His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 609

Eliza was practically dragged out of the nightclub, half protesting, half stumbling.

She twisted free from Casper's grip and shot him a fierce glare. "Have you been stalking me? And don't think just because you stood up for me that I forgot about the whole condom incident. Until we clear that up, we're nothing to each other."

"Wow, talk about cold," Casper replied, putting on an exaggerated wounded expression. "Why would we have nothing to do with each other?"

"Stay out of my business." Eliza tried to head back inside to continue her night with Chelsea, but Casper grabbed her arm and gently but firmly steered her back to the car. "Come on, enough drama already."

"Casper, you..." She flailed, trying to bite him in frustration.

Casper buckled her seatbelt and, with one smooth motion, cupped her chin and pressed his lips to hers. His possessiveness was overwhelming, leaving her defenseless against his kiss. He always had a knack for murmuring sweet nothings into her ear at moments like this.

"Alright, don't be mad. I'd never do anything to hurt you, okay? Chill out, alright?"

His lips moved over hers, each word a plea for forgiveness.

Eliza tried to push him away but found herself too weak, "Casp..."

"Baby..." he murmured, pinning her down, their lips entwining, drawing her deeper into his hold, "...just relax."

She had to admit, under his relentless charm, she could only surrender, letting him kiss her endlessly until he finally pulled away.

There was a gentle, appeasing glow on his face, and his long fingers softly caressed her swollen lips, "My Elle, you're stunning."

"You're insane," Eliza said, rolling her eyes. "Chelsea drank so much, I can't leave her here alone. I need to..."

"I'll have Ray take her home."

Casper called Caleb, asking him to take Chelsea home.

The unexpected softness sent a jolt through him, leaving his ears burning with embarrassment. Worried about being misunderstood, he quickly pulled his hand back.

Without his support, Chelsea fell face-first to the floor, not at all gracefully, with a small but audible thud.

She felt something warm trickling from her nose, touched it, and realized it was blood.

"Caleb, you did that on purpose, didn't you?" Chelsea slurred, struggling to her feet, her face smeared with blood.

Caleb didn't intend to laugh, but he couldn't hold it back, feeling like he'd scored a win in some unspoken battle.

Clutching his stomach, he laughed heartily, "Chelsea, karma finally caught up with you."

Fuming, Chelsea grabbed a wine glass from the table and hurled it at him, hitting the exact same spot on his forehead with a loud 'thud.'