Free Web NovelChapter 151: Chapter 151: Just Say We Slept Together
BUZZ—BUZZ—BUZZ—
A phone, muffled by clothes on the floor, wouldn’t stop vibrating.
Damien Vaughn, still slick with sweat, glanced down at Cecelia Archer beside him. Her face was flushed, and she was sound asleep. He quietly slipped out of bed.
He fished it out. Gwen Morgan was calling. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
’She’s probably wondering why I haven’t come back yet,’ he thought.
Damien Vaughn couldn’t be bothered to answer her. Besides, where he went was none of her business. He declined the call.
After ending the call, he unlocked the screen and saw it wasn’t just Gwen Morgan who had called several times; his mother had, too.
Damien Vaughn didn’t want to deal with either of them. Worried they might call back and disturb Cecelia Archer’s rest, he turned off his phone.
Glancing back at Cecelia Archer one more time, he placed the phone gently on the nightstand and went to the bathroom.
He turned on the shower, and Damien Vaughn began to wash.
He didn’t expect that, midway through his shower, he would hear the voices of Brandon Jacobs and Wyatt Wynn.
’Cecelia Archer is still in bed, and she’s naked!’
He hastily grabbed a towel, wrapped it around himself, and stepped out. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
But it was too late. Brandon Jacobs and Wyatt Wynn were already in the room.
"Where could he have run off to? Don’t tell me he went home to sleep? Damn it, he just bailed on us halfway through the night, leaving us in a real bind. He’s not answering his phone, either. If Auntie flips out later, I can’t even... AHH!"
The two of them saw the clothes strewn all over the floor. Then, they looked at the bed and saw Cecelia Archer nestled under the covers—in Brandon Jacobs’s bed.
Brandon Jacobs was so startled he threw his arms around Wyatt Wynn.
"This has nothing to do with me! You’re my witness, she got into my bed all by herself! How... how the hell did she know the code to my office?"
Just as he was shouting, Damien Vaughn walked out.
Seeing him dripping wet, his upper body bare, his well-defined eight-pack abs on full display, the two men froze for a second before the realization hit them.
"Holy crap. No wonder Cecelia Archer knew my office code. It was you! You two were..."
’Why is a grown man shouting like this? So annoying.’
Damien Vaughn walked over and kicked Brandon Jacobs in the shin.
"What are you yelling about? Don’t wake her. Why are you two here?"
The scene was... a little too much to take in. Wyatt Wynn covered Brandon Jacobs’s eyes and steered him out of the room.
"Go, go, go. Let’s talk outside."
Once the three of them were outside, Wyatt Wynn spoke up.
"Vaughn, you just take off in the middle of everything, don’t come back, don’t answer your phone... Don’t you ever stop to think how worried Auntie would be? She insisted we come find you. Given the... situation, what are we supposed to tell her when we go back?"
Damien Vaughn ran a hand through his damp hair, glancing at them with an air of nonchalance.
"What’s the big deal? It’s not like I was going to get kidnapped. There’s nothing tricky about it. Just say I went to bed."
"..."
Brandon Jacobs was speechless for a moment. "Then what about Cecelia Archer?"
"I get it now. The only reason Auntie arranged this get-together was to set you up with Gwen Morgan. She can’t stand Cecelia Archer, and here you two are, right under her nose... I’m not saying anything. If you want her to know, you tell her yourself."
Wyatt Wynn also waved his hands dismissively. "I don’t dare say it either. You be the one to tell her."
Damien Vaughn’s expression didn’t change. "If you don’t have the guts, then go mind your own business. Don’t worry about it. I’m staying here tonight. Jacobs, I didn’t complain about your bed being dirty, so I assume you don’t have a problem with me using it?"
Brandon Jacobs certainly wouldn’t dare complain, but with Damien refusing to go explain himself, Mrs. Vaughn was still waiting in the private room.
With no other choice, Brandon Jacobs and Wyatt Wynn returned to the private room.
When they told her he was drunk and had gone to sleep in Brandon Jacobs’s office, Mrs. Vaughn got up to go find him, but Brandon Jacobs hurriedly blocked her path.
"Auntie, Damien really had too much to drink. He’s already asleep. Nothing’s wrong, so please don’t worry about it. I’ll look after him tonight, you can rest easy."
Mrs. Vaughn glared at Brandon Jacobs, furious.
"Don’t you try and fool me! He’s definitely with Cecelia Archer! Are they sleeping together over at your place? How shameless! Seducing my son right under my nose. Is she deliberately trying to anger me to death? Move! I refuse to believe I can’t handle this little vixen!"
She was so furious, how could Brandon Jacobs dare to let her pass? He stood his ground, blocking her way.
"Auntie, you know Damien’s temper. Why insist on clashing with him? It’s rare for him to find someone he actually likes. You’re usually so open-minded, why can’t you try to understand him on this?"
’Rare for him to find someone he likes? Ridiculous!’
"You call that ’liking’ someone? He could like anyone, but he has to pick a scheming vixen who’s good for nothing but playing games? That woman is obviously after the Vaughn family fortune, and you call that love? Nobody stop me! He’s been completely bewitched and can’t see straight, but I’m his mother, and I can’t just ignore it! I’m settling the score with her tonight, no matter what!"
Seeing that Mrs. Vaughn’s anger was about to boil over, Wyatt Wynn had no choice but to ask Gwen Morgan for help.
"Quick, try to calm Auntie down. Damien is really drunk. His temper’s bad enough on a good day, but fueled by alcohol, there’s no telling what he might do. We can’t just stand by and watch mother and son have a huge fight, can we? Just persuade Auntie to go home for now. Once he’s sober tomorrow, everything will be easier to sort out!"
Gwen Morgan didn’t want to see mother and son turn against each other, either. She went over and whispered a few words of persuasion in Mrs. Vaughn’s ear, and Mrs. Vaughn finally managed to suppress her anger.
"If only I’d known that vixen was so brazen, that she was deliberately setting a trap for me... And you all! What’s the point of having friends like you? You’re no help at all—in fact, you just make things worse!"
She stormed out of the clubhouse.
Back in the car, she was still cursing. "Scheming bitch! How dare she plot against me? Just wait and see how I deal with her tomorrow. Gwen, dear, don’t you be upset. Auntie will make sure you get justice."
Gwen Morgan also hadn’t expected Cecelia Archer to be so brazen, or that Damien Vaughn would just let her seduce him, allowing them to do something so disgusting in public.
Her heart ached, and she felt deeply humiliated. She looked at Mrs. Vaughn with a pitiful expression and said,
"Maybe we should just forget it, Auntie. I don’t want to compete with her for him anymore. The way Damien is acting... it truly hurts my heart. I have my pride, you know..."
’How could that be an option?’
Seeing her ready to give up, Mrs. Vaughn was so angry her hair could have stood on end.
"How can you retreat so easily? That vixen knows this is your weakness, that’s why she deliberately did it in front of you! If you really give up, you’ll be falling right into her trap! Is there any way you aren’t better than her? Are you really willing to lose to her just like this?"
"Don’t worry. As long as I’m alive, she can scheme to the high heavens, but she will never set foot in the Vaughn family’s home! I’ve made up my mind, I will see this through for you!"
After her indignant tirade, her voice softened as she tried to persuade Gwen Morgan.
"Gwen, dear, I’m not trying to criticize you, but you need to put a little more effort into Damien. Didn’t I tell you to go work at his company? Why haven’t you gone yet? Go tomorrow. Once you two are spending every day together, what chance will that vixen have?"
「The next day.」
Cecelia Archer didn’t wake up until after ten in the morning.
She had drunk too much the night before, and Damien Vaughn had pulled her into several exhausting rounds of passion. Her body felt like it was about to fall apart; when she opened her eyes, everything ached.
She sat up in bed with immense difficulty and looked around. ’Where am I? Why does this place look so unfamiliar? Where are my clothes?’
