Renee was startled by his expression, and involuntarily stopped, "...Adam, I just think you don't look right. What's wrong with you?"
"I'm fine. Don't come over!" Adam Sinclair gritted his teeth, holding himself up, his fingers gripping the edge of the table, his whole body tense with veins popping, struggling to endure.
There's something wrong with the wine!
He could feel a fierce burning in his abdomen, and his strength was being drained as the fiery sensation spread through his body.
Hot.
Not just hot.
His whole body was in discomfort.
Wanted to take off clothes, wanted... a woman!
Adam clenched his teeth tightly, knowing he couldn't stay there any longer. If he stayed, something would definitely happen! He stumbled, trying to support himself as he walked out, using his last bit of conscious reasoning to find the number for Baron Lawrence on his phone and pressed it.
The "buzz buzz..." of the phone rang out.
