CHAPTER 194: CHAPTER 194: SO ITCHY

"What? You were drugged? What kind of drug? Chloe, what’s going on?"

Orion Miller knew full well about Chloe Simpson being drugged—after all, this was part of the plan he and Lucas Hughes concocted from the very beginning.

But now that things had escalated to this point, of course, he had to play dumb.

He intended to deliberately stall, waiting until Chloe could no longer bear it, until she completely lost her rationality—then he could exploit the moment and toy with her to his heart’s content!

"I don’t know what’s really going on either, but I can feel it—it must be an aphrodisiac! Orion, get me to a hospital now! Ugh!"

Chloe, while speaking, couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

"What did you say? An aphrodisiac? This... Chloe, if that’s really the case, how could I even touch you? Touching you would only make it worse, wouldn’t it?"

After saying this, Orion stood there with his hands raised high, feigning a look of absolute hesitation, as if he didn’t dare lay a finger on Chloe.

"Yes, it’ll be unbearable, but right now I *have* to get to a hospital! Hurry! Ahh!"

Seeing Orion act this way only made Chloe even more anxious. But her anxiety caused her blood to pump faster throughout her body.

The emptiness she felt surged almost instantly to the forefront of her mind. She couldn’t stop herself; her legs began to twist, her thighs rubbing together repeatedly.

She felt unbearably itchy—an itch that wasn’t like the occasional scratch on your back.

No, it felt as if thousands, tens of thousands of tiny bugs were crawling all over her skin, driving her to the brink, making her crave something—anything—to force its way in and rub against the ache aggressively.

"Alright, don’t panic. I’ll call 911 right now. I’d better not touch you though, just in case something goes wrong... Lay here, and I’ll make the call now."

Feigning urgency, Orion pulled out his phone and pretended to dial the emergency services number.

"Damn it! Of all times for my battery to die, it has to be now. Chloe, where’s your phone? I’ll use yours to make the call!"

Of course, Orion had no intention of calling anyone. He simply pretended his phone had died the moment he pulled it out.

As far as he was concerned, every second he could stall was a second gained.

"My phone—it’s in my bag."

Chloe quickly responded, clutching her hands tightly and digging her nails into her thighs, desperately trying to stay coherent.

"Okay."

Orion nodded and opened Chloe’s bag to get her phone and "call" 911.

He unlocked her phone and did indeed dial 911.

However, once the call connected, he immediately muted it.

"Hello, 911? I’m at the Hilton Hotel. Someone here has been drugged. Yes, an aphrodisiac. Please send help as soon as possible. Mhmm, thank you."

After finishing his false call, Orion hung up immediately.

In this way, there was a call record—Chloe wouldn’t have any suspicions even if she checked it later.

After hanging up, Orion simply stood there, waiting for Chloe to lose all control, for Flibanserin to completely take over.

Tonight, Chloe was his. Guaranteed.

As for Chloe on the bed, she was still trying her best to endure, hoping 911 would arrive soon.

Unaware that Orion had muted the call and hadn’t actually spoken to anyone, there was no way she’d get any help from 911.

Orion stood there, intently watching Chloe writhe in discomfort.

Sure enough, it didn’t take long for Chloe to finally lose control and start tearing at her clothes.