Reader Comments Exposed The Don’s Secret Desire Chapter 08
Under the drug’s torment, my inner walls cracked just a little.
But reason won in the end.
Right now,
I was the perfect test subject. I wanted to see if the injection could neutralize Red
Thorn’s toxin.
Damian helping me would only treat the symptoms.
Besides, I’m the type who can’t tolerate that kind of emotional or physical overlap. Since he had fallen for another woman, I wouldn’t let him touch me.
I sighed and shook my head. “The injection is part of the experiment. I don’t need your help.”
The moment the needle slid into my skin-
[Cress is ruthless. She’s using herself as a lab rat.]
[Straight-up crazy.]
[She’ll do anything for results in that lab.]
[Someone comfort Damian.]
[Damian’s locked outside. He looks like the real test subject.]
Hollis finished the injection and went to the monitoring room next door to watch my vitals.
She would rush in immediately if anything went wrong and make sure I stayed safe.
The agonizing night finally passed.
The injection contained compounds that suppressed Red Thorn’s effects, but it wasn’t enough to eliminate them completely. More research was needed.
I endured the whole night.
Thankfully, the effects faded by morning.
When I stepped out of the lab, I saw Damian leaning against the far end of the corridor.
He walked over quickly, scanning my condition.
“You okay? Did the experiment work?”
“We made some progress, but it’s not complete yet.” I paused. “I’m fine now. I just want to go home
and sleep.”
Before I finished speaking, Damian scooped me into his arms and headed toward a nearby house.
He had stayed outside the lab all night.
But the lipstick mark on his neck still stood out.
When he laid me on the bed, I said softly, “Close the door on your way out.”
“I’m not leaving.” Damian caught my meaning.
He softened his tone. “I’ll sleep in the car. Call me if you need anything.”
“Okay.” I closed my eyes.
Damian drew the curtains to block the light.
I thought about the past three years. Damian had waited for me in this house countless times.
I would come out of the lab in the early morning and find him lying there quietly, alone.
Sometimes I made it up to him. Sometimes I was too tired and only gave him a quick good-morning
kiss.
He never complained. He would hold me and sleep with me.
His hand stayed glued to my waist the whole time.
His possessiveness ran so deep it felt like he wanted to embed me in his bones.
Yet he always held back.
A moment later, I heard the door close behind him.
My chest ached.
How did we end up like this step by step?
Exhaustion hit me hard, and I fell into a deep sleep.
