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Marcus staggered forward, his steps shaky and his back slick with sweat. The drug was overwhelmingly potent. Eyeing the exit in the distance, he knew he would struggle to get out. There was a hotel above the bar where he had a suite. That seemed to be his only refuge now.

Summoning all his remaining reasons, Marcus managed to reach the elevator.

Once inside, he fumbled with his phone, intending to call Derek, but he accidentally dialed Millie instead due to his shaking hand.

At the same time, Millie was in the hospital room chatting with Rylie when Marcus’ unexpected call came through.

Rylie, catching sight of the caller ID, teased, “Pick up quickly. It’s late, and your husband’s likely coming to fetch you.”

Millie was initially unfazed, but Rylie’s playful jest caused her to blush slightly.

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his blood surging more rapidly. As the elevator ascended, he steadied himself against the wall, managing to

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descending into a state of intense discomfort, as though his body were a live wire, buzzing and threatening to short-circuit. His grip on the phone wavered, quivering like a leaf in the wind,

had taken root in each of his cells, leaving

the elevator, fighting against the potent waves of disquiet that threatened to capsize him. His destination was the solitary

knowing full well

bathe the room in light, a supple form materialized out of the darkness, accurately homing onto him,

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