I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Kendrick immediately understood, excusing himself with a grin, "I'll be right back; you all continue enjoying yourselves." Imagining the forthcoming events, he couldn't hide his excitement.

He rushed to the adjacent private room and pushed open the door. Inside, it was pitch dark with the curtains drawn and the lights off.

Rubbing his hands together, Kendrick teased, "Playing hide and seek, Miss Meredith? I like it. I'm coming for you..."

He hadn't actually seen her but pretended to, to set the mood. Searching the dark room, he suddenly heard a noise behind him. Reaching out, he grasped at air.

"Miss Meredith, stop this; I'm turning on the light," he said, reaching for the switch. As the light came on, he saw Meredith trying to escape through the door.

Driven by lust, Kendrick quickly grabbed her, "Finally got you. I've been itching all night. Stop playing hard to get; I can't takeit anymore. No one's around, let's have some fun, and then I'll sign your contract." Kendrick, accustomed to such scenarios, assumed Meredith was playing hard to get. His desire had been building throughout the evening, and now alone, he felt unstoppable.

"Let me go," Meredith struggled, stomping on Kendrick's foot.

"Ouch!" Kendrick yelped in pain, releasing her.

Meredith tried to flee again, but Kendrick grabbed her, pulling her back fiercely, "Giving you face, was it? You came to me, what's wrong with having a bit of fun? Don't want your contract anymore?"

"If you touch me, you'll regret it," Meredith warned sternly, "I've been drugged, and so have you. If you lay a hand on me, you're just a pawn in someone else's game."

Meredith had realized Davina was the one who drugged her after drinking the water she provided. She remembered seeing Davina's phone in her bag, contradicting her claim of leaving it in the private room.

Why lie? It was clear Davina was acting under Joy Chaucer's orders, drugging her and leading her here, with the next step to bring Kendrick in.

Now locked in the room, Meredith's suspicions were confirmed when Kendrick entered. She had turned off the lights earlier, hoping to evade him as he entered, planning to slip out unnoticed.

But she had underestimated Kendrick's lasciviousness.

"Who cares who's behind this, even if it was the king himself, I'd still have you first," Kendrick declared, his inhibitions lowered by alcohol and his base nature. He lunged at Meredith again, but she dodged, her strength waning, she stumbled and fell into a chair.

Her body was weak, her limbs soft, overwhelmed with heat and discomfort, her self-control fading fast under the drug's influence. Meredith's flushed cheeks and delicate skin made her irresistibly alluring.

"Damn, what a beauty," Kendrick's eyes glowed with desire. "Come with me, and I'll treat you well, give you everything you want."

As he began undressing, he moved towards Meredith again. She, drained of strength, kicked out in a desperate attempt, targeting a vital spot.

"Aah!" Kendrick screamed, doubling over with his legs clamped together in pain.

"You bastard!" Furious, he grabbed Meredith's hair, "I'll see just how virtuous you really are. I've seen all the tricks, you whore..."

Before he could finish, the door was violently kicked open. Kendrick didn't see who interrupted, and Meredith couldn't make out the rescuer, only seeing Kendrick suddenly grabbed and thrown out of the room. No, not thrown-hurled!