[BL] Bound to My Enemy: The Billionaire Who Took My Girl Chapter 142: Buffet of Destruction

NOAH

"So you lied to ," I said, my voice hardening. "All those tis. When you offered to help . When you said you cared. All of it."

"What about the feelings you claid to have?" I continued, the hurt beginning to override the fear. "About wanting sothing real? Was any of it true, or was I just another ’tiny problem’ for you to manage?"

Alex’s smile softened. For a second, he looked almost genuine. "Oh no, Noah. Those feelings are very real. I do fancy you. Very much, actually."

He stood up, moving even closer, invading the small pocket of air I had left. "In fact... I want to show you just how much I like you."

As he spoke, the mahogany doors opened. Three of Alex’s n entered, their faces expressionless. They were carrying a large silver tray and several small cases, which they began to arrange on the dining table behind the sofa.

I turned my head, watching them. My heart began to gallop.

Among the objects they laid out were several small, clear bags containing a white powdery substance. So of it was fine, like flour; others were crystalline, shimring under the LED lights. There were strips of pills, small brown vials, and various paraphernalia... mirrors, silver straws, and a row of clean, plastic-wrapped needles.

I didn’t recognize all of it imdiately, but I knew what it was. My stomach turned. I had seen enough movies, read enough news reports. This was the "fun" Alex had ntioned to Cassian.

The n finished their work, stepping back into the shadows near the door like well-trained butlers at a wake. Alex watched them with an expression of deep satisfaction, like a host admiring a perfectly set dinner table.

"What... what is that?" I asked, my voice barely a thread of sound. I tried to back further into the couch, but there was nowhere left to go.

"Don’t be scared, sweetheart," Alex said, reaching out to rest a gentle, comforting hand on my knee. I flinched, but he didn’t pull away. "There’s nothing to be afraid of. I told you, I want us to have a good ti."

The display was terrifying. It was a buffet of destruction, laid out with surgical precision.

There were enough substances on that table to stop a dozen hearts, and the way Alex looked at them... with a bright, hungry anticipation... made realize that this was his ritual. This was how he "fancied" people.

He didn’t want a partner. He wanted a plaything. He wanted soone he could break and rebuild in the image of his own addictions.

Alex looked from the table back to , his eyes dilated, his smile widening until it felt like it was swallowing the room.

"Now then, Noah..." He paused for a long, agonizing mont, his gaze tracing the lines of my face. He gestured to the chemicals with an elegant wave of his hand.

"Let’s have so fun, shall we?"

I felt my throat close up.

Afterwards he stood up and walked over to the table.

The silver tray was a grotesque altar of excess, and Alex stood over it like a high priest of ruin. His fingers, long and manicured, hovered over the various bags and vials before selecting a small, clear packet of pills. He opened it with a casual flick of his wrist, the plastic crinkling like a dry leaf.

He held a single, small pill up to the recessed LED lighting, tilting it back and forth as if checking the clarity of a diamond. Then, he turned that unsettling, perfect smile toward .

"What is that?" I asked. My voice was a jagged ruin, shaking so hard I could barely form the words. I pressed my back deeper into the expensive leather of the sofa. "Alex, what are you trying to do to ?"

"Oh, relax, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice as smooth as aged whiskey. He started walking toward , the pill held between his thumb and forefinger. "It’s just sothing to help you loosen up. You’re so tense, Noah. You’ve been wound tight since the mont we t."

He leaned down, his face inches from mine, his eyes swimming with a terrifying, false care. "I want you to feel good. I want this to be pleasant for you. Don’t you want to have fun with ? After all the ti I’ve spent waiting for you?"

The predatory undertone was a physical weight. My internal alarms weren’t just ringing; they were screaming, a cacophony of RUN, RUN, RUN that vibrated through my bones.

But there was nowhere to go. The guards at the door were stone statues, and Alex was a wall of polished, smiling malice.

"I don’t want it," I whispered, my heart hamring against my ribs. "Please, Alex. Don’t."

He didn’t listen. Instead, he reached for a glass of amber liquid on the table... sothing strong and expensive. He placed the pill on his own tongue, making sure I saw it. He took a sip of the alcohol, tilted his head back, and swallowed. He even opened his mouth and tilted his head to show his empty throat.

"See?" He spread his arms wide, the picture of innocence. "Totally fine. Nothing to worry about, Noah. I’d never give you anything I wouldn’t take myself."

But I knew. I knew it was a trick. A performance. Whether he had a tolerance, a different pill, or so other sleight of hand, it didn’t matter. It was a trap.

He reached back into the bag and pulled out another. "Your turn, sweetheart."

He began to move toward again, his steps slow and deliberate. I scrambled backward on the couch, my limbs tangling in the plush cushions. "Stay away from !" I cried, my voice rising into a frantic, desperate register.

I backed off the edge of the sofa completely, falling to the floor with a dull thud. I tried to scramble to my feet, but my legs felt like they were made of water, trembling so violently I couldn’t find my balance. Alex didn’t rush. He followed with the calm, patient pace of a hunter who knows the woods better than his prey.