Chapter 745 Darling, Help Me
The CEO watched Brady down the spiked wine and grinned, giving the young woman he had handpicked a nudge. "Go take care of him," he whispered before slipping out of the room.
He had arranged a private room for Brady, adding an extra layer of excitement to the setup.
Once the chubby CEO left, the girl, barely 18, covered her exposed body and glanced at Brady.
She had been sold to this place by her family right after high school because they were dirt poor.
When she first arrived, she saw old men having their way with the girls trapped inside.
The nightly parties were brutal, and the girl dreaded staying here, serving those gross, big-eared old men.
She had even decided that if they tried to force themselves on her, she'd bite her tongue and end it all.
But she didn't expect the man she was supposed to serve this time to be so young and good-looking.
And he had a great build.
She felt a flicker of hope; it was the first time she had seen such a handsome man.
Her initial resistance melted into a strange longing.
If she had to choose someone, it would be him.
Blushing, she slowly approached the already woozy Brady.
Her voice was soft but shaky. "Mr. Hall, do you want to rest a bit?"
Brady, a seasoned pro, knew what she was after.
But he only had eyes for Violet.
Fighting the burning desire in his chest, he lowered his voice, "Get me out of here, and I'll give you some money."
The old man had gone all out, even setting up a private room.
Brady had no clue where the exit was and couldn't get out alone.
The girl had wanted to get close to him, but his offer of money changed everything.
She wanted out of this place. "You mean it?"
"Yeah," Brady nodded, gritting his teeth against the discomfort. "Find some clothes."
She quickly grabbed a bathrobe, put it on, and found the mechanism for the private room. With a click, the door opened.
Brady forced himself to stand and pulled out his phone to call Eddy.
Seeing him about to leave, the girl hurried after him, "Mr. Hall, you have to keep your promise. I can't stay here."
"I know." He said.
The drug the old man had given him was strong.
Brady prided himself on his self-control, but this was too much.
They moved quickly through the villa's hallway.
Eddy had already arrived, and seeing Brady's flushed face and unsteady steps, he quickly supported him, leading him outside.
The girl followed closely, terrified they'd leave her behind.
When they reached the car, she tried to get in, but Eddy stopped her.
Brady, feeling parched and dizzy, didn't want any more hassle. "Take her home later and give her some money," he told Eddy.
Eddy helped Brady into the car first, then took the girl to the car behind.
The driver started the car, speeding down the road.
Brady's mind was foggy, his body burning up.
His first thought was to go home and take a cold shower, but then he remembered Violet was in her second trimester.
He fought through the pain and called Violet, telling her he was coming to pick her up.
Violet was with Emily at a restaurant Lucien had booked.
When Brady called, Violet didn't know what was going on.
She heard his strained voice and heavy breathing, thinking he was sick.
She didn't stay with Emily and waited outside the restaurant for Brady's car.
The car arrived quickly, and Brady was already drenched in sweat.
When the car stopped, Violet got in.
As soon as she sat down, Brady pulled her into a tight embrace, his lips pressing against hers, his voice low and rough, "Honey, help me."
Violet was startled by his kiss and tried to push him away, realizing something was wrong. "What's going on with you?"
"I'll explain later," Brady said hoarsely, his eyes dark with need. "Let's go to a nearby hotel. I can't take it anymore."
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