Chapter 310
Chapter 308
Gemma’s POV
The hallway is obscenely quiet, but the noise guides me. I hear their strained, grunting struggle before I see them.
I round the corner and the scene unfolds like a bad play. Cassian is braced against the doorframe of suite 407, his body a rigid line. He’s shoving, trying to close the door from the inside, but Kitty has her entire body wedged in the opening, her fingers clawing at the wood to keep it open and slide inside at any cost.
Cassian, you’re drunk, she’s whining. “Let me in to take care of you. What if something happens to you while you’re alone?”
He’s swaying, a fine sheen of sweat on his pale face. The drug is a visible weight pulling him down, but his eyes, though clouded, hold a sharp, revolted clarity. “Get out!”
The words are a low, guttural command, but his strength is failing. He shouldn’t struggle against a woman’s strength, but now his energy is draining fast, his muscles betraying him.
I see the moment Kitty feels his resistance waver, and that’s when I move. My hand closes around her upper arm, yanking her back from the doorway.
The force of it spins her halfway around, and before she can even process it, my other hand swings, landing on her cheek in a sharp, satisfying crack.
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Kitty, have you no shame?
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She stumbles back, a hand flying to her reddening cheek, her eyes wide with pure, unadulterated shock.
Gemma! You’ve misunderstood! She gasps, the lies falling from her lips with ease. “Cassian is drunk, and I was just trying to help him rest. There’s nothing more to it!”
My gaze flicks down to the gaping buttons on her blouse. “Helping him rest involves unbuttoning your shirt completely?” My voice is dangerously quiet.
Kitty, just because your mother is my aunt, I let you intern at Blackwell Industries. On your first day, you tried to use backdoor connections and seduce my husband?
At that moment, Zina, Molly, and Jace arrive, their footsteps hushed on the carpet. Their eyes take in the scene in a single, comprehending glance. I don’t even have to look; I hear the distinct click of Zina’s phone camera activating.
Don’t record this! Kitty shrieks, throwing her hands up to shield her face, her composure shattering.
What’s the matter? Zina taunts, circling her like a shark. “You dare to do it but are afraid of being exposed? If you have the guts to seduce a man, don’t fear the consequences!”
I hold up the plastic bag containing the tumbler. “There’s something in this glass that you put in to drug him.”
I watch her eyes fix on it, widening in genuine terror. “If we have it tested, you won’t get away with this!”
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