The aphrodisiac was strong, and Katherine wondered what the perpetrator wanted from him when that person did this. Halfway through, she winced at him. “That should be it, Marshall. The aphrodisiac should be dying down now.”
Marshall regained some of his composure, so he snorted. Katherine could hear his breathing, for he was right beside her. “Don’t you love this?” he said hoarsely. Marshall wouldn’t say that, usually, but the aphrodisiac worked too well.
Katherine closed her eyes and let herself go. “Oh, of course I love it. I want it that way.”
Marshall paused, and Katherine knew her luscious voice lit his flames. Well, he can’t be angry, since he doesn’t have the right to. Not when he forced himself on me.
A moment later, Katherine heard someone twisting the doorknob. “What are you doing locking the door, Katherine? Come out right now! I can’t find Boss!” Katherine pursed her lips and patted Marshall’s shoulder, then he stopped, responding to the request.
Katherine tried to catch her breath before replying, “He’s with me.” She tried to sound normal, but Peter kept quiet for a long while. Closing her eyes, Katherine thought whether she should explain.
Then, Peter said, “Oh, um, carry on, then.” He sounded awkward, and Katherine covered her face.
Marshall waited for a moment, then Peter left. Panting, Katherine asked, “Don’t you feel embarrassed, Mr. Constance?”
Marshall smiled and kissed her. “No.”
He’s shameless! She didn’t know what to say. It was merry outside, and since this room wasn’t soundproof, she could hear the sounds of heels and laughter from outside. “Can you tone it down?” She thumped his shoulder.
Instead of answering, he asked, “Why are you here?” He was trying to find somewhere to cool down alone, or until Peter found him, but after coming into this room, he saw her.
Why am I here? Katherine’s mind was muddled with answers, so she paused for a moment. “Maybe it’s because I don’t like her.” The woman beside Marshall back then looked worse than her, and she must be poorer too. How dare she look down on me and scoff after that disdainful look of hers?
Even though she knew that Marshall would marry someone else sooner or later after the divorce, she hated it. She just hated that kind of woman standing beside him. Even if he wasn’t hers, that woman shouldn’t be his next partner. She came here on this day to trip them up, especially that woman.
Marshall grunted, and he didn’t ask what she meant. As Katherine stared at the ceiling, she thought that she was being childish. She slowly closed her eyes, and another question popped up. “Marshall, were you drugged that night too?”
Marshall didn’t hide it. “Yes.”
God f*cking d*mn it. Katherine wanted to curse. Why is it every time he has sex with me, he’s drugged? Even though Katherine was f*cked now, she wasn’t going to admit it. “Thank me then. If not because of me, you would have been sleeping with a random woman,” she said after a cold snort.