The Runaway Groom

Chapter 42 Harvey actually paused this time. It would make sense if Irenie kept resisting, although the fact that she was playing along and trying to make things more exciting was actually surprising. “For real?” he asked, half-suspicious. “You’ve tied me up like this. What else can I do?” Irene did her best to appear relaxed, even eager. Harvey stared at her for a few seconds, but curiosity eventually got the better of him and he picked up her handbag. There really were pills in there, and Harvey held it up to find the label ‘Viagra.’ Irene grinned. “I wasn’t lying.” However, Harvey frowned. “Why would you carry that around with you?” After all, Irene gave the impression of being a virtuous maiden… But perhaps she really had another side to her personality… A more indulgent side! “What, did you think that I’m Joan of Arc? I was just playing hard to get with you… What are you waiting for? Take the pill already, and let’s get started!” Irene’s lips curled into a smile, which only magnified her beauty. Harvey held her gaze for a while, his juices flowing. He took one, when Irene said, “How about another?” “You’re wild, aren’t you?” Harvey smiled mischievously, and did as he was told anyway, washing the pills down with wine. There was a cold glint in Irene’s eyes just then, but she kept smiling as she watched Harvey, while counting down in her mind. “Hold on, this is a little strong. I’m actually feeling faint…” Harvey said, planting himself on the bed even his whole body felt like it was turning soft.

Soon, he realized that something was not right.

He should be feeling stronger and spirited if he took an aphrodisiac, whereas these pills left him feeling like he had turned to jelly!

“This isn’t an aphrodisiac!” he exclaimed with a furious glare at Irene. “What were those pills?!”

“What was it you said?” Irene replied icily. “Fool me twice? But you just got tricked again.”

Harvey wanted nothing less than to cut her into pieces and feed her to the dogs right

then! “I will remember this-” he growled, but fainted even before he could finish.

Irene made sure that he was out before reaching for her bag to get her phone.

she had prepared for that social call with Mark Wickers, Worried that Mark’s potential investors would go too far, she prepared those pills while

it turned out that Mark’s potential investor was Isaac, so the pills

kept it in her bag, or she might not have been safe

that

of objects smashed into pieces, and screams of pain, just before

looked up, and found herself staring

cold as he stood beneath

as if she had managed to reach the

nothing as he strode toward her and untied

tryst with other men since he did not

many strings to reach this place, but his only concern was that he was too late, and Harvey somehow managed

the table and the label on it, which left his expression

sedative,” Irene quickly explained to avoid a misunderstanding. “That’s

this?” Isaac