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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.

she softly inquired, “What’s the

made Marcus momentarily lose focus, his blood surging more rapidly. As the elevator ascended, he steadied himself against the

the Royal Hotel, room

book

buzzing and threatening to short-circuit. His grip on the phone wavered,

craving had taken root in each of

beyond the elevator, fighting against the potent waves of disquiet that

the threshold, he immediately barricaded the entrance behind him, knowing full well that any other

he could bathe the room in light, a supple form materialized out of the darkness, accurately homing onto him, her arms twining around

was akin to holding