Inside the elevator, Waylen pressed Rena against the wall, cupping her chin and kissing her.

Rena attempted to evade his advances, but he swiftly blocked her movements.

Her body weakened under his touch.

Seeing this, Waylen chuckled softly.

After the passionate kiss, both of them were breathless, with Rena's delicate forehead displaying prominent blue veins.

He tenderly caressed her eyebrows, suddenly furrowing his own.

He remembered how Rena had seemed slightly aroused in Tyrone's embrace at the club earlier.

Feeling a twinge of discomfort, Waylen pressed his forehead against

Rena's and questioned, his voice husky, "If I hadn't taken you away, would you have really called Tyrone honey?"

Rena gazed at Waylen, her eyes filled with confusion, taking her time to comprehend his words.

She knew she couldn't escape his grasp that night and decided to toy with him.

Wrapping her arms around Waylen, she leaned against his neck and whispered delicately, “Yes, I would have.”

Waylen's body tensed slightly, caught off guard by Rena's response.

She released her hold on him and leaned against the elevator wall.

"If

I'm not calling him honey, should I call you honey instead?"

It was an obvious provocation, yet it ignited something within him.

Many women desired him, but he rarely showed interest.

Rena, however, was different from any of them. They had had a lot of passionate moments together.

But every time she Looked at him with moist eyes, he couldn't stand it.

Elvira, despite her beauty, never stirred such desires within Waylen.

There were complications between them, and Waylen had never fantasized about her body or felt any impulse.