Room for You
Chapter 112

Chapter 112

The car was silent for a short while after Anastasia finished hersentence. “I know.” A deep, attractive voice sounded after a while.Anastasia's eyes widened with shock before she looked at the reflectionin the rearview mirror to meet the man’s gaze. She felt like she waslooking into a deep well. “Why are you here, Elliot?” she

cried.

The man let out a scoff. Did she think I was just some driver? Anastasiafelt her head spinning. Why did Felicia send me to Elliot's car?

“What are you doing here? Why did you pick me up?” Anastasia askedin a rather slurred and tipsy voice.

“How are you going to care for Jared when you're in this state?” heasked.

“My dad's home with him now,” she replied in a lazy voice from thebackseat. The man stared at her through the rearview mirror. He couldsee her sexy figure under the dim light. Her long hair fell over hershoulders, making her appear more seductive than ever. The air in thecar smelled like a mixture of alcohol and women’s perfume. Elliot hadthe eyes of a thirsty beast as he felt his predatory instincts taking overhim.

Meanwhile, Anastasia lay down on the back seat as she felt tirednesstaking over her. She fell asleep soon after that. Elliot turned to gaze ather as she slept, and his gaze remained still for a moment before hestopped the car by the side of the road. If her son sees her like this, he'sgoing to be traumatized when he grows up, Elliot thought.

So, he picked her phone up before unlocking her phone with herfingerprint. Then, he searched for Francis’ number before sending him atext. “Dad, I'm drunk tonight. Can you take care of Jared for tonight? I'llbe home early tomorrow morning,’ it said.

Francis responded just moments later. "You should get some rest ifyou're drunk. Don't worry about Jared; I'll take care of him. You staysafe!’ he replied.

“Got it, Dad! Elliot sent the text over. After seeing how drunk Anastasiaseemed, Elliot decided that he couldn't allow young Jared to have amemory of his drunk mother at such an age. Anastasia didn't knowanything about the man’s plans, but she continued sleeping as theblack car sped past the city center before arriving at one of the mostexpensive villas in the mid-hill area.

Anastasia hadn't slept much the night before, and she had had a longday today. After all the alcohol she consumed, it was unlikely for her towake up even if thunder struck the top of her head. Once the manparked the car, he lifted her bridal style and brought her to hisbedroom without her being aware of it.

Once she was on the bed, she rolled over to settle in a comfortableposition before continuing to sleep. She was dressed in a white shirtand a black pencil skirt that revealed her slim thighs. She wasn't awareof it, but the posture in which she slept was extremely seductive to theman staring at her.

The grand villa was lit up by a huge chandelier that hung above a graycouch. Elliot, who had just finished showering, sat on the couch in a lazyposture. He had pulled on a pair of sweatpants but

left his upper body naked. Beads of water were still hanging on his skinas he held his arm up to sip on his glass of red wine. The muscles in hisarms bulged as he moved the glass up and down.

For the most part, Elliot was a calm and rational man. However, he felthimself losing his mind whenever he thought about the woman whowas lying in his bed. He couldn't resist the urge to lose all control andset himself free. Every time he tried to suppress his urges, theydisappeared only to resurface moments later. He wanted to check onher, but he knew that he would get greedier for her when he was there.It was impossible for him to just stare at her.

So, he figured that he would keep his distance so that he didn't have tosuffer as much. Yet, there was another voice in his head that continuedto shout at him, and he had to counter this voice with the rational partof his mind. In the end, he lifted his wine glass and gulped all of it downbefore standing and heading upstairs.

He had found a reason to go up. I have to check if she puked. If she did,then my poor bed would be in trouble. Her alcohol tolerance isn’t thathigh, but I don't think she has a habit of puking. If she’s drunk, sheusually just sleeps.

Elliot opened the door to his room, and he found the woman sleepingwith her back turned against him. Her stunning curves and her softfigure made her seem especially feminine under the dim lights