Chapter 68

Gage made a grab for Elysia with his greasy hands, intent on pulling her into a hug.

Elysia quickly stepped back, her heart pounding. “Touch me again, and I’ll scream for help!”

“Scream? Go ahead,” Gage sneered, a leering grin spreading across his face. “I’d like to see who’d dare stop me. Tonight, if I don’t have my way with you, I’ll eat my hat!”

With those words, Gage lunged at Elysia like a predator.

But as fate would have it, his foot slipped, and he met the floor with a less–than–graceful

thud.

“Fuck!” Gage cursed, wincing in pain.

Seizing the moment, Elysia dashed towards the bathroom door to escape.

at the back of Elysia’s head. The soap was in a fancy white porcelain bottle, and had Elysia not dodged in time, it would have surely cracked her skull

the shattered white porcelain on the floor, gasping for breath as she faced

with fury. He had failed to bed Elysia multiple times, and it was driving him

more unattainable she seemed, the more he

as

find help from the hotel staff, but the hallway was eerily deserted. She couldn’t risk leading Gage back to her room, not wanting to endanger Blossom and

to one of the private rooms swung

a second thought, Elysia darted inside and slammed the door shut behind her. She braced herself against it, panting, “Help! There’s an attack!”

turned to her showed surprise, then shock, and a hint of

the pure and unblemished look of a pristine gemstone, untouched by society’s

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a cigarette when Elysia burst in. He furrowed his brows. He had come for a meal, and here she

Elysia, his eyes narrowed into slits. As a notorious playboy, he was immediately smitten with

Tarquin’s expression, Keaton stood up and approached

up, but

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