I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

“Get away.” Terrence stumbled to avoid Joy Chaucer, falling to the ground in a rather embarrassing state. Was she really taking advantage of his blindness? Anger surged within him. No longer caring whether it was right to strike a woman, he groped for a stool nearby and hurled it toward Joy. The sudden aggression scared Joy considerably.

Ducking instinctively, the stool crashed at her feet, the loud noise making her heart skip a beat. In a reflex, she blurted out, “Terrence, you despise me this much? I saved your life. Without me, you would have died in that car accident.”

Terrence found his way to the bed and, leaning on the edge, slowly stood up. His abrupt movements had torn open his wounds, causing intense pain everywhere. It was this pain that helped subdue the desire induced by the drugs in his system.

His voice cold as ice, Terrence retorted, “Is deception all you’re capable of?”

Hearing his familiar tone, Joy realized something and exclaimed in shock, “You haven’t lost your memory? You lied to me?”

Terrence didn’t respond. Clenching the edge of the bed, veins bulging on the back of his hands, he exerted his whole body, trying to tear his wounds further, using the pain to stimulate his nerves and stay calm.

Furious and humiliated, Joy shouted, “Terrence, you’ve taken the strongest drugs, and I am your antidote. Unless you want to die here! You might endure a minute, two minutes, but I don’t believe you can last any longer! When your blood vessels burst, you’ll die quickly. You always act so rationally, yet even you can’t resist my control. Soon you’ll be begging me.”

Right after her words, Terrence vomited-genuinely sick.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Wiping his mouth, he said expressionlessly, “I’m really disgusted. You better stay away, or I might vomit on you next.”

His words struck Joy like a slap in the face.

Collapsing emotionally, Joy roared, “Ah, Terrence, in what ways am I inferior to Meredith? You were supposed to marry me!”

Terrence clenched his teeth and ignored her.

The drugs were overpowering. Terrence sweated profusely, his body unbearably hot and beyond control, his limbs weak. Eventually, he collapsed back onto the bed, utterly drained.

Joy watched as the drugs continued to ravage his system. The doctor had said that in ten more minutes, the effects would peak, overcoming even the strongest will.

As Terrence’s will crumbled, visions of intimacy with Meredith flooded his mind, his inner desires growing stronger.

“Terrence, don’t fight it. Just give up,” Joy urged, seeing his agony. She lay down beside him, caressing his chest with a triumphant smile, “Be good, I’ll make you happy and comfortable. My body is better than Meredith’s; you’ll like it. Even if you don’t, you’ve been with the person you despise most, and you’ll be disgusted for life. If I can’t have you, I’ll make sure you’re miserable.”

“Crazy,” Terrence mustered his remaining strength and pushed her hand away.

“I am crazy, driven mad by you and Meredith!” Joy screamed. “You and Meredith drove me to a dead end! Ferris betrayed me, sold my company! I have nothing left, what do I have to fear? If I can spend one last night with you, I have no regrets.”

Becoming increasingly unhinged, Joy tried to remove Terrence’s pants, while the drugged Terrence was as vulnerable as a lamb.

To defend his dignity, he jabbed at his own wound, awakening himself slightly with the sharp pain. He grabbed Joy by the neck, “Looking for death?”

Undeterred, Joy sensed Terrence’s weakening grip. He couldn’t maintain his hold for more than a few seconds and succumbed once more, hating the uncontrollable state of his body.

Watching Terrence collapse again, Joy laughed triumphantly, “Be mine, Terrence. I’ve longed for this day.”