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.

his head to peck her on her forehead as he mumbled to

to resort to hypnotizing her into thinking

never resist Shane Thompson’s touch. If she was sober right now,

lips twitched momentarily in dismay at the

on the passenger side and got into the driver’s seat. He stepped on the pedal in the direction

he was Shane Thompson. In fact,

by as the scales were starting to tip in his disfavor. The twins had started to address Shane as

the steering wheel as his face distorted with pure hatred. Slamming on the accelerator, it took him only less than twenty minutes to get

the car.” Stanley parked the car, and

nodded her head and got off

took her hand and led her into the

black Bentley stopped by the building

turned around to the back seat and said, “Mr. Shane,

you sure?” Shane

“I’m positive,” Silas reported.

Ms. Smith