Adam had just stepped out of his room in his black silk pajamas when he overheard Nathan inviting Celine to hang out. When Celine turned and saw Adam, she said to Nathan, "I'll call you back later." After ending the call, she turned to him. "I'm leaving, Mr. Alvarez."

She reached for her bag. Adam's voice rang out, "Are you leaving to hang out with Nathan?"

Celine didn't answer and turned to leave. But Adam grabbed her wrist. Celine froze. His body radiated intense heat; his fingers burned against her skin. The cold shower he'd taken hadn't cooled him down; instead, it seemed to intensify his restlessness.

She tried to pull away, but Adam shoved her against the wall. "How far have you gone with him? Have you slept with him?"

A loud slap echoed through the room. The phone in Celine's hand dropped, shattering. In the dim light, Adam's figure pressed her against the wall, demanding to know if she had slept with another man.

Celine's lashes fluttered as she glared at him, her expression a mixture of anger and humiliation. "That's none of your business!"

Adam smirked mockingly. He had been drugged, but believed he could control it. Yet, the way she had looked at him earlier had ignited a fire within him, inextinguishable by any cold shower. And yet, she wanted to leave with another man.

His gaze fell from her face to her soft lips. He traced his finger across them. "Do you prefer my kisses or Nathan's?"

Celine remained silent. This lunatic! she thought. She tried to push him away. "Let me go"

Before she could finish, Adam lowered his head and kissed her. Celine's eyes widened in shock; her mind went blank. How dare he?

His kiss was fierce and domineering. Celine struggled to breathe, squirming in protest. "Adam, stop."

He murmured hoarsely, "Celine, help me." Her cool body felt a contrast to his burning skin; being near her was an addiction.

She tried to push him away, but he held her tighter. "Adam, calm down! I can help you, but not like this!" Celine shrieked.

Her cry jolted him. His gaze darkened. His lips moved from her cheeks to her hair, planting kisses along the way. "Celine, do you like me or Nathan?" He held her captive, demanding an answer. His manner was both playful and vulgar, humiliating her.

Celine's legs trembled; she could barely stand. She twisted her head, trying to avoid his kisses. "Adam, let me go!"

A knock at the door interrupted them, followed by a maid's voice. "Mr. Alvarez, Ms. Carly is here."