Chapter 156 Choices and Trust
"Hey, Ms. Johnson, you okay?" Ethan whispered, giving Audrey a gentle nudge. Her face was flushed, looking all kinds of tempting, and he felt a rush of desire. He wanted to kiss her but was scared she'd wake up and catch him.
"I'm fine, just so hot," Audrey mumbled, eyes half-closed, her breath sweet. She started unbuttoning her blouse, showing off a bit of her ample, white chest, barely contained by her bra, like it might pop out any second.
Ethan was torn. The sight was so tempting he couldn't help but gulp. He knew it was wrong to stare, but he didn't want to leave her alone either. Spotting a piece of clothing nearby, he quickly covered her up and dashed to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face. He was conflicted. This might be his only shot with Audrey. If she accused him later, he could always say she drunkenly came onto him, and he had no choice.
But did he really want to go there? Ethan had admired Audrey from afar for years, never making a move, afraid of ruining his image in her eyes. He knew if he didn't take this chance, they'd always just be colleagues. But he didn't want to mess up what they had. He hoped she'd make the first move, but that seemed unlikely. Audrey wasn't the type to cheat on her husband, and Ethan didn't want to be the guy who broke up her family. With these thoughts swirling, he calmed down, took a deep breath, and left the bathroom.
Audrey had never drunk so much before. After leaving the restaurant, she was in a daze and had no clue how she got home. She woke up feeling parched and instinctively said, "Water, I need water."
Someone quickly handed her a glass. Struggling to sit up, she drank it all in one go. Her head still felt heavy. She remembered Ethan had brought her home and wondered if he had stayed to watch over her. She looked up to thank him, but to her shock, she saw Quentin grinning at her.
"Quentin? What are you doing here?" Audrey sat up, panic written all over her face. Why was Quentin in her home? Where was Ethan?
"Relax, Audrey. I was worried about you and came to check on you," Quentin said with a smirk. "Didn't expect the high and mighty Ms. Johnson to let a guy bring her home. Feeling lonely and wanting a man's touch, huh? Too bad Ethan's a wuss. Now, it's my turn."
"Quentin, cut the crap. Ethan and I are just friends," Audrey snapped, pointing at him. "Get out now, or I'll call the cops." She pulled out her phone, ready to dial.
"Audrey, don't struggle," Quentin said, still grinning. "I wouldn't be here if I was scared of the cops. Tonight, you're mine." He lunged at her.
Audrey was terrified and tried to fight back, but her limbs felt weak, and her body was heating up. "What did you give me to drink?" she asked, alarmed.
"Just a little something to spice things up," Quentin said, grabbing her heated, full body. His hands slid from her shoulders to her chest, squeezing her firm breasts through her blouse. "If you had agreed earlier, this wouldn't be necessary. Tonight, we're going to have some fun."
"Let go of me, Quentin," Audrey pleaded, tears of humiliation streaming down her face. "Please, don't do this."
Quentin ignored her pleas, feeling even more aroused. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, throwing her onto the bed.
By now, the drug had taken full effect, and Audrey lay there, dazed and helpless, like a naked corpse at Quentin's mercy.
Just as Quentin was about to touch her, a figure slipped into the room and struck him on the back with a brick. Quentin grunted and collapsed without even seeing his attacker.
The intruder was Kevin . He had followed Quentin into the street but lost sight of him. After hesitating, he decided to check on Audrey, finding her door ajar. Sensing something was wrong, he picked up a brick for protection and entered just in time to see Quentin about to assault Audrey. Furious, he knocked Quentin out.
Seeing Audrey squirming and moaning on the bed, Kevin quickly covered her with a blanket. He glanced at the unconscious Quentin and decided to deal with him first. Dragging Quentin out like a dead dog, he hauled him to a nearby intersection.
Looking at the still-unconscious Quentin, Kevin felt a surge of hatred. He unzipped and urinated on Quentin's face but still thought it wasn't enough. He stripped Quentin of his pants and tied his hands behind his back around a lamppost, ensuring he couldn't escape even if he woke up. Kevin wanted him to be a public spectacle.
With that done, Kevin rushed back to Audrey's house, worried about her. Entering the bedroom, he found Audrey had kicked off the blanket, exposing her naked, mature body. Her face was flushed, her eyes closed, and her black hair spread out on the pillow.
Her hands clutched the bed sheets, her large, firm breasts standing proudly, with pink areolas and light red nipples. Her flat stomach, slender waist, and curvy hips led to her full, white thighs. Her pubic hair was dark and shiny, and her slightly parted labia were wet, yearning for a man's touch.
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