Morgan growled angrily, his eyes getting darker.
Chandler shot him a glance and found out something was off with him. His face was Stark red, his jaw clenched tightly as he struggled to breath.
“Take care of her. You should know what I meant.” Chandler muttered to Vincent, hurriedly moving towards Morgan.
“Are you okay?” Chandler asked, eyeing his clenched fist.
“Th.. that Scent.” Morgan choked, waving his head, as if to shake off something.
His environment was starting to spin, as his body felt extremely hot. Chandler need not be told what to do.
He quickly grabbed Morgan’s phone and dialed Nicholas’ number, which was answered just immediately he called.
Shortly after the call ended, Nicholas came and helped Chandler to get Morgan to the car, without drawing people’s attention.
Tears slid down Ava’s eyes, as she showed Vincent the chats between Morgan and her.
Vincent knew some people could go extreme to impersonate Morgan, but this particular person was not just impersonating Morgan, he had something vicious against Morgan.
The person was also in the club, close to them, so he took a picture of them, without their notice.
Vincent took the phone from Ava’s, he copied the number of the person, just as he was about to return the phone, a message popped into her phone.
Unknown: Did you get him to a room already?
Vincent knitted his brows, as he shot Ava a questioning glare. Ava swallowed, unable to say a word.
Vincent went through the previous chats, his gaze darkening. He also copied the number of the person, but before that he replied back.
Ava: Yeah, we’re in a room. We’ll get down sooner and I’ll send everything to you.
Unknown: Good girl, I’d be waiting.
Vincent smirked. He turned his gaze on Ava.
“Morgan would never send these messages to you. Go home and get over this.” He stated, getting up to leave.
“You’re going to take my phone?” Ava sobbed.
“Yes, I will have it returned once I’m done.”
“What about my heart? I’m in love with the young master.” She cried, hoping Vincent could talk to Morgan about it.
Vincent chuckled, his gaze washing over her once more, before he looked away.
“You’re trashy, Morgan wouldn’t even look at you twice. And what’s the smell you’re wearing? I suggest you trash it, it’s disgusting.” Vincent sneered, walking away from her.
He didn’t walk five steps, when he felt someone pull his cloth. In anger, he turned but saw Ava clutching the hem of his trouser.
“Please talk to the young master for me. I can’t leave without him. Th.. that scent, it doesn’t even belong to me, it was from a waitress I bumped into.” Ava sobbed.
She was slowly starting to draw attention to Vincent, which he didn’t like. If Ava was a man, he would have punched him to death.
“Get off me!” He warned, his voice low and dangerous.
Ava saw the anger in his eyes. His face was clouded with disgust, as if he was being touched by dirt.
She slowly retracted her hands, looking apologetically at him. With that, Vincent turned and left the club.
“How is it going?”
“Smooth, they’re in a room already. Definitely she’d do as said.”
“Good. I don’t want excuses, this time around. And make sure all the trails don’t come back to me.”
“Rest assured sir.”
He hummed and hung up.
****
Olivia had been waiting for Morgan to be back, she had reheated the food almost three times.
She thought of calling him, but discarded the thought as soon as it came to head, for reasons she knew nothing about.
When she could no longer wait, she fell asleep on the couch, with his medicine box in her hand.
Olivia was still sleeping, when the ringtone of the phone woke her up, she glanced at the screen and saw it was Morgan.
An unfamiliar, yet familiar emotion flooded her heart. She took the call, waiting for him to say something.
“Ma’am can you prepare a hot bath for the young master, he was drugged.” Nicholas said through a hurried breath.
Olivia’s heart clenched, “Drugged?” She murmured, running into the master bedroom.
Shortly after she had prepared the water, Nicholas was home, he supported Morgan and took him into the bathtub.
“Is he going to be alright? Why was he drugged?” Olivia asked, her eyes moistening as she stared at Morgan’s red face.
Morgan was conscious enough to take care of himself, but the effects of the drug were quickly spreading all over his body, making him hot and hot.
He motioned to Nicholas to leave, leaving Olivia and him.
“I can help you, if you wan…”
“Leave!” He growled, not sparing her a glance.
Olivia flinched, knitting her brows as she didn’t understand what she said, that made him angry.
Was he ashamed?
Olivia moved towards him, Oblivious of his cold and dangerous aura. He could strangle her to death right then, but she didn’t care.
“I said, leave!”
“Hold on, I know how to loosen a tie” she smiled, ignoring his words as she brought her hands closer to his neck.
Morgan shook off her hand, just before she could touch him. He shot her a warning glare.
“You should know that, if I wanted to leave, I would’ve joined Nicholas when he did. So, stop acting all strong and let me take off your tie.” Olivia stated, placing her hand on his neck.
Morgan’s dark gaze fell on her again, she returned it, not wanting to be intimidated by him.
Morgan knew the contents of the drug he inhaled form Ava, if he didn’t have enough self control and consciousness, he would’ve dragged Olivia into the hot bath and ravish her like a beast.
Since she wasn’t going to leave, he was going to make it difficult for her.
Morgan seemed to smirk, something ungodly going on in his mind.
“Should I help you with your shirt?” Olivia asked, placing his wet tie on the sink.
Morgan nodded.
Olivia proceeded to unbutton his shirt. She knew she was doing something difficult, but couldn’t back out or leave when she knew he needed help.
Morgan stilled, upon feeling her the tip of her fingers grazed his skin. It was cold and tempting. Morgan swallowed, closing his eyes as he let her do away with his shirt.
Olivia’s cheeks were heating up, as she stared at the outline of his chest. She paused, suddenly wanting to retract her hands.
Before she could do that, Morgan pulled her back, making fall into the tub. Immediately her silk nightgown was wet, hugging her body tightly as it exposed her curvy figure and round breast.
“Were you trying to run away?” Morgan’s gruffy breath fanned against her face.
His dark eyes clouded with unsaid desires that sent Sparks through Olivia’s body.
God, how can someone be so handsome yet perfect? He’s even hotter, when he’s drugged.
Olivia swallowed, trying to shake off the voices in her head. Her eyes hovered on his face and fell on his lips.
She regretted immediately she did it.
Morgan chuckled darkly, “Did you suddenly become dumb?” He asked, locking his gaze with hers.
“No, I-i-”
The rest of her words were silenced by Morgan’s rough yet gentle attack on her lips.