Trapped in the boss's embrace (by Katrina A) novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94 Sleeping Beauty

Suddenly, the clarity in his eyes deepened, darkening into a dense fog.

Damian remembered the kiss from the early morning, the desire still lingering.

He recalled the soft, tender sensation, sweeter than strawberry cake, so delicious that once tasted, it became an addiction.

Leaning in slowly, his lips were just above the rosy softness, yet he hesitated, frozen in place.

His mind tugged in opposite directions by reason and desire, waged a silent war. He wanted to pull away, yet his desire urged him to sink deeper into the craving.

Time and air seemed to have stopped.

He didn't know how long it had been before he sighed softly and finally pulled away. He sat back in his chair, one hand loosening the tight knot of his tie before grabbing the glass of ice water on the table and draining it in a single gulp.

Behind him, Beatrice lay as still as a doll.

Even the slight tilt of her head seemed unnaturally perfect as if deliberately molded into that position.

A minute passed, and she subtly curled her fingers.

Ten minutes later, she yanked the blanket over her head, wrapping herself up like a mummy.

Her heart raced for what felt like forever, the echo of each beat pulsing through her chest. Everything else felt weightless—only her breathing and wild heartbeat seemed real.

She was caught between exhaustion and complete alertness.

God, she wanted to cry. How long was he going to hover there, agonizing over every move? Did he forget she was a living, breathing person underneath him? Did it occur to him she might wake up? She wasn't Sleeping Beauty—she didn't need his kiss to wake her!

She'd been so tempted to just open her eyes and end this torture.

This was cruel and unusual punishment.

Once she calmed down, worry crept back in.

How long would it take for those drugs to completely leave his system? She needed answers.

*****

Later, the plane landed in Cloudia.

Beatrice pretended to have just woken up.

Although the exhaustion and faint sense of lifelessness made her look like she had been through a lot, it was the way people usually looked before they cracked.

Damian glanced at her. "Did you sleep well?"

Beatrice brushed her hair with her hand, feigning innocence. "Sorry, I was so tired. You didn't call me in the middle of the flight, did you? Once I'm asleep, it's hard to wake me up. Not even thunder could do it."

Damian didn't respond.

There was a fleeting unknown emotion in his eyes as he stood up. "If you're fully awake, let's head out."

With that, he left his seat.

Beatrice slowly got up. She had been wrapped in the blanket for the entire journey, now drenched in sweat, her body feeling faint and weak.

The flight attendant took their luggage and handed it to Gordon, who was there to pick them up.

Once in the car, Gordon smiled and asked Beatrice, "How's everything been?"

She gave him a slightly complicated smile in return. "It... was smooth, I guess."

At least they didn't make any huge mistakes.

Gordon smiled, "That's good."

Beatrice glanced at the rearview mirror. Damian sat in the back, arms crossed, eyes closed as he rested, his face giving away no emotions.

She let out a soft breath of relief.

Back at the apartment complex.

They'd just left the parking garage and were heading to the building's entrance when a tall figure materialized from the shadows.

Honestly, these past few days had been scarier than any horror movie.

"There you are!"

Violet ran toward Beatrice, phone in hand, looking completely panicked.

She gave Damian and Gordon a nod in greeting.

Beatrice pressed a hand over her chest, still racing from the shock. "Why are you waiting here for me? You could've waited at home."

"I've been waiting for you all night! Didn't you say you'd be home by 7 at the latest?" Violet said, pulling her luggage and linking arms with her. "Come on, let's go home. I need to tell you something."

"What is it?"

"I'll tell you when we get back."

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