The Heartbreak Prescription by Glazed Snow

Chapter 11

Stanley caught Wendy in his arms as she stumbled into him. His sharp gaze flickered down at her, displeasure evident in his tone. "Wendy, what are you doing back here?"

Wendy hadn't expected him to come home. He was dressed in a sleek black suit, tailored perfectly to his tall frame, still carrying the crisp chill of the winter night on the expensive fabric.

She instinctively leaned closer, seeking solace in his cool, composed presence.

"Stanley, help me..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

Before she could say more, Stanley pushed her back gently but firmly, his brows furrowing. "What's wrong with you?"

Wendy hesitated, biting her lip. She couldn't believe she had almost begged him for help. "I've been drugged," she admitted softly.

'Drugged?'

Stanley's expression darkened. This woman was always in trouble.

"Wait here," he commanded.

Striding to the window, he pulled out his phone and made a call. His tall figure was framed by the night sky, one hand loosening his tie with effortless elegance. The loosened knot, paired with his cold demeanor, gave him an irresistible, rebellious charm.

Wendy didn't dare to look at him any longer.

Benny soon picked up the call. "Stanley! What's up?"

"I have a question. What do I do when a woman is drugged?"

Benny laughed excitedly as if he'd just heard some gossip. "Is Jessica in trouble?

If so, you know what to do-step in and save the day!"

"Say something helpful," Stanley uttered.

"Fine, fine. If a woman's been drugged, she should take a cold shower. It's rough, but it works. Otherwise, well... It could get serious."

Stanley ended the call and turned to Wendy. "Can you manage a cold shower?"

Wendy nodded weakly, her face flushed. "I can try."

word, she

chair. Just as he began to roll up his sleeves, a sharp cry came from the

"Ahh!"

in irritation as he strode to the door.

shower, her thin camisole clinging to her slender frame. Her delicate shoulders and collarbone glistened under

she whimpered, tears threatening to

eyes narrowed as he stepped closer. After pulling her hand

"You're unbelievable," he muttered.

stupid," she retorted

"Stand still."

'What?'

she could react, Stanley turned

drenching Wendy instantly. She gasped, instinctively throwing

pressed tightly against him, soaking his white shirt and

back away from her. The two stood under the cold shower

warm. She was like a fish out of water and desperately needed moisture. She began to fidget, her hands brushing

normal guy, and he

you

eyes sparkled mischievously. "Six-pack abs," she murmured

Stanley was speechless.

his face. "So handsome too," she uttered while admiring his good

Wendy against the cold wall. He

so strong. I like

the showerhead and aimed it at her flushed face to help her

away. "Stanley, if Jessica were the one drugged,

Stanley froze. "What?"

long lashes, damp with mist,

cold shower. None

her eyes were red, as if she'd been

Wendy lunged forward and

and sensitive areas. Her sharp teeth sank in hard, and his

'This damn woman!'

wrapped his arm around her waist. It was so soft, like a willow bending in the wind, fragile enough to break with one snap. Her waist was slim-barely 20 inches. His

and narrow