Chapter 2
My heart was racing.
In an instant, everything spun. My dress fluttered.
Lucas carried me to the bed with gentle, controlled movements, though his eyes looked like they wanted to devour me alive.
He extended his slender hand, checking my forehead.
His Adam's apple bobbed violently: "Lila, you're burning up..."
"Don't move, I'll get a thermometer!"
I shook my head in discomfort.
The drug's effects left me unbearably restless. I could only plead with him tearfully: "Lucas..."
"I... want... I need..."
Lucas looked at me, his throat tight.
His fingertips, calloused from years of handling weapons, touched my wrist.
That rough texture made my heart itch.
A moment later he released my hand, his breathing unstable as he leaned in close.
His unique masculine scent flooded my nostrils, his tall frame casting a shadow over me.
And I melted like spring water under his presence.
"Lila, you've been drugged."
"What a massive dose!"
"Don't be afraid, I'll buy medicine... otherwise it'll cause permanent damage to your nervous system."
His hoarse voice entered my ears, stirring my desires.
I had no mind for his words. All my attention was on his thin lips moving up and down.
Pale in color, yet utterly tempting.
Just a slight lift of my head, and I could kiss them.
I swallowed, reaching my arms around Lucas's neck.
From his suddenly constricting pupils, I saw myself with hair cascading like a waterfall across the white pillow.
Looking exactly like a little temptress.
Completely different from my usual quiet, obedient self.
When I spoke, my voice carried a seductive tone.
"Lucas, I... want..."
Lucas held my waist with one hand.
His other hand caressed my face.
Every movement made my heart tremble.
His eyes were filled with desire too.
"Lila, do you know who I am?"
"I know, you're Lucas."
"Good girl. Whatever you want, I'll give you."
Morning light pierced through the curtain gaps, falling on my face.
A hangover-like headache.
Last night's memories flooded back like a tide—fragmented yet crystal clear.
Lucas's burning body temperature, his suppressed gasps, and my shameless demands.
My cheeks instantly burned. I sat up abruptly from the bed, nearly drowning in shame.
The room was empty.
The air still held traces of his crisp pine scent and the tobacco he'd smoked.
He was gone.
My heart felt inexplicably hollow.
On the nightstand sat a glass of warm water and a packet of pills. A note was tucked underneath.
Sharp handwriting with forceful strokes—his military bearing showed through.
"Take the medicine when you wake up. Rest well."
On the chair back hung a brand-new dress and underwear, tags still attached.
My face burned even hotter.
I fled from Lucas's place and returned to school.
The moment I stepped through the campus gates, I sensed something was wrong.
The surrounding gazes were like poisoned needles, densely piercing my body.
Those whispers were like countless buzzing flies, drilling into my ears.
"Look, that's her. Lila."
"I heard she went wild at the bar last night, with several guys..."
"Ethan really got unlucky—his girlfriend's so shameless."