Chapter 207

He had already touched her intimately, and only then did a flicker of conscience arise within him. Was he taking advantage of Victoria? If she woke up, would she never speak to him again?

But then he thought that it wasn't the first time he had taken advantage of her.

Without the influence of alcohol, she wouldn't even want to be near him.

He took off his shirt, revealing a well-toned chest with defined muscles.

Victoria, already lost to the effects of alcohol, acted purely on instinct, seeking any form of relief.

William was losing control under her touch.

He hesitated, even pulling his hand back, but Victoria grew more desperate, moving her hips to press against him.

His tip brushed against her inner thigh, grazing her sensitive areas, almost slipping inside.

Her body pressed tightly against the seat, and William's hand found its way to her soft breast, gently kneading it. She moaned involuntarily, her small hands gripping his broad shoulders.

Unable to hold back any longer, William thrust into her, aided by the natural lubrication.

His thick member plunged deep into Victoria, reaching her core.

He hadn't expected her to climax so quickly, her body convulsing around him.

She was so sensitive today.

William held her close, their bodies tightly joined. Before he could move, Victoria's hips began to grind, urging him to thrust inside her.

Driven to the brink, William gripped her hips, matching her movements with deep, powerful thrusts.

Victoria's moans filled the confined space, her breath coming in gasps as she clung to him, drawing endless pleasure from their union.

The car was too cramped, and William worried she might get hurt from their intense activity. He tried to control his strength, veins bulging in his arms, sweat forming on his forehead.

Fluids flowed from her, wetting their joined bodies, the rhythmic sound of their flesh meeting echoing in the small space.

Victoria's body rose and fell, clinging to him, crying out in pleasure.

Tears of ecstasy streamed down her cheeks. William, breathing heavily, leaned in to kiss her, their lips and tongues entwining.

After two more climaxes, William finally released inside her, sighing in satisfaction as he held her close.

The car was filled with a heady atmosphere. Victoria had fallen asleep from exhaustion. William watched her for a while, then gently cleaned her up.

He wanted to dress her, but her dress was soaked with various fluids.

He had no choice but to cover her with his coat.

The car's heater was on, and she slept soundly, not even a frown on her face.

William looked at Victoria, feeling a surge of happiness. He couldn't resist kissing her lips lightly before starting the car and driving away.

The car came to a sudden stop.

Victoria, sleeping in the reclined passenger seat, lost her balance and almost fell forward. A strong hand quickly reached out, steadying her and setting her upright.

Victoria groggily opened her eyes, confusion evident in her gaze. "Where are we?"

"My office," William replied curtly, stepping out of the car first.

Victoria, still disoriented, realized they were at the Scott Group. How did she end up here?

She hurriedly got out, her head still spinning, the alcohol not fully worn off, and her clothes not properly worn.

Victoria thought it might be her imagination.

"Thanks for earlier. I won't bother you at work. I'll just call a cab home," she said.

William's eyes swept over her, a hint of amusement in his gaze. "How are you going to get home? Wearing my coat? Sure, I don't mind. Let's see how you explain it."

Clothes?

Victoria instinctively looked down and realized she was wearing William's coat! He was only in a thin suit jacket, standing tall in the cold wind.

Then she realized something else, hurriedly peeking inside the coat. Her cheeks flushed red-she was only in her underwear!

Victoria quickly pulled the coat tighter, her voice rising. "What happened?"

William's expression was slightly awkward. "You threw up all over yourself."

Victoria's head was foggy, her memory patchy. "Who helped me change?"

William feigned ignorance, quickly walking past her to the company entrance. "Do you want to come in?"

Victoria was in a tough spot, feeling extremely awkward. "I can go buy some clothes nearby."

William took a deep breath, seemingly suppressing something. He strode over, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards the building.

"William! Let go!"

It wasn't quitting time yet, and Victoria knew struggling would draw attention and possibly lead to rumors. She had to endure, trying to keep some distance, but her feet followed him involuntarily.

The more cautious she was, the darker William's expression became.

They entered the elevator, the air thick with awkwardness.

William spoke first. "I'll have someone bring clothes. You can wait in my office."

"No need. I can wait in the conference room."

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile in his eyes. "If you're innocent, why hide our relationship? Unless you're guilty, have you always had feelings for me?"

"You're overthinking it." Victoria turned away. She could stay calm with anyone but him.

After a moment, he asked, "Has Alice given you trouble?"

"No!" Victoria's denial was quick and unconvincing.

Alice was ruthless, willing to do anything to achieve her goals. Victoria had seen it firsthand at the bar, where Alice had framed her for drug dealing. What wouldn't she do?

William said no more. When the elevator doors opened, he walked out.

Victoria followed, still wearing his coat, her head low.

William glanced at her, mocking. "Victoria, are you feeling guilty?"

She snapped back, "Why would I be guilty?"

"Then hold your head up. Even if something happened between us, it's nothing to be ashamed of. No need to carry such a heavy burden. Everyone's busy; no one will watch your every move."

Victoria was taken aback, staring at William's back.

But somehow, she straightened her spine and lifted her head.

He was right. Fear came from guilt. What did she have to be guilty about?

William's office was spacious and stylish, with a minimalist yet tasteful design. Victoria sat obediently on the sofa, waiting.

His new secretary, a man, came in to report. Then managers followed, either getting scolded or receiving instructions.

William's new secretary replaced Lyanna, who had left after Alice publicly humiliated her.

Victoria remembered six months ago, she was one of those getting scolded.