Chapter 64
The effects of the alcohol and the lingering drug in her system were disorienting. Myra’s breathing grew shallow, her body weak. She fell into a daze, her vision hazy. Her hands, which had been resting on Tony’s firm chest, lost their strength and slid down. In her foggy state, she momentarily imagined that the man before her was the one who had once promised to give her happiness.
Her lips moved instinctively, meeting his in a soft and passionate kiss that felt all too real. She couldn’t stop herself. The warmth of his touch, the tenderness of his kiss—it all seemed so genuine.
Tony, his eyes filled with intensity, noticed the sorrow in Myra’s gaze. Her innocent movements stirred something deep within him, an overwhelming sensation he could no longer ignore. His hand moved to cover her slightly listless eyes, his voice deep and commanding as he whispered near her lips, “Close your eyes.”
There was something primal in his tone, a sensual dominance that sent shivers through Myra’s body. His gaze, dark and bottomless, held her captive as if his eyes were a deep lake, and she was being drawn into them, unable to look away.
In a dazed trance, Myra obeyed, shutting her eyes as if under a spell.
The corner of Tony’s mouth curled slightly in surprise, seeing her so meek, so compliant. The sight of her obedience made him lose all restraint. His kiss deepened, moving from her lips to her chin and then to the base of her neck. His breath became heated as he kissed her passionately, and his desire began to take control.
Tony’s eyes darkened further, the intensity of his emotions almost overwhelming. He watched the blush creep across her face, a flush of innocence that only intensified his desire. His thoughts, wild and uncontrollable, urged him to possess her completely.
But when Myra finally regained her senses, her eyes snapped open, filled with shock as she realized where she was. It’s Tony… I’m in his car.
The terrifying look in his eyes sent a jolt of fear through her. His usual cold, restrained gaze had been replaced with something far more dangerous—hot, passionate desire. His eyes were like those of a predator who had locked onto his prey.
Fear gripped her chest, and she instinctively tried to push him away. “Tony, let go of me…” she pleaded, struggling, but his hand caught hers, pinning it above her head. His lips descended upon hers again, blocking her words.
Myra bit down on her lips, trying to hold back tears. She had believed that Tony was merely trying to help her because she was unwell, but now it was clear that he had his own intentions. He was taking advantage of her, just like the incident in the hotel changing room.
“Director Hart, please stop…” she said weakly, but Tony didn’t seem to hear her.
A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, and the sight of it made Tony freeze. His eyes softened as he gazed down at her, his breath ragged. After a moment, he sighed, and with a shift in his expression, he pulled back, finally releasing her.
Myra scrambled to sit up, but the drug’s effects were still heavy on her body. Her hands, weak and trembling, couldn’t support her, and before she knew it, she fell back onto him. Her body stiffened, her mind screaming in terror and humiliation, but her strength was gone.
Tony’s arms tightened around her waist for a moment, but then, as if giving up, he closed his eyes. He gently lifted her and placed her back on the passenger seat, securing her seatbelt with careful precision.
The car fell into an eerie silence. Myra’s fists clenched by her sides, her eyes red and swollen from the tears she had shed.
“Tony, you jerk…” she muttered through gritted teeth, recalling the humiliation she had just endured. The anger, the shame, and the hurt combined in a rush of emotions. “How could you kiss me? D*mn it! How could you do that to me?” The thought of what had almost happened, the way he had ignored her pleas, made her body tremble.
Tony, seemingly unaffected by her fury, continued to smoke his cigarette, his expression blank as the smoke swirled around him. His calm demeanor infuriated her even more. “You’re really an *sshole!” Myra yelled, but as she attempted to rise from the seat, she slumped back down in weakness. Her tears streaked her makeup, making her look vulnerable in a way she never had before.
Tony inhaled a deep breath of smoke and, without looking at her, asked in a low, throaty voice, “Are you mad because I kissed you, or are you venting your anger at me?”
His question hit Myra like a slap. It took her by surprise, forcing her to pause. She looked at him, her anger mixing with disbelief. His words seemed to cut through her, piercing the layers of grief and frustration she had kept buried for so long. Sean’s cold indifference, Lyla’s sudden return, her fight to hold onto a love that was slipping away—everything felt like it was crashing down on her. The pain from all of it was overwhelming, and now, the man before her was adding to it. He knew she was married, yet he had tried to tempt her.
Her hands trembled, and she couldn’t summon the strength to even respond. All the emotions she had been holding back—the loneliness, the helplessness, the hurt—finally erupted. She burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, her body shaking with the intensity of her emotions.
She didn’t care about her image anymore. She cried like a child, pouring out years of pent-up frustration and sorrow. The pain of being unloved, of being unimportant, flooded her, leaving her feeling empty.
Her voice cracked as she cried, “Tony, you’re a jerk! You jerk! You jerk!” The weight of her anguish made her words sound like a guttural growl, and she couldn’t stop.
It felt as though Tony had seen into her heart, stripping away all the layers she had built around herself. She felt exposed, naked, and utterly vulnerable. The feeling was unbearable, as though she had been thrown into the world without any protection, left to face the rawness of her pain alone.