Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2678

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2678

Heat Of The Moment

Damn it. Someone had spiked my drink! In that moment, everything became clear to Larry.

"Don't touch me, Della. Hurry, someone call me a cab... " he shouted while pushing Della away.

"Why call a cab when Ms. Duff is already here for you? How can you brush her off like this, Mr. Norton?" one of the men shouted.

"Exactly! Ms. Duff is so kind to you. You shouldn't let her down!"

Soon, everyone around Larry started to chime in.

Della once again moved closer to him. "Let's go, Larry. I'm here for you."

After what seemed like an eternity, Della finally got Larry to the hotel room as planned and laid him on the bed.

She felt her heart start to race as she stood beside him, her gaze filled with longing and desire.

"Joan... "Larry muttered as he started taking his clothes off.

Della's stare turned cold when she heard that name. Even now, he's only thinking about Joan!

The hesitation and doubts came flooding back as she wondered about her next steps. Should I? Or should I not?

Whatever. Let me have him first!

Della quickly stripped her clothes off and straddled Larry, continuously grinding against him to get him excited.

Even though the temptation was getting harder to resist, Larry was still perfectly aware that the woman on top of him wasn't Joan.

"Get lost!" he bellowed as he shoved Della off of him.

Caught by surprise, Della tumbled onto the floor and held her head in embarrassment.

"Don't touch me!" Larry continued to shout from the bed.

Something clicked inside Della in that instance. The more Larry tried to reject her, the more she was going to fight for him. She stood up and once again straddled him, this time with more determination. She took off his shirt and pants without hesitation, and before long, Larry's top half was fully exposed. Della ran her fingers lightly over his chiseled chest, fascinated by how strong and handsome he was. As she continued to titillate him, it didn't take long before Larry's body reacted to her touch.

She then lowered her head and started kissing him all over his neck and chest. The frantic breathing, mixed with the sensual moans, pushed Larry even closer to his breaking point.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. Mustering whatever strength he had left, he pushed Della off and went into the bathroom.

Larry immediately turned on the shower and let the cold water rain down on him. He knew it was the only way to sober up and calm himself down.

"Larry! Open the door!" Della yelled as she pounded on the bathroom door.

Larry ignored her and continued with his shower, turning the water up to drown out her voice.

"Larry! Hurry up and open the door! Let me help you with your shower!"

Eventually, Larry was so tired that he lay in the bathtub and fell asleep.

While Larry snored away, Della continued to pace outside the bathroom, hoping that he would come out soon.

The next morning, Larry stretched and yawned as he gradually stirred from his sleep. Despite what seemed to be a full night's sleep, he still looked exhausted. Where am I? After looking around several times, he finally realized he had fallen asleep in the bathroom.

What the hell happened? Did I have too much to drink last night?

No, wait. I was drugged last night! As he sobered up more, the memories of the night before started to flood back.

Bang!

As Larry opened the door, Della, who had fallen asleep against it, fell to the floor.

Wait. Why is she here? Larry eyed her suspiciously, a little curious and also a little worried.

"You're finally awake," Della muttered as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

"Yeah," he replied weakly. For some inexplicable reason, he felt highly uneasy about the whole situation.

There was a feeling of impending doom, but Larry wasn't sure how to handle it.

"Why are you here, Della?"

"You were drunk last night, so I brought you here... " Della replied sheepishly.