Chapter 4 Can't Stop

Summer was so startled, her voice came out in a stammer. "W-what?" Her face wasn’t just red—it was scorching. A few hours ago, she barely had any experience, and now this? How was she supposed to do this? Could she at least watch something first to make up for her 23 years of limited knowledge? Fraser watched as the blush on Summer’s face spread down her neck, blooming across her entire body like a slow-burning fire. Her skin was tinted with layers of pink, her dark, bright eyes flickering between embarrassment and frustration, but she didn’t dare lash out. Something about this soft, flustered little woman amused him. Fraser’s narrow eyes lifted slightly. His gaze locked onto her lips—red, plump, slightly swollen. His dark pupils turned even deeper. "Summer," Fraser’s voice was low, magnetic, dripping with desire. "Kiss me." Summer felt his scorching gaze on her, making her mouth dry and her body burn all over. Her mind kept echoing his words—kiss me. And in that moment, she suddenly understood. If Trevor had been willing to abandon her for Peyton, why should she hold herself back? Why should she stay loyal to Trevor? And the man in front of her—Fraser Graham—was nothing short of perfect. Handsome, powerful, with a flawlessly sculpted body and strong genes. Countless wealthy women in Havenbrook would kill to get close to him. Most importantly, he wasn’t any worse than Trevor. Sleeping with him wasn’t a loss—it was an upgrade. Taking a deep breath, Summer lowered her head and mimicked the way he had kissed her, pressing her lips against his. His lips were thin, slightly cool, carrying a faint and distinctive scent. As Summer’s warm breath brushed against him, Fraser’s breathing grew heavier. She kissed along his jaw, then down to his Adam’s apple, trailing soft licks before slowly moving downward to his collarbone. Fraser’s breath hitched, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, the sound of his deep breaths cutting through the silent night. Hearing it sent a shiver through Summer, a tingling heat spreading through her veins. She trembled slightly, realizing that kissing him made her own heartbeat race uncontrollably. Then, in one swift movement, Fraser flipped them over, pinning her wrists above her head, trapping her beneath him once again. His rough voice brushed against her lips. "You little tease… you learn fast." And with that, he kissed her again. Summer felt like her entire body was on fire. She wanted to escape, but with her hands pinned and her body caged beneath him, she had nowhere to run. She let out a soft whimper, not knowing if the drug still had lingering effects or if she simply wanted more. At this moment, she wasn’t thinking about anything else. The heat in the room thickened, melding with the soft glow of the lights. Shadows intertwined. The night went on. … After the wedding, Trevor took Peyton back to Havenbrook Hospital to rest. Peyton’s VIP suite was on the top floor, with a full year’s medical expenses paid upfront by Trevor. Her attending physician, Josh, gave her a sedative and stepped out to speak with Trevor. "Peyton has been in a stable mood lately, and her heart condition is holding steady. If this continues, she might even extend her life expectancy." Trevor gave a slight nod. Josh hesitated as if wanting to say more but, seeing Trevor’s exhaustion, decided against it and left. Trevor pushed open the hospital room door and walked inside. Peyton wasn’t wearing her usual hospital gown. Instead, she sat on the bed in a black lace dress, different from her usual innocent look—tonight, there was a hint of seduction. Her eyes lit up when she saw him. Trevor had changed out of his wedding suit, but he was still dressed in crisp white. The dim hospital hallway lights cast a soft glow on his 6’1” frame. His sharp features were slightly blurred by the lighting, giving him an almost gentle air. If she had never left Havenbrook five years ago—if she had never left Trevor—there wouldn’t be a place for Summer in his life now. Thinking of this, Peyton clenched her jaw. But it didn’t matter. She knew she still held an irreplaceable place in Trevor’s heart. Today’s wedding was proof of that. And tonight, she had no intention of letting Trevor leave. Ever since she came back, Trevor had spoiled and indulged her. But he had never crossed the final line. That distance between them made her uneasy. Summer was the problem—the one standing in her way. Peyton stretched out a pale, delicate hand toward the man standing at the door. "Trevor, will you stay with me tonight?" Trevor’s dark eyes were unreadable as he stepped forward, pulling the blanket over her. "The doctor said you need rest. I’ll stay until you fall asleep." A flicker of disappointment flashed in Peyton’s eyes. Every time she had a relapse, Trevor would stay with her—but in the end, he would always leave. She sat on the bed, shifting slightly, the lace dress slipping just enough to reveal the curve of her collarbone and a deep, tempting line. Her fingers lightly brushed against his belt as she whispered, soft and pleading, "Trevor, you know what I mean." Trevor’s gaze darkened. "Peyton, don’t play games." His tone wasn’t harsh, but it was firm—enough to shake her. She knew his personality. When he said something, he meant it. In the past, whenever she got upset, she thought he would always coax her. But once, she pushed too far—and he left. She wouldn’t make that mistake again. Her eyes welled up with tears, her voice trembling. "Trevor, I’m sorry. I was being foolish… I got greedy. I forgot that you already have Summer." Trevor’s expression softened. Summer loved him deeply, but her love was intense, stubborn, suffocating. Sometimes, it exhausted him. Why couldn’t she be soft like Peyton? His fingers brushed a strand of Peyton’s hair behind her ear. "Don’t overthink. Just rest." … Leaving the hospital, Trevor glanced at his phone. Since that so-called "kidnapping" call earlier, there hadn’t been a single message or missed call from Summer. His brows furrowed, irritation creeping into his expression. He slid into the car and instructed the driver, "Take me to Black Ace." Black Ace was the largest bar in Havenbrook. Inside, flashing neon lights flickered through the air, the bass-heavy music pounding against the walls. Trevor walked straight to the VIP lounge. "Well, well, look who decided to show up—the groom himself! Shouldn’t you be off enjoying your wedding night? You know what they say… every second of it is—" Before the man could finish, Trevor smacked him on the back of the head. "Ow, Trevor! What was that for?" Trevor shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it aside before sinking into the couch. "Has Summer contacted any of you?"