Side Chick Era Over (Sharon and Carter) novel Chapter 1093

Chapter 1093

Sharon’s brow tightened, every muscle in her face drawn taut. The fact that she could still hold herself together this long was pure willpower–nothing else.

Julliard’s gaze flickered slightly. He’d spent years in the business world, seen all manner of things–schemes, betrayals, scandals. And Sharon’s condition now? He recognized it instantly.

She’d been drugged.

And judging from how quickly it was taking hold, it was no mild concoction. Her consciousness was already slipping. The drug was potent–alarmingly so.

In a matter of minutes, she might lose all control, might even throw herself into his arms.

For reasons he couldn’t explain, Julliard’s heart began to pound violently.

If he didn’t call for help… would Sharon become his?

The thought bloomed like a poisonous seed in his mind, unfurling dark, seductive petals.

He took a slow step toward her, but the faint glimmer of conscience still flickering in him stopped him cold.‘ Don’t take advantage of her,‘ it warned.

Sharon had never shown him any affection beyond friendship. If he crossed that line, she’d never forgive him.

But then again–this time was different. She wasn’t herself. And if something did happen between them… technically, she’d been the one to initiate it.

He would only be helping her. Saving her.

Part of him burned to possess her; the other half feared losing her completely.

While Julliard warred with himself, Sharon’s faint, trembling voice pulled him back to reality.

“Julliard… did Thomas say when he’ll be here? I don’t think I can hold out much longer…”

Sweat glistened on her forehead. She wobbled to her feet. “I’ll… take a cold shower first.”

Julliard’s fists clenched tight.

Thomas. Even now, the first name on her lips was Thomas.

Jealousy surged like a tidal wave, crashing through him, drowning reason in its wake.

Of course. He’d always been the cautious one, holding himself back–while men like Thomas slipped right in

when she was most vulnerable.

Maybe it was time he stopped hesitating.

If he took her now, she would be his. And if she conceived… no one could ever take her away from him again.

The thought alone made his breath grow ragged, his pupils darkening to crimson.

Wasn’t that how it had happened with Carter? A single night, one mistake–and a child had bound them together.

Perhaps… he could have the same chance.

Even if she didn’t end up pregnant, it didn’t matter. He’d find a way to bribe a doctor, convince her she was.

The decision solidified like stone. Julliard drew in a deep breath, forcing his tone into gentle calm.

“All right,” he said. “Let me help you to the bathroom.”

Downstairs, Thomas had just spotted Carter’s figure when an abrupt, breathy moan echoed through the banquet’s sound system–loud, unmistakably intimate.

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