One Night Mystery Affair

ners, Nathan and Eric, a half-empty bottle of whiskey between them. The air smelled of expensive cologne and cigar smoke, but despite the lively atmosphere, W

reached out toward her, but before he could make contact, Wyatt grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the nearest wall. "Shut the hell up," Wyatt growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Do not talk to her like that." Eric choked out a nervous laugh. "Dude, relax. You're wasted." Wyatt's grip tightened before finally shoving him back. His jaw was clenched as he turned to Riley. "Let's go." As they walked away, Nathan scoffed. "You just lost yourself a fucking deal, Wyatt." Without missing a beat, Wyatt threw a glance over his shoulder. "Yeah? Well, I don't do business with fucktards anyway." As they reached the car, Wyatt swayed slightly before sliding into the passenger seat, his movements sluggish from the alcohol. Riley sighed, shutting the door before walking around to the driver's side. She glanced at him as she settled in. "Mr. Wyatt, seatbelt, please." Wyatt simply grinned at her, his deep blue eyes hooded with intoxication. He made no effort to move. Riley huffed. "Of course," she muttered under her breath, leaning in to secure his seatbelt for him. Just as she reached over, Wyatt suddenly turned his head, his face mere inches from hers. Before she could react, he tilted forward, trying to kiss her. For a split second, she was frozen, locked in his intoxicating gaze. The warmth of his breath ghosted against her lips, and her heart skipped a beat. But then, reality snapped back into place. She quickly pulled away and clicked his seatbelt into place. "You're drunk, Mr. Wyatt," she muttered, shaking her head as she started the car. The drive to his mansion was quiet, save for Wyatt's occasional drunken murmurs. Upon arrival, Riley sighed, realizing she had no choice but to help him inside. "Mr. Wyatt, you need to work with me here," Riley grunted as she struggled to keep him upright, his arm slung lazily over her shoulders. His weight made it difficult for her to keep her balance, but she pushed forward, aiming for the couch in the dimly lit living room. Unbeknownst to Riley, Ivy had just started descending the grand staircase. As soon as she spotted Riley holding up Wyatt, her breath hitched. Riley? Panic surged through Ivy's veins, but she quickly ducked into the shadows, choosing to observe instead of revealing herself. With a final push, Riley managed to lower Wyatt onto the couch, exhaling in exhaustion. She was about to step away when his hand shot up, cupping her face with a gentleness that took her by surprise. His thumb brushed lightly against her cheek, his touch warm. "It's you," he murmured, his voice filled with something unspoken and intense, someth