Jilted Ex-wife Billionaire Heiress

Chapter 85 Not A Eunuch

Timothy, what are you doing here?' Darya recognised her friend.

'I could ask you the same thing. Timothy shrugged. 'You almost broke my nose.

'Are you here picking up another one-night stand?' Darya went on the attack."

'No!' Timothy rubbed his nose. 'I don't do that. Not anymore."

'So you are just here for their chips and sour cream dips?'

'I came here with some friends.' Timothy opted for the half-truth.

He had to shout to be heard above the din. 'How about you?'

'I came here for work.' Darya picked out Sharon's slim figure making her way

across the dance floor. I'm actually in the middle of something.'

'Work?' Timothy matched her step for step. 'Come on, you are just pulling my leg, aren't you?"

Darya pushed her way through the crowd of revellers.

Timothy was right behind her. 'Come and have a drink with me.'

'Can't. I'm busy.'

Timothy pouted. 'You never had any time for me ever since you started working at that company. We never hang out anymore.'

'Tim.' Darya spun around. 'You know the reason why we don't hang out.'

'Can't we still be friends?' Timothy looked hurt.

'Not until you've given up the ridiculous notion of trying to make me your girlfriend.'

'But I like you.'

The nearest bar counter was packed with people clamouring for a drink.

Darya had to elbow another woman out of the way for her to grab the last available stool. Timothy gestured to the harassed-looking bartender. 'What are you having? I'm buying." Darya perched on the stool and used her elevated vantage point to take in the surroundings.

It was hard to make out individual faces under the flashing strobe lights.

'Who are you looking for?' Timothy shouted into her ear.

'There.' Darya spotted Sharon again.

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The woman had put on makeup and changed into a figure hugging dress with a deep Ucunt that offered a tantalising glimpse of her deavage.

But instead of chatting up the guys who offered to try hey aank, she was heading in the direction of the

restrooms.

'Why are you staring at a woman? Timothy followed farya's line of sight port tell me you are playing for the

other team

Shut up Darya poked him in the ribs. I'm not gay

She ran her eyes up and down her friend. You are all dressed up for tonight

'Never hurts to look your best.'

'Do me a favour."

'You name it. Anything."

'Go talk to that lady over there.' Darya tilted her head in sharon's direction. 'Chat her up. Make friends. Buy

her a drink. Use your magic charm.'

Timothy's eyes widened. 'You want me to pick up some random woman at a bar?"

'Isn't that why you came here?'

'No!'

'Fine. Then do it for me.'

'Who is she?'

'Someone I've been trying to figure out.'

'Not a friend, then.'

'No. A colleague.'

'She works at Paragon?'

'If my guess is right, she's hoping never have to work again."

Timothy shook his head. 'I don't understand.'

Darya picked up the glass of Daiquiri the bartender sent over and clicked it with Timothy's whiskey on the rocks. 'Just go talk to her. Figure out what game she's playing. I'll owe you."

Timothy downed his drink in one big gulp. 'You do owe me. I want to have dinner with you.

'Fine. Go now before she's on the move again. Keep me posted.'

Timothy might not be the most attractive man in the bar tonight, but he sure was one of the smoothest.

It didn't take him long to find his target, as she made it easy for him by reclining in

an armchair just outside the roped-off VIP booth and looking like she'd passed

out.

Timothy snapped a few pictures of her and sent them to Darya.

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'She looks totally out of it,' he texted.

'Damsel in distress,' Darya texted back. 'You are up, knight in shining armour."

As she waited for the show to begin, she called another 'colleague' from Paragon. Timothy walked up to Sharon.

He bent over her and laid a hand on her shoulder. 'Miss, miss, are you okay?'

Sharon opened her eyes a slit and took quick stock of the stranger.

His hand-tailored suit and bespoke shoes spoke of wealth.

So did the limited edition Rolex on his left wrist.

His hands were' clean and soft and free of calluses, indicative of an idle lifestyle.

No wedding or engagement ring.

He smelled of expensive aftershave.

He was handsome and looked young enough to be susceptible to the feminine wiles.

Conclusion-a viable target.

Sharon's eyelashes fluttered.

She moaned softly.

Miss?' Timothy smelled alcohol on her breath. 'Did you come here alone? Do you need me to call someone for

you?'

Sharon leaned forward and put most of her weight on the young man. 'I don't, I don't feel so well.'

'How much did you have to drink?'

She staggered to her feet and let herself fall into his arms, her impressive chest pressing down on his forearm. 'I, ah, I can't remember. My friends, they..."

'Where are they? I could go get them for you.'

'No.' She grabbed his hand. 'No, it's not, not safe.'

'What do you mean, not safe?'noveldrama

'I...' Sharon writhed. 'There was something in the drink. I...I don't feel so good. It's

so hot in here.'

Her cheeks were flushed.

Her lips, painted a dewy red, parted in another moan. 'Something's wrong with

me.'

'Are you drugged?' Timothy had to put a hand around her waist to stop her from slipping down to the floor. 'Do you want me to call an ambulance?'

'Help me, please.' Leaning on the young man, Sharon subtly nudged him towards one of the private booths at the back.

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If she could get just get him in there....

She was a good-looking woman, alone, obviously under the effects of a drug, and completely vulnerable.

Being a man, he was bound to avail himself of the opportunity, unless he was a eunuch or had ED.

Twenty metres away, a man plonked down on the stool next to Darya.

'Miss Miller, what's so urgent that you had to see me immediately?'

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