Chapter 183: Allison remained still, listening as the silence on the other end of the phone stretched awkwardly before breaking.
Hoyts stirring up trouble again.
Looks like hes gearing up to pull the same stunt as last time with that aphrodisiac probably planning to shove some woman into your bed.
Kellans expression turned to ice.
Of course he is.
The guys always up to something underhanded.
The never-ending web of schemes and manipulations from these pests grated on his nerves.
His voice dropped, thick with irritation.
If hes so set on ruining my name, he can be the first to pay the price.
Get some reporters there gossip journalists love a scandal.
Lets make sure his dirty laundry gets a proper airing.
After all, hes desperate to be acknowledged as a real Lloyd, right? Lets show the world what that looks like.
Kellans tone sharpened with a cruel edge.
He wants attention? Ill give it to him.
Got it, came the subordinates quick response, already knowing exactly how to proceed with Kellans coldly efficient plan.
The call ended abruptly, and the room plunged into an uncomfortable silence.
Kellan stared at his reflection in the mirror, his mind wandering to Hoyts idiocy.
The man was as predictable as ever, not even bothering to switch up his tactics.
Did he truly think he would fall for the same trick twice? In moments like this, Kellans thoughts grew more conflicted.
Once upon a time, a thousand things competed for his attention, leaving him in a constant state of irritation.
But ever since Allison had stepped into his life, a strange calm had settled over him, like the eye of a storm.
Whenever those feelings bubbled back to the surface, the first thought that flickered through his mind was of that beautiful yet perilous woman Allison.
Kellans dark eyes deepened as he silently whispered her name, the syllables hanging in the air like a haunting melody.
Allison remained blissfully unaware of Kellans thoughts.
She could only make out the silhouette of him rising slowly, heading toward a silicone mannequin tucked away in the corner of the room.
Kellan had always boasted a striking physique, with broad shoulders and a tapering waist, the smooth contours of his muscles becoming increasingly evident with each fluid movement he made.
Then, Allison noticed something felt amiss with Kellan.
His breathing was labored, and the edges of his eyes bore an unusual redness, as if shadows had taken up residence there.
A frown creased her brow.
The mannequin was transforming in her mind, looking less like a mere toy and more like a bizarre artifact, especially with the assortment of tools lining the wall, crafting a scene that was hard to articulate.
Yet in the recesses of Kellans mind, it was the image of Allisons cold, unyielding face that replayed over and over.
You really are a puzzle wrapped in an enigma, he muttered under his breath, his body igniting with heat.
Kellan gradually closed his eyes, imagining Allisons hair dancing in the breeze, each strand tugging at the strings of his heart like a marionette caught in a gentle wind.
And those striking red-bottomed high heels she wore in the Burned Islands they lingered in his thoughts, a fantasy of her stepping on him with those slender heels, looking down from her lofty perch, then crushing him beneath her foot.
Just like that fateful night on the yacht, they were intertwined in a way that left no room for escape.
Soon, a low, controlled gasp, tinged with urgency, slipped from Kellans throat.
It was a side of him that Allison had never witnessed.
She had initially wanted to gather more clues but was left momentarily speechless.
Yet, realization dawned upon her that Kellan was merely human with his own needs.
It turned out that Kellan didnt pursue women; instead, he turned to a mannequin to fulfill his desires.
Being adults, they both understood such things werent entirely shocking.
Still, Allison felt an unusual wave of awkwardness and quickly shifted her gaze.
Eavesdropping on a phone call felt wrong enough; watching someone engage in such activities was another matter entirely.
Kellan was in the prime of his youth.
Even if the rumors suggested he was disinterested in women, that hardly meant he lacked the usual urges.
With the myriad of hidden dangers lurking around him, he had to feign some sort of incapacity.novelbin
If he didnt find a way to relieve his mounting stress, it could lead to significant complications.
Allison supported her head with her hand.
Though the scene was out of her sight, she could still hear it unfold.
His heavy breaths, laced with an undertone of longing, lingered in her ears.
To be honest, the sound of a mans gasps held an undeniable allure, magnetic.
She listened intently for what felt like an eternity, but her mind couldnt help but wonder, Whats taking so long? Memories of that night on the yacht came flooding back, where they had both surrendered to wild abandon.
Kellan had indeed showcased remarkable endurance, a stamina that had been hard to overlook.
After what felt like another half hour, the steady rhythm of his breathing showed no signs of slowing.
Geez, is he ever going to wrap this up? Allison shifted her stiff limbs slightly, as crouching in this cabinet was turning her muscles into lead.
However, the slightest movement emitted a noise, causing Kellan to snap to attention.
His expression darkened, and he barked, Whos there? Show yourself! .
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