Chapter 6 Trapped in His Game

• In a panicked rush, Serena darted back onto the bed, wrapping herself tightly in the blanket again.
• “You pervert! Creep!”
• Lennox hadn’t expected to walk into the room and see her bare figure. He frowned at her insults and tossed a paper bag her way, his tone as cold as ice. “Shut up.”
• Serena’s face burned with embarrassment. She opened her mouth to retort but noticed the bag had split open, revealing a new dress and even fresh undergarments, tags still attached. She clamped her mouth shut.
• Fair arms emerged from beneath the blanket as she reached for the bag, quickly hugging it close. This man’s temper was as short as his patience, so she didn’t waste time.
• “Get out. I need to change.”
• “You’re seriously still shy after last night?” Lennox’s gaze ran over her, lingering. “Wear them or not, your choice.”
• Her jaw clenched in annoyance as she glared at him. But Lennox showed no intention of giving her privacy. Grinding her teeth, she realized she had no choice: either dress in front of him or remain wrapped in the blanket.
• After a long pause, she gave in. No way was she staying like this forever. Without removing the blanket, she grabbed a pair of scissors from the bedside table, snipped off the tags, and stuffed the clothes under the blanket to change while keeping herself covered.
• Even so, her bare shoulders and back were briefly exposed, and her cheeks flushed as she struggled with the new clothes. The dress was a single-shoulder, fitted piece that fell just above the knee—elegant, yes, but with a zipper that stretched down her back, completely out of her reach.
• She strained, her face turning red.
• “Need a hand?”
• Serena whipped around, catching Lennox’s smirking gaze. “No, I don’t!”
• After a near-Herculean effort, she finally managed to pull the dress on. She wasted no time, darting into the bathroom to wash up. But the sight of her in the mirror brought a hiss of frustration.
• “That jack*ss!” she cussed under her breath.
• The one-shoulder dress revealed way too much skin. The marks on her neck stood out vividly, undeniable proof of last night’s events. How was she supposed to go home and face her kids like this?
• She splashed water on her face, grumbling. But as she stepped out of the bathroom, she found Lennox standing right in the doorway, expressionless.
• “Move.”
• “Mind your tone,” he replied coldly.
• Biting back a retort, Serena forced a smile. “Could you please move, sir? I need to leave.”
• Lennox firmly blocked the doorway. “No.”
• She glared at him, exasperated. “What now?”
• “That’s my question. You think you can use me and waltz out just like that? Not happening.”
• She scoffed. Use you? Who are you kidding?! She was so close to shouting at him for his audacity. But she didn’t have time for his games; she had to get home and finalize her twins’ custody transfer.
• “What do you want?”
• “You defiled me, didn’t you? Shouldn’t you take responsibility?”
• Take responsibility? She was already sparing him a lawsuit for defiling her. With a frustrated groan, she pushed at him, losing her patience. “What is wrong with you? Who’s the real victim here? Quit pretending, and let me out!”
• Lennox grabbed her wrist, his eyebrows arching as he smirked. “You threw yourself at me last night, remember? And I’d say I’m the victim here—I put in the effort, after all. Besides, I didn’t hear you complaining last night.”
• Serena’s cheeks turned scarlet. He looked far too pleased with himself.
• “What’s your name?”
• “None of your f*cking business!” she snapped, fuming. If she could, she’d rip him apart right then and there.
• Lennox frowned. “Watch your mouth.”
• Serena, never one to play nice, shot back immediately. “I’ll say what I want. It’s my mouth, not yours, so I—mmph!”
• He didn’t let her finish. His mouth came down on hers, his kiss possessive and punishing. He held her lips captive, biting and claiming until she tasted blood, leaving her breathless.
• Even Lennox’s breathing had quickened. In all his 26 years, he’d never wanted anyone this badly.