Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 3378

Sara's eyes were hazy, a thoroughly drunk smile spreading across her lips. "I spent all night drinking with you. Shouldn't you compensate me?"

"Compensate you with what?" Adrian stared in disbelief. Why was she talking to him like she was some seasoned seductress? She was completely wasted.

"It's been a long time since I've had a man." Sara leaned closer, her striking face inches from his, practically dripping with temptation. "Let me pamper you tonight."

Before the words fully registered, she was already reaching for his belt buckle.

Adrian's face drained of color as he scrambled to shove her hands away. "Sara, are you out of your mind?! Are you just using the alcohol as an excuse to go crazy?"

Sara paused, looking down at him with wide, amazed eyes. "Adrian... don't tell me you're a virgin."

Adrian froze, a hot, furious red creeping up his neck and flooding his face.

"I knew it!" Sara exclaimed, a little too thrilled. "A genuine virgin! You'd be the prized stallion at an auction!"

Adrian was utterly speechless.

What the hell was this woman treating him like?

She didn't miss a beat, her hands going right back to work. "Stop fighting it. I'll show you a whole new world."

He had no idea where this previously exhausted, intoxicated woman found this sudden, terrifying burst of superhuman strength. He tried to protect his waist, only for her to attack his buttons. In a matter of seconds, his shirt was ripped open and his belt was undone.

While he was still thrashing in a panic, the woman straddling him casually reached up and yanked her own top off.

Adrian's brain short-circuited. A loud buzzing drowned out his thoughts, and by the time his senses returned, any attempt to escape was entirely futile.

*

Adrian opened his eyes. He stared blankly at the ceiling for a full ten seconds before the heavy fog of sleep lifted and the memories of the previous night slammed into his conscious mind.

He threw off the covers, his face twisting into a scowl of pure, agonizing regret as he turned his head away.

But the moment he turned, he spotted her.

Sara was standing on the balcony, chatting on the phone. She was wearing his dress shirt, the oversized fabric swallowing her petite frame, stopping just high enough to expose miles of smooth, bare legs bathed in the morning sunlight. The sight made the blood rush to his face.

She was the one half-naked, so why was he the one blushing?

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