.”

“As long as you like it.” Stanley’s eyes glinted as he fumbled for her car keys in her bag.

After unlocking the car, Stanley helped her into the car. She had lost all coordination of her movements as she let Stanley control her every move like she was a puppet.

Stanley brushed his hand against her cheeks after he secured the seatbelt on her.

In a daze, Natalie did not try to resist throughout the whole exchange as if she had lost all sensation.

He relished at the sight of her being all meek and submissive as a sick smile crept up his face.

her on her forehead as he mumbled to himself, “Nat,

would not have to resort to hypnotizing her into

If she was sober right now, she

lips twitched momentarily in dismay at the

the driver’s seat. He stepped on the pedal

even if she thought he was Shane Thompson. In fact, the man was planning to tell her that she was drunk and

started to address Shane as their father and were even trying to matchmake the two. I cannot let that

Slamming on the accelerator, it took him only less than twenty minutes to get

car.” Stanley parked the car, and he looked his usual amiable self again as he unbuckled

her head and got

hand and led her into the

Bentley stopped by the

looked at the entrance of the building. He turned around to the back seat

Shane furrowed

“I’m positive,” Silas reported.

mistake Ms. Smith