Lock You In My Heart

Lock You In My Heart By B. MADRON Chapter 36 Read Online

Chapter 36 Betrayal

in all her life, this was the first time that a man had embraced Gabrielle so intimately.

Oddly enough, Westley’s action somehow gave her a sense of satisfaction.

Her happiness with Westley was always fleeting and today would be no different. As soon as she walked into the room, Westley grabbed her and threw her on the bed forcefully. The softness of the bed did very little to comfort Gabrielle.

Gabrielle searched her mind to understand his temperament and failed to grasp the reason behind it

“Stop, it hurts… With sadness she looked at him pleadingly. As her eyes filled with tears and her face flushed with emotion she tried to look away before he could see his effect on her.

“Gabrielle, is something wrong and did I hurt you?” asked Westley, with a quizzical look on his face.

Wesley was concerned and hesitant to leave her in such a state.

Despite his concern, his expression was void of emotion and he glared coldly at her as she

Tecoiled in discomfort on the bed.

Gabrielle, what is the matter?” Gabrielle continued to groan in discomfort and it was at this point that Westley couldn’t help but begin to worry that something was really

“Hm… My insides feel as though they are on fire. Westley, do you think that maybe it was your wine we had at dinner?” she asked anxiously as she pulled her collar, suddenly alarmed that these were the deadly effects of an undetected poison.

There is nothing wrong with the wine.” Westley thought to himself. “Gabrielle just had too much to drink. I mean, she almost drank up the whole bottle of wine for crying out loud! Who could survive that without a little discomfort?” Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“I hardly think that it was the wine. After all, it is fermented and mulled by the best winery in the business. It is meant to be enjoyed in moderation, with each sip savored until the last drop. One would think you have never enjoyed such good wine before.” He did not conceal his dislike for her at all.

Gabrielle was not surprised with his attitude: as Westley had never been affectionate to her in the past.

“You are probably right Westley, don’t worry

about me. I just want to get undressed and go to bed. It’s alright, you can leave me now.” Gabrielle lelt hot and bothered, as she toyed with the thought of taking off her clothes right now.

Westley frowned; unapologetic and walked

towards the door.

But he found that the door was locked.

He distinctly remembered using his leg to shut the door as he came in. Certain that he hadn’t locked the door, he was just as confused as to who had.

He immediately realized that it must have been Miley

“What will Gabrielle think?” he thought silently to himself. ‘Surely she would be concerned once she came to her senses.”

Suddenly he had a flashback of the scene at dinner earlier that evening and with a look of horror he realized she was not intoxicated but must have been drugged. Her reaction couldn’t be to the vine;

maybe it was the something in the soup.

Fear began to overshadow the scowl look on Westley‘s face, as he remembered a similar incident that had occurred to him not too long ago. How could one forget the time he had been framed for a crime that he did not

Westley considered himself shrewd and definitely not gullible; yet here he was outsmarted by those whom he’d trusted the most, for the second time!

He drifted into deep thought remembering his first taste of betrayal with the Jones family. He had blamed his misfortune on his own carelessness; yet Tobias and his wife were equally responsible for the events that unfolded that night. The couple had secretly connived to drug him and forced him to have sex with Gabrielle.

Time had not dulled the sting of betrayal he felt at this very moment because of Miley. He was taken advantage yet again and this time in his own house. Feeling powerless, Westley resigned to the fact that he couldn’t do anything to her

Her title as “grandmother” was befitting indeed!

In a fit of rage, Westley kicked the door hard. His aggression was only met with silence from the other side of the locked door.

“Neil, can you hear me? Open the door if you are outside.

Neil, c’mon!”

pointless. No matter how loudly Worlay shouted, there was no response at all.

He knew, without a shadow of doubt, that Miley was the mastermind behind all of this.

The worst part of it all was that Westley began to feel a burning sensation, stemming from his abdomen running down to his limbs.

The burning sensation was not new to him and he knew exactly what the cause was.

More convinced than before, he was confident that the wine was not responsible for how he or Gabrielle felt. This was the work of Chinese medicine that must have been added to the soup by Miley,

“Damn it! The Chinese medicine must have something else in in!”

As he recalled, he had less than Gabrielle. It made sense his symptoms were much later than hers. All in all she must have had two or three bowls of soup. so it was understandable that her reaction was so intense.

From across the room came a dull thuid that caught his attention. The sudden noise interrupted his thoughts.

Westley turned to where the noise had come from. Much to his surprise, Gabrielle had rolled out of the bed, with her dress torn open. There she was before him her white, tender and slender legs bare not hidden from his prying eyes.

Slowly he began to recall the pleasure she had brought him on that fateful day at the Jones family home.

The memory melted the feelings of betrayal that had overwhelmed him before. The only betrayal he could think of was how his body instinctively responded to the vision before him.

“Oh, it’s so hot… Turn on the air conditioner. .. Turn on the air conditioner…”, Gabrielle pleaded. She lay on the floor, unwilling to get up

The coldness of the floor was a welcome relief to her body. How else would she survive the effects of drinking so much of the tainted soup?

The heat emanating from her body threatened to drive her insane. Overwhelmed she softly muttered, “It’s so terribly hot… I can’t think straight.” Gabrielle became aware that the cool comfort provided by the floor just moments earlier was waning and she thought that a cold shower would be the next

best thing. She managed somehow to stand on her feet but at the sight of Westley standing behind the door, she walked towards him instead. She seemed to have no control over her body and her legs instinctively propelled her to where he stood.

“Gabrielle, stay away from me!” The fire burning in Westley’s body continued to rage, but when he saw that Gabrielle was walking towards him, his face turned cold.

“I… I feel horrible!” Gabrielle seemed oblivious to his pleas and planted herself firmly front of him, with a ravenous look across her face.

“Gabrielle, don’t get close to me. Go take a bath if you feel uncomfortable.” Westley struggled to retain his composure. Desire threatened to overcome him now that Gabrielle was so close; he felt his last ounce of self-control escape his body completely.

“What’s the matter Westley?” she asked him, Gabrielle placed her slender hand on his chest with concern.

Through his unbuttoned shirt, Gabrielle could feel his heart racing under her touch. Right then she felt her own heart begin to beat faster as though it wanted to match his; beat for beat.

“Gabrielle, go away.” Westley grabbed her

hand tightly and moved it away from his chest is though it was the cause of symptoms. He stared at her blankly.

“Ouch! That hurt.” Gabrielle looked at him

She bit on her tretribling lips and tried to hide her embarrilssment. She tried to look away before he could see her eyes welling with tears. She couldn’t decide if the pain in her hand hurt more than his blatant rejection of her.

After what seemed like an eternity. Westley finally let go of her hand. But as soon as he loosened his hand, Gabrielle pounced on him like an octopus, wrapped her body tightly around his and kissed him fiercely.

This was his breaking point. Westley turned around and pressed Gabrielle against the door, kissing her overbearingly.

‘Gabrielle, you started this. You can’t stop me now.’

Westley swiftly picked her up and made strides to the bed with her in his arms.

When the throngs of passion had subsided, Gabrielle drifted to sleep. Westley pulled the quilt over her, stood up and went out onto the balcony.

Neil was not surprised to see Westley, and looked at him beaming with joy!

“Mr. Morris, the cook is preparing some sweet soup. Shall I bring you a bowl? Neil greeted him as if he knew nothing

But Westley would not be deterred so easily and promptly probed him, “Neil, did you lock the door last night? Where is Grandma?” Westley was not hungry just yet, least of all for that dreadful sweet soup! The thing on his mind now, was to figure out what had happened last night.