Desperate Lovers

Chapter 100 A Bite by A Dog

About ten minutes later, Angela arrived at the door of Room 505.

Greyson, without wearing his suit jacket, leaned against the wall, smoking a cigarette. His handsome

face was covered with annoyance, hatred and helplessness in the smoke.

"Brother..." Angela paused three meters away from him, called out to him, and then walked up to him

with the bag in hand.

Hearing her shout, Greyson turned his head to look at her. He put out his cigarette, threw it on the Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

dustbin, and asked with a frown.

"What takes you so long to get here? Someone saw you?"

"No."

Angela glanced at the room with hesitation, and the hand clutching the bag tightened, "James... is in

there?"

Greyson said yes in a muffled voice and pointed at the bag she was holding with his chin, "What's

that?"

"Underwear." Angela's voice was very low, and her face flushed for a moment, not with shyness, but

with embarrassment.

Greyson lowered his head and didn't say anything for a long time. He pulled out a cigarette and put it to

his mouth, then took it off again in annoyance and threw it into the dustbin.

His knuckles whitened as he scratched his hair hard. He pulled two small items from his suit pocket

and shoved them into Angela's hand.

"Your sister-in-law asked me to remind you to take precautions, and she asked me to prepare two

items as well!"

Greyson was angry with James, and even more angry with himself for being incompetent, "I don't know

the size of condoms that bastard uses, if it doesn't fit, you have to take birth control pills!"

Angela looked at them again, tossed both items into the bag, and said softly, "Got it."

"Don't feel too bad, it's not the Qing Dynasty, just... regard it as being bitten by a dog!"

Greyson had a depressed look on his face, "I reckon the jerk won't be responsible even if he sleeps

with you, so the most important thing is still to get the photos or videos!"

He grunted, ''If we get the photos and videos, even if James doesn’t care, his family will care about it!

As soon as James lets go, I will immediately send you abroad. Even if James is powerful, he can do

nothing when you’re abroad!"

It was about 2: 30 at noon, and there weren't many guests at the Dream Club yet, but even so, staff or

guests would pass by in the hallway from time to time.

Seeing that the siblings standing in the doorway, a staff passing by looked at them several times and

finally came up and asked if they needed help.

“No, thanks.” After the staff left, Angela frowned and said to Greyson.

"Brother, we'll talk about that later, tell me what's going on inside first."

It was obvious that they were standing in the doorway for a long time.

"James drank something and is now lying inside." Greyson said.

Angela’s pupils shrink slightly. She was afraid that Greyson did something wrong and would get into

trouble, "What did he drink?

What did you add to his drink?"

"Just a few sleeping pills and aphrodisiacs."

Greyson grunted, "He's got you into this mess, but you're still worried about him?!"

Hearing that it was just sleeping pills and aphrodisiacs, Angela sighed in relief and smiled bitterly, ''I

loved him deeply in the past, but there's no way I still love him after he put me into this situation.

I'm just afraid you'll do something wrong and let my sister-in-law and two kids pay for your fault."

“Well.” Greyson muttered and dragged her inside the room, ''Cut the crap and hurry in!

I've got the camera installed, so don't worry about it!"

Angela entered the room. The curtains were drawn inside and the lights were dim.

The faint smell of men's perfume mingled with the smell of alcohol. There was also a vague smell of

cigarettes, a little choking but not so much as to be unbearable.

The table was cluttered with glasses, a few empty, and a few half-full.

There were also several plates of untouched fruit, and snacks.

And behind the table, James lay on the sofa with a disheveled suit, his hair, which had always been

meticulously groomed, was also a bit disheveled, and his handsome face flushed abnormally due to the

effects of the drug.

"Don't look stupidly!" Greyson picked up a beautifully wrapped box from the sofa and shoved it into

Angela's arms, "This is the clothes I prepared for you, wear it later!"

After that, he stared at Angela and reminded.

"There are also trinkets for the neck inside, make sure you wear them, got it?"

"Well." Angela glanced at James, whose face was growing red on the sofa, and said to Greyson.

"Brother, you go out first."

"I'll be waiting for you outside, I’m at your back, don't worry!"

Greyson hugged her and clenched his fists tightly as he exited the room.

Angela opened the gift box, inside was a red tulle dress. It was called a dress, but the total fabric added

up to just two palm size.

Wearing it was not much different from not wearing it, which just made people have the desire to strip it

off.

Angela had never worn anything like this before, tugging it up and down from time to time, and every

cell in her body felt uncomfortable.

She frowned and took very small steps towards the person on the couch to avoid getting naked.

James didn’t take off his leather shoes. His calves and feet were hanging in the air, and his suit jacket

was casually thrown aside.

This made him much sexier and a little less unapproachable than usual.

Angela's heart was beating extremely fast, sweat breaking out from her forehead and running down her

cheeks.

Even though he was in a state of unconsciousness at the moment, he still made her nervous and

stressed.

She took a deep breath and crouched down little by little.

“!”

The person on the couch jerked his eyes open, and Angela's heart instantly jumped to her throat. She

subconsciously stepped back, but her waist was held by the person on the couch.

Her head spun dizzily.

Angela collapsed on the couch while James pressed himself against her, and she could hear his heart

beating much faster than usual. The same as hers.

James clutched her hand tightly, and his dark eyes became red due to the drug. He gazed at her and

breathed heavily.

Angela's limbs were weak, and her soaked back was sticky and uncomfortable against the leather

couch.

She looked at the man who was pressing against her. Even though she tried hard to maintain her

composure, her voice still trembled uncontrollably, "You didn't drink the red wine just now?"

James wasn't sleeping, so when her brother told her about the camera, did he hear that?

"Of course I drank it." James gazed at her with his hawk-like eyes, and his voice was a little hoarser

than usual as he sneered.

"If I don't drink it, how will I know your plan?"

He didn’t know how much Greyson had drugged him. Every cell in his body screamed with sexual

desire.