All too late for his love

Duncan being Moses's grandson? Well, that was just downright implausible. Moses hadn't even hit 70 yet, and Duncan had to be pushing 50. There was just no way Moses could have a grandson that old.

Besides, Moses said his grandson grew up with him. Now, Moses was a real gentleman. No chance he could have raised someone as offbeat as Duncan.

"Duncan, what in tamation are you doing here?" Willow demanded, eyeing Duncan with suspicion.

She rose from her seat, intending to leave the private room. But Duncan swiftly locked the door from the inside.

Seeing Duncan's actions, Willow's nerves instantly went on high alert. Honestly, Willow would've preferred a casual diner for a blind date. But Moses had insisted on Gourmet Haven, a fancy joint with nothing but private rooms Trusting Moses, she hadn't thought much of it. But she sure as heck didn't expect Duncan to show up.

"Willow, I'm here for our date, sweetheart!" Duncan's voice oozed with desire as he closed in on Willow.

his arms outstretched. "Willow, I never figured we'd cross paths again. But here we are, sharing this moment on a blind date."

"Duncan, I'm not going on a date with you!" Willow bolted toward the door, her hand gripping the handle tightly.

But Duncan was a step ahead. He snatched her wrist and forcefully pushed her aside, blocking her escape.

"Willow, feeling a bit toasty, aren't you?" Duncan's narrowed eyes held a sinister gleam as he addressed her.

Willow braced herself against the wall, realizing only now the heat creeping up on her. Despite the room's cool air and her light clothing, sweat trickled down her brow.

It hit her like a ton of bricks: the water she'd sipped had been tampered with. Fury boiled inside Willow.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

She couldn't believe Duncan would stoop so low.

Who would've thought that a simple drink at a fancy restaurant could be spiked? "Duncan, get the hell away from me!"

Seeing Duncan reach for her arm, Willow forcefully shoved him away and continued toward the door. But Duncan calmly stood in her path.

"Willow, besides feeling hot, are you noticing anything else?"

Willow balled her fists, feeling a wave of weakness crashing over her. "Duncan, you scumbag!"

She pushed with all her might, determined to break free. She had to ve get out, dr this night would be a total

disaster.

"Scumbag? Willow, you're calling me bad!

Yeah right! Willow fought the urge to gag. Into him? Should she be into his receding hairline or his beer

gut? Or maybe that greasy smirk of his?

Those were enough to give her nightmares!