Chapter 7

The man leaned close, trailing a hand over the strap of Summer’s camisole. "The client said we need to make this look real. You’re being so stiff, miss. You’re making my job hard."

Summer glared at him, her eyes cold. "Get your hands off me."

"Damn, you smell good."

Instead of pulling away, his hand rubbed against her shoulder. His hot, heavy breath brushed against her skin as he moved in closer.

Nauseated, Summer shoved him hard, but he flipped over and pinned her beneath him.

"What are you doing? Get off me!"

"Oh, stop playing innocent. You drank the water. In a minute, you’ll be begging me to touch you."

He tried to force himself on her. Furious, Summer grabbed his greasy hands, squirming desperately to dodge his mouth as he kept lunging for her face.

Moira, that vile woman, had actually had this man drug her.

The drug hit the man fast. His eyes flushed red, his breathing turned ragged, and his grip tightened as he completely lost control.

Summer felt her strength slipping away with every second...

Just as she reached the point of panic, the door beeped open.

Just like a month ago, Ian burst in, with Moira right on his heels.

Moira pointed a finger at Summer, her expression filled with pure disgust. "You... you really can’t stop, can you? I thought I misread things, but it really is you..."

Summer turned her head and met Ian’s gaze.

Taking advantage of the distraction, the man lying on top of her tore open her camisole.

A violent shiver ran through Summer as she fought to pin the man’s hands back down.

She looked at Ian, tears glistening in her eyes. "Ian..."

The words *save me* caught in her throat. She couldn’t make a sound.

Moira slipped her arm through Ian’s. "Ian, don’t look. Let’s just go. Summer isn’t worth your time. Why do you keep caring about her?"

"No... that’s not what happened. I..." Summer’s voice shook.

She wanted to tell him none of this was real, but the words stuck in her throat.

Moira shot her a dark, vicious look—a single glance dripping with threats, warning, and cruelty.

"Summer." Ian finally spoke. His voice was laced with pure hatred, and his cold stare pierced right through her like a blade. "You disgust me."

"Ian, let’s go," Moira urged, pulling him toward the door. "If she makes you sick, just never see her again."

"Ian..."

"Don’t call my name. You’re filthy."

Summer’s chest tightened, and her tears overflowed.

"Summer, I’m warning you," Moira added. "After everything you’ve done, you better stay far away from Ian. He’s a good person. Don’t taint him with your filth."

"Moira..." Summer bit her lip hard. Gathering every ounce of strength left in her, she shoved the man off her body. "You’ll pay for this..."

"Summer, are you blaming me for telling Ian I saw you enter this room?" Moira leaned against Ian’s shoulder, putting on a pitiful act. "How was I supposed to know you were coming here to meet another man?"

"Moira, let’s go." Ian didn’t even glance at Summer as he turned to leave.

"Don’t go... I..." Summer scrambled off the bed, tumbling onto the floor. She didn't dare think about what would happen to her if she let Ian walk out that door.

Her desperate plea made Ian freeze in his tracks.

He turned back, only to see her lying there, barely covered.

Ian’s expression turned utterly cold. His eyes grew dark and ruthless, staring at Summer as if she were a complete stranger.

"I’ll leave you to it. Enjoy yourself, Summer."

Summer froze.

She watched helplessly as Ian turned and walked away.

Moira flashed a triumphant smirk over her shoulder before stepping out and pulling the door shut.

The heavy slam echoed in Summer’s chest like thunder.

"Ian..."

She wanted to beg him. She wanted him to save her.

But she couldn’t utter a word.

The man she had pushed aside slid off the bed, crawling back toward her like an octopus.

"Get off... get off me!" Summer thrashed violently, blocking his hands wherever they reached.

Her screaming did nothing. The man was completely out of his mind.

"No..."

His greasy hands clamped around her waist. Summer shuddered uncontrollably as tears finally blurred her vision.