The Ex-Con Queen Strikes Back - Chapter 113: Chapter 113

Hudson ordered the bodyguards to grab the man. "Work him over where it won't show," he instructed, "then call the cops and report him for public lewdness."
Yosef carried the woman to the hotel he often stayed at. He moved quickly, oblivious to the shadows outside.
A couple of quick flashes, then silence.
A server led him upstairs, swiped the key card, and opened the door. "Mr. Campbell, just call if you need anything," the server said, respectfully closing the door for Yosef.
Yosef walked to the bed and gently laid Skylar Lambert down.
Drugged, Skylar was burning up, constantly tugging at her clothes, desperate for cool air.
She was wearing a shirt dress, and her movements had popped two buttons at the collar, revealing a wide expanse of her chest.
Her skin, flushed a delicate pink, hinted at more alluring sights just inches below.
Yosef's gaze darkened, his Adam's apple bobbing. He tore his eyes away and stepped aside to call Hudson. "Hudson, get a doctor over here for me."
On the bed, Skylar felt like she was being roasted alive.
Vaguely hearing a cool voice, she stumbled off the bed and lunged towards the sound.
A refreshing coolness washed over her. "Oh, that feels so good," she sighed.
The moment she pressed against him, Yosef's body went rigid. He remained in his phone-calling posture.
Hudson waited on the other end, but no further instructions came. "Mr. Campbell?" he called out a few times. "Are you still there?"
Yosef looked down, grabbing Skylar's roaming hands. "Skylar Lambert, what do you think you're doing?"
"Ice... feels so good... " Skylar was completely gone, acting on pure instinct, searching for anything to cool her down.
Her hands deftly escaped Yosef's grip, unbuttoned his shirt, and her scorching little hands slipped inside his clothes.
Yosef tensed. "Skylar, don't move!" he rasped.
His low, hoarse voice held no threat.
Hudson, on the other end of the line, instantly understood and quickly hung up.
Skylar, emboldened, got both hands inside, her touch igniting fires everywhere.
A vein throbbed at Yosef's temple. "Skylar Lambert, I'm warning you one last time. Get your hands out, or you'll face the consequences."
Not only did Skylar not remove her hands, she hugged him tighter, violently tearing at his clothes, desperate for more coolness.
Yosef switched off his phone and tossed it aside. He loosened his tie, turned, scooped Skylar up, and threw her heavily onto the bed.
He pressed down on her. "Skylar, you asked for this."
Skylar didn't understand a word he said, her mind solely focused on finding "ice" to relieve her discomfort. She wrapped her arms around Yosef.
Yosef's last shred of restraint shattered. He tilted her chin up and crushed his lips against her soft, luscious red ones.
His body grew hotter. Skylar frowned in distaste, trying to push away this human furnace.
But Yosef wasn't about to let her escape. He captured her hands, pressing them onto the bed, their fingers intertwining.
Their scorching skin met, leaving them slick with sweat. Soft moans, tinged with shivers, escaped her lips from time to time.
Skylar felt like she was soaring and dipping, entirely at his mercy.
Morning sunlight streamed through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, flooding the room, now cold after the night's passion.
Skylar slowly woke. The moment she moved, a wave of soreness hit her.
"Ouch," she hissed, opening her eyes. Her gaze fell upon her body, covered in kiss marks.
She stared, wide-eyed, then looked down. Her clothes were gone, her skin a canvas of intimate marks.
She clutched the blanket and sat up, her eyes scanning the room, finally landing on the man sipping coffee nearby.
"Yosef!" Skylar bit out his name through gritted teeth.
Yosef elegantly set down his coffee, rose, and walked to the bedside, leaning close to her. "You started it last night," he said.
Skylar was indignant. "I was drugged! I wasn't in my right mind! You were sober! Why didn't you refuse? Why didn't you get me a doctor?"
Yosef chuckled, his fingers lightly gripping her chin. "Skylar Lambert, you're being so unreasonable. I was going to get you a doctor last night. You're the one who clung to me, felt me up.
"You wanted it yourself."
Skylar bit her lip, furious.
She glanced at Yosef and snorted. "You didn't refuse either. You're also at fault.
"You'd better forget about this. Pretend it never happened. I'll just consider myself to have gotten drunk last night and been bitten by a dog."
Yosef scoffed, leaning even closer. "Use me and toss me aside, Skylar Lambert? And call me a dog?"
"So?" Skylar challenged, looking at him coldly.
Yosef's grip tightened, his voice icy. "Skylar, you're really something else!"
Skylar grabbed his hand and yanked it away. "I'm perfectly fine, no need for your concern.
"Get out. I need to get dressed."
Yosef didn't budge.
Skylar taunted him, "Mr. Campbell, are you having trouble understanding English?"
Yosef's lips curled. "I've seen everything there is to see, and things I shouldn't have. You're still afraid I'll look?"
Skylar sneered. "If you doesn't value your eyes, you're welcome to keep looking."
Yosef said nothing more, turned, and went out to the balcony.
Skylar, enduring the soreness, picked up her clothes from the floor. They were wrinkled and unwearable.
She reached for her phone to ask Sophie to bring her a change, but it was dead.
She called out to the man on the balcony, "Mr. Campbell, do you have any clothes?"
Yosef glanced at the clothes in her hand. "I'll have the front desk send some up."
"My phone's dead, too," Skylar added.
Yosef then told the front desk to send up a power bank as well.
Soon, the front desk delivered new clothes and a power bank.
Skylar dressed, plugged in her phone, and turned it on.
A flood of messages and missed call notifications popped up.
Skylar glanced through them; most were from her family, with a few messages from Sophie mixed in.
She texted her mother, Yana, explaining she'd gotten drunk at a social event the previous night, stayed at a hotel, and her phone had died.
Then she messaged Sophie, telling her she'd be in soon.
Phone in hand, she started to leave, not even sparing Yosef a glance.
The ignored Yosef felt a surge of irritation. "You're just leaving?" he called after her.
Skylar turned to him, a puzzled look on her face. "What else?"
The fact that Skylar didn't care at all about last night, or about him, made Yosef deeply uncomfortable. He felt a little dejected.
"Just go then," he said.
'So strange,' Skylar thought with a slight frown, muttering, "Weirdo."
She quickly left the hotel and headed to her company.
She didn't notice the faint, stealthy click of a camera as she exited the hotel.
Not long after she left, Yosef also departed.