When Love Turns Dangerous novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Tara kept trying to push Lance away, but her arms were trapped under his weight. She shoved with all her might, but he didn’t budge. She wasn’t strong enough to free herself.

No matter how hard she tried, nothing worked. His warm breath brushed against her neck, and her heart raced uncontrollably. She didn’t know what to do.

Then, the door swung open. Stella walked in and stopped dead. There was Lance, his tall frame pinning Tara to the floor by the couch, completely still. Stella stood there, stunned.

“You two—” Her voice faltered as she spoke, and her expression was filled with hurt.

Lance was the guy she’d been crushing on, and the sight of this scene before her felt like a knife through her heart.

Still trapped beneath Lance, Tara heard the door open and Stella’s voice. Relief washed over her, and she quickly raised her voice in desperation.

“Q-Quick! Help me get him off. I can’t breathe!”

Although Tara couldn’t see Stella’s expression, she pleaded urgently. Her urgency wasn’t just because of the lack of air. His weight pressed heavily on her chest, making it ache.

She figured that Lance must have been completely drunk as he was lying on top of her with the full weight of his body.

Stella snapped out of her daze and rushed over to help. After some struggle, they finally managed to push Lance aside. Tara scrambled out from under him, gasping for breath, her limbs prickling from the weight that had trapped her for so long.

“Thank you,” Tara said.

Stella looked at Tara, whose hair and clothes were slightly disheveled. Yet, the latter still looked effortlessly beautiful. Her striking, radiant features were the kind that made people stare.

Even though nothing had actually happened between Tara and Lance, Stella couldn’t shake the unease tightening in her chest.

“You’re welcome,” Stella answered, her smile faint.

Tara smiled back tiredly. She was completely drained after helping Lance up the stairs, getting trapped under him, and using all her strength to push him away.

She glanced at him, still unconscious on the couch. She decided that he could just stay there as she didn’t want to risk waking him again.

“Stella, my clothes are wet. I’m going downstairs to change,” Tara said.

She didn’t need to check her reflection to know she looked disheveled.

Stella stepped out of the bathroom holding a basin of water and nodded. “Go change, then come back up.”

Tara nodded. “Thanks for taking care of things here.”

Stella smiled. However, whether Tara was heading downstairs to change, Stella had no intention of letting her near Lance again.

Tara didn’t dwell on it. She smoothed her wrinkled uniform and decided that it would have to do for now as she left the room. She had no interest in befriending Stella, so staying polite would suffice.

The door shut quietly behind Tara. As she reached the stairwell, she stopped halfway when footsteps echoed from below.

Glancing down, she spotted Soren Farrell in casual workout clothes, his sports headphones draped around his neck. His handsome features held an easy confidence, lending him an air of charm and mischief.

His sharp gaze swept over her in silent appraisal when he noticed her. Tara’s uniform was slightly rumpled, the damp patches from earlier still clinging to her skin.

The standard black-and-white dress the housekeepers typically wore fell just above the knee, looking modest on most. But her tall frame made the skirt appear shorter, ending mid-thigh.

Tara was used to remarks about her curves getting more attention than her smarts. The uniform clung to her in a way that made her stand out.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify