Chapter 9 Hurry

"What's up, Dario? Why are you in such a hurry?"

His violent action frightened Deanna. But a smile emerged on her face when she met his lustful gaze.

She understood he was drugged.

However, she was surprised at how he had walked into such a simple trap.

Dario wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Dario's Adam's apple bobbed as he stared at her rosy lips. "Take off your clothes."

"Why? What's the hurry?" Deanna put her hand on his chest and pushed him against the desk. Then, she rubbed her knee between his parted legs and smiled. "Are you desperate to have me, Dario?" she asked even though she knew the answer.

Deanna leaned forward and stroked his cheek. "I didn't expect Jeannie would do such a thing." She slowly unfastened his tie.

"Unfortunately, she didn't have a chance to enjoy it." Deanna's passion spiked up when she saw the undisguised lust in his watery eyes.

The temperature on Dario's body seemed to spike with every passing minute. "Isn't this what you want?" Dario snorted as the woman was beating around the bush.

She wanted to tease him for a bit.

"It's you who wants it." Deanna chuckled. Her hand was as soft as a feather. She stroked him at the right places that would spark his passion a notch higher.

The smile on her face broadened as his breathing got heavier. "Do you want me to serve you, Dario?"

"No. I'm going to make the move."

Dario picked Deanna up, turned her around, and pressed her against the desk.

He removed his belt in one swift motion and rammed his erection into her.

Deanna let out a loud moan.

It involuntarily escaped her lips as she tried restraining herself.

"Dario, you... God, you are amazing! I can't stand it anymore."

Although her lips lied, her body enjoyed the passionate sex.

Two hours later.

Dario was sitting in his chair, blowing out a ring of smoke. He smoothed his outfit; one couldn't tell he had had sex a while ago. The smoke swirled around him, and the lust in his eyes vanished. He was back to his cold, aloof self.

Meanwhile, Deanna bent over to wear her silk stockings.

Just then, she got a message from Garrett. She pursed her lips and stood up, her face laced with displeasure.

"Dario, you had a good time today, but, man, I'm suffering right now," she snapped coldly.

"Oh, come on. We both enjoyed the sex. Stop playing the victim card."

The smoke obscured Dario's face. He sneered at her.

Deanna grew frustrated. "You forced me to have sex without my consent, and you were rough the entire time. I'm highly disappointed this time."

She buttoned up her shirt and walked out without looking back.

Dario's brows creased with a frown when he saw her receding figure.

He stubbed out the cigarette and leaned back on his chair.

Dario recalled her crying when she was under him.

He let out a weary sigh and ran his fingers through his hair.

He couldn't help but wonder if he had gone too far this time.

A sudden knock on the door halted Dario's train of thought.

"Come in," he said, snapping back to reality.

He felt it had been a fair deal.

After all, Deanna had asked for it.

"Mr. Archer, I've brought the information you asked for." The manager quickly walked in.

Meanwhile.

"Deanna, look at this."

As soon as Deanna arrived at Garrett's office, Garrett stopped his work. He took a book from the cabinet nearby and handed it to her.

"What's this?" Deanna sat on the sofa. Her brows furrowed as she looked at the blurry figure in the photo.

"Do you still remember the Posh Inc. I mentioned to you last time?" Garrett poured a glass of water and placed it in front of her. "The man in the picture is the real boss of the company. We were in a state of emergency then. This is the best shot we could take." He sighed and sat opposite her.

The boss was under the protection of a dozen bodyguards and was on high alert. This was the only clear photo among the dozens of photos they captured.

"I..." Deanna stared at the photo and said, "I have seen this person before."

The face looked familiar, but she couldn't recall who it was.

"Take your time to think. There is no rush." He adjusted his glasses.

Deanna thought for a while and shook her head, still not having a clue who this man was. "Thank you, Garrett. I'll take this photo with me."

"Deanna?" Garrett stood up along with her.

"It's time for lunch. I think you haven't eaten anything yet, have you?" he asked, smiling. "Why don't we have lunch together? There is a new restaurant nearby -- it's apparently good. Besides, I heard there is a discount if two people dined together."

Garrett smiled sheepishly.

It wasn't a discount for just two people. It was an offer exclusively for couples.

"No, thanks. I have to return to work now. I don't want to be late." Deanna shook her head and put the photo back into her bag.

"Fine."

Deanna immediately hailed a taxi and left.

In the car, Deanna browsed through her Instagram and stumbled across the picture Jeannie had posted half an hour ago. It was a photo of her bento. She had also tagged Dario to show off their love. "Gosh, what an actress!"

She scoffed and liked the picture.

At that moment, the car screeched to a halt.

Deanna yelped as she almost collided with the front seat. Her eyes widened in horror.

"Are you insane? Don't you know how to drive a car? Why did you stop the car all of a sudden? What if I had hit your car? Look at the chaos you've created. I'm going to call the police! Morons!"

Both Deanna and the driver were equally afraid. Once sure they were safe, the driver finally got off the car. "Get down! You two get out of the car right now!"

Deanna sensed something was wrong, so she prepared to call 911.

Two people got out of a white car. The driver was still cursing, but his anger was replaced with a smile as he received a stack of cash. "Okay, okay, please. She is in the back seat, Sir."

The car door opened with a click. Two men smiled at Deanna. "Are you Miss Miller?"

"Err... yes. What's the matter?" Deanna hid her phone as a sense of foreboding settled in her heart.

"My boss wants to see you. This way, please." The man waved his hand as a welcome gesture.

"Who is your boss?" Deanna looked calm on the surface.

She didn't know anyone in Weappolis.

Besides, it looked like their boss had a strong background.

She didn't think it was Dario.

"Miss Miller, why don't you ask my boss yourself?" The man insisted her going.

"Fine."

Judging from their politeness, Deanna sensed they wouldn't be a threat to her. She examined their faces and got into their car.