Page 26 of Addicted To His Favorite
Before she could even finish the words, Sebastian was pivoting sharply and striding toward the door with long, urgent strides.Adam, still holding the phone, looked up just in time to see Sebastian’s broad back disappearing down the hallway and quickly followed.
Back in the VIP room, Emily shot up from the couch, urgency flaring in her eyes. “Everyone, leave. Now. My brother’s coming!”
The escorts immediately obeyed Emily’s command, exchanging quick, uncertain glances as they slipped toward the door.
Harold, however, didn’t move an inch. Instead, he leaned back against the table with one hand braced casually on its surface, the other sliding into his pocket. A slow, self-assured smile tugged at his lips as he tilted his head, eyes locked on Emily.
“Why are you so scared?” he asked in a tone dripping with confidence, his voice almost lazy, as if he had all the time in the world. “It’s not like you’re having some extramarital affair, are you? You’re a single woman… enjoying herself with a few handsome men. How is that bad?”
Before Emily could reply, the door to the room slammed open with a sharp crack.
Every head turned sharply toward the entrance—expecting Adam.
It wasn’t him.
Lucas stormed inside with fast, heavy strides, each step charged with barely restrained rage. His jaw was clenched, shoulders squared, eyes locked on Emily with a heat that was equal parts jealousy and fury.
“You’ve been ignoring my calls. My messages.” Without pausing, he snapped at Emily. “And here you are—partying with half-naked men?!”
His gaze flicked briefly to Harold’s open shirt, then snapped back to Emily. “I’m giving you one last chance. Don’t ruin this for us. Come home with me now. This is the last fucking time I’ll forgive you for cheating on me.”
By the time he finished speaking, he was already in front of her, close enough that she could see the anger swirling in his eyes. Without warning, he seized her wrist in a bruising grip and yanked her toward the door.
Emily planted her heels into the ground and tried to twist free. “I’m not going anywhere with you!”
Before Lucas could react, Jeremy was already on the move. He tossed the glass of drink aside with a heavy thud, closing the distance in seconds. His hand shot out, gripping Lucas’s collar, and with a rough jerk, he forced him back a step.
“She just said she doesn’t want to leave with you. Are you deaf?” Jeremy’s voice was pissed off, almost a growl.
Lucas straightened. His head snapped toward Jeremy, face contorting with rage. The next second, his fist swung up in a brutal arc, connecting with Jeremy’s jaw. The crack of the hit echoed in the room.
“Don’t get between me and my girlfriend!” Lucas barked.
Emily’s chest tightened as Lucas turned back to her, he grabbed her wrist once again and started dragging her toward the door.
“I don’t want to live with you, Lucas!” she shouted, struggling harder. “We broke up! Let go of me!”
But Lucas didn’t slow, didn’t loosen his hold. The more she fought, the more relentless his pull became, his fingers digging into her skin.
Her panic spiked. She twisted her body violently to break free, but the motion sent a sharp pain shooting up her leg. Her ankle buckled.
With a cry, Emily stumbled and crashed hard onto the floor, the fall jolting her from wrist to shoulder.
Lucas’s grip on Emily didn’t loosen, not even after she’d hit the floor. He hauled her across the carpet, ignoring her frantic kicks and desperate attempts to twist away. The more she resisted, the harder his jaw locked, his arm straining as if sheer force would bend her to his will.
Jeremy lunged forward, shoving at Lucas’s shoulder. “Let her go!” he barked, but Lucas barely budged. His superior strength kept Emily’s body sliding toward the door, inch by inch.
The door slammed open again.
Sebastian strode in. His sharp gaze locked instantly on the scene—Lucas hunched over, dragging Emily across the floor. Emily’s face was tight with pain, one hand clutching her ankle, the other shoving at Lucas’s chest.
Sebastian moved before thought could catch up.
In two strides, he was on Lucas. His hand clamped down on Lucas’s shoulder like a steel trap, and with a swift, brutal motion, he wrenched him away from Emily and flung him sideways. The momentum barely settled before Sebastian’s fist snapped forward, connecting with Lucas’s face in a bone-jarring crack.
Lucas staggered, blood immediately seeping from the gash above his cheekbone where Sebastian’s watch had struck. He whipped around, teeth bared. “Do you know who I am? How dare you—”
Sebastian didn’t even glance at him. He crouched beside Emily, his voice filled with concern. “Can you stand?”
