Page 91 of The Billionaire's Rival (Bad Boy Billionaires)

When he took a drink and frowned, my heart skipped a beat.

“There’s a bitterness I didn’t notice before. I guess I knocked the first round back too fast. As much as Ford paid for this, it ought to be smoother.”

I nodded in agreement and took a sip. I grimaced. “Yeah, it’s definitely not living up to its promise.”

“Sometimes so you’ve just got to go with it. This is not a night to be sober.” He continued to drink as we chatted about inconsequential things. By the time he drained his glass, I was hoping the pills would be taking effect.

“More?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Still working on this one. I both want to be plastered and want to be aware enough to talk when Ford comes home.”

Worth nodded as he stood up. He took a step, then wavered.

“Wow. I’ve only had like, two, right?”

“Yeah, just two.”

“Shit. I already feel drunk. That never happens.” He took another step, then stopped. “Wow, the room is spinning.”

“Why don’t you sit back down?” I suggested.

“Maybe I should. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

He sat down and tilted his head back on the seat. He closed his eyes, and I held my breath. Was he going to fall asleep already? I’d looked up the highest dosage I could give for someone weighing less than I guessed Worth did, but what if he was allergic or something? I couldn’t kill Ford’s friend.

“I’m so sleepy all of a sudden.” He opened his eyes, blinked, and tried to sit up. “Shit, it feels like….” His eyes widened a bit, and he stared at me. “You fucking drugged me.”

“I…it’s just a sleeping pill.”

“You son of a bitch.” He sat back and closed his eyes. “Go get your man.”

I waited. He didn’t open his eyes again, but his breathing remained steady. Now I just had to avoid the top-notch security guards Carter had hired.

I looked out the front window. There was a man at the bottom of the steps. No way in hell was I getting out that way.

I went to the back and looked out. A guard waved to me from the small yard. I considered my options. Maybe I should just run for it. They weren’t going to shoot me.

What was the chance I could outrun them, though? I was fit. I took a run most mornings and played tennis regularly, but these guys were trained to chase people. My chances of getting away from them weren’t great unless I was in a car and they weren’t.

A car. That was when I remembered Ford’s car was parked out front. What if I said I’d left something in it and needed to get it out? Did he have a spare key here? My heart pounded as I looked around, thinking about where I would keep the keys if I were Ford.

Then I had a thought. I rushed over to the coat closet and opened it up. I must have subconsciously noticed a little key rack on the back of the door when I’d been here before. I scanned the row of keys and saw a Porsche keychain. Ford would be pissed if I wrecked his car, but I didn’t care. He could buy himself another one, or Miles could buy him one since he’d gotten us in this mess to begin with.

I picked up the keys, took a deep breath, and opened the door. The guard turned around. “Do you need something?”

“I left something in Mr. Wainwright’s car. I’m just going to grab it.”

“That’s no problem, sir.”

He didn’t question why I got into the driver’s seat. Maybe he thought Ford let me drive it.

I pretended to look around for a moment as I was slipping the key into the ignition. When I cranked the engine, the guy raced over. I hit the button to lock the doors, then started backing up.

He was banging on the side of the car, yelling at me, but I ignored him. I jerked the wheel, barely missing the car parked in front on me and took off. Thank God there was no one coming. At least this neighborhood didn’t have a lot of traffic this time of night.

Two men were chasing the car, but they weren’t going to get far.

When they turned back and got into their own vehicle, I knew I had to move fast.

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