Forbidden Passion

Chapter 613 Phoebe Entered the Wrong Room

Phoebe wasn't one to get wasted often. Back when she used to hit up parties with Theodore, he always made sure she didn't drink too much.

The first time she tagged along with Raphael to a party, she was super cautious. She picked the weakest fruit wine, not realizing it had a sneaky kick. Stumbling out of the banquet hall, Phoebe was seeing double. She flagged down a waiter and asked where the elevator was. He pointed, and she squinted to see.

Barely making out the elevator, she staggered over. The doors opened, and she walked in without hitting any buttons. The elevator just started going up on its own. Phoebe leaned against the shiny elevator wall, too weak to stand straight.

She glanced at her key card and saw the room number: 8888.

When the elevator stopped, she was almost asleep and got jolted awake by the ding. She squinted at the numbers but couldn't make them out, so she wobbled out when the doors opened. The carpet was plush, and the dim chandelier light gave the place a mysterious vibe.

Phoebe stumbled forward, leaning on the wall, mumbling to herself.

She finally spotted the number 8888 on a door. She swiped the key card a few times, but the door wouldn't budge, and the smart system kept flashing an error.

Leaning against the door, she muttered, "Damn it, Mr. Upton. You said you booked a room upstairs, but you gave me a dud card. So cheap."

Too dizzy to keep walking, she was about to sit on the carpet to let the buzz wear off when the door swung open.

Caught off guard, she tumbled into the room, landing right in Theodore's arms. He didn't seem much better off than she was.

Her fall knocked Theodore to the ground, and she ended up on top of him. The door slowly closed behind them, plunging the room into darkness.

The room was pitch black, with just a faint glow from outside outlining the fancy suite.

Theodore's head hit the floor, but the carpet softened the blow a bit. Still, it was enough to make his already fuzzy mind even fuzzier.

her off,

conscious, waited for the dizziness to pass. She propped herself up on Theodore's chest, trying

expected anyone to be in the room;

get up, but

she felt his weight on her

seemed to stare at her for a few seconds before he started kissing her neck and ears, tearing at her clothes. "No, stop; let go of me," she

all her might, but he was too

him,

his reason, inviting him to

and in

butterfly but a tattoo on Theodore's

had hit rock bottom, but fate's cruel hand

she managed to walk out of that room. She couldn't bear to look

tall

"Edward?" she called out.

her up and down, finally zeroing in on the bite marks on her neck.

you okay?"

when a waiter had handed him a

he saw Raphael raise his glass to him, mouthing, "I wish Mr. Vanderbilt a

who had been with Raphael, was nowhere to be

immediately knew Raphael had figured out his feelings. No

Phoebe, he still took the key card. It had been too

much chance to talk to Phoebe. Now he had a place where they could

and found the room empty, he knew something was