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1,178,916	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1179551}'	Yes	2024-04-12 19:14	active	505	731543762520778	🔥🔥Click to read the next chapter for free👉	KATE Lisa pinched my arm and tilted her head towards the tall, muscular guy who had just came into the bar. "You didn't go out with Mitchel last night? You're quick," I teased her, raising an eyebrow. "Five minutes, that's all I have to say in my defense," she laughed, and I joined in. We were getting drunk at some random bar in Manhattan, celebrating the end of classes. Earlier, we had taken the final test, which would select one student from my class to join one of the country's biggest companies, Ryan Enterprises. It's the first time Ryan has offered a program in partnership with our university. Although Columbia had partnerships with several other important companies in the market, this position offers the opportunity to work directly with the CEO. It would be amazing, not only because of the possibility of using this experience to build our final project, which we would have to present but also because I couldn't imagine a better way to start my career. For me, it represents an important step toward the future. The results will be out in a week. When I mentioned we were getting drunk, I forgot to mention that my friends were more so than me. "Where are we celebrating tonight?" Brad asked, raising his glass with a loose smile, then taking another sip of his beer. We had barely arrived, and he was already drunk. How did he still manage to surprise me? "Yes! Where are we going, after all?" Lisa drummed her fingers on the bar counter, displaying her usual impatience. "Edge club?" Sarah suggested excitedly, letting out a squeal. Was she already drunk too? She used to be the most reserved, even worse than me when it came to socializing. "I think that's a great idea," Matt agreed. "The place is always crowded." He winked at Brad. "Great!" Brad concurred. They turned to me, awaiting confirmation. "Kate?" Lisa gave me that look. "Sure, it's fine by me. Actually, I'm so tired after all the stress from the test that..." "No. Absolutely not. Don't you dare. Even Sarah is excited." She scowled at me, while Sarah narrowed her eyes at her, indignant. "Don't worry, guys, I'll take care of her. Let's meet at ten in front of the nightclub. Don't be late." She warned. After saying our goodbyes, she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the bar, towards her car. We got in, and Lisa stared at me, narrowing her eyes. I sighed, showing my best-tired face. I was truly exhausted after spending the last few weeks studying like crazy. "Don't even think about it, Collins! We both know you've spent the past few weeks cooped up at home studying for this test and how hard you've worked, okay? But now that it's over, you're going out and having fun." "Fine, Lisa." I gave up because I knew it was useless to argue with her. It was always a lost battle. I dozed off during the short ride back to the apartment I shared with Lisa. We had been living together for about two and a half years. I moved into her apartment shortly after starting at the university. She sort of invited me, mostly because when I say you can't say no to Lisa, it's absolutely true. So, since I was paying a somewhat exorbitant rent, I accepted. Lisa became my best friend; I had never had one before I met her. She made me feel less lost and alone in a strange city since I moved to New York three and a half years ago. I had never been out of Texas, so it was quite a change. But I couldn't imagine a better place than New York to start a promising career. When we arrived home, Lisa went to her room, and I knew she wouldn't come out for another two or three hours after she finished getting ready. I went to the fridge and looked for something to eat. I grabbed an apple and a bottle of water and collapsed on the couch in front of the TV, ready to watch any mindless program that was on. Was my life always boring, or was it getting worse now? Maybe it was just my paranoia, thinking that I was the only twenty-one-year-old woman who had never had a real relationship. It doesn't matter, Kate. Dating isn't important. I had already mentalized this mantra and absorbed it. I always thought relationships weren't for me, or that I would never find someone who made me want to be in one. Maybe I had too high expectations, and maybe it was the fault of the romances I read to pass the time and escape a bit from reality. * "Kate!" I opened my eyes, finding Lisa with an annoyed expression. "What?" I blinked, adjusting myself on the couch. "What do you mean, 'what'? You were supposed to be ready, but you were sleeping. It's almost nine!" I chuckled, and she widened her eyes at me but stopped when she furrowed her brow. Then she grabbed me by the arm and led me to my room. "I hope you're fast." "Yes, ma'am," I saluted, mocking her. An hour later, I walked out of my room. Freshly showered, wearing a slightly tight black dress, but still able to breathe. I laughed to myself. Lisa appeared in the living room shortly after. "You see, not all women need five or six hours to get ready," I said. She was wearing a short red dress with thin straps that fit her perfectly, matching her dark hair, her smile, and her pair of black eyes. She also had her hair in a ponytail and silver heels. "You look beautiful," I approached her, standing in front of her. "So do you. But... you need to know when to stop being so basic, Kate," she analyzed me and took out a lipstick from her purse, an extremely red lipstick. "Put it on," she asaked, and I rolled my eyes at her, but once again, I knew I had no choice. "It'll match your eyes." "Okay," I surrendered. It's not that I didn't like makeup, designer clothes, fancy lingerie, and expensive shoes—I actually loved them—but lately, my enthusiasm had disappeared. Chapter 2 KATE We arrived at the club around ten thirty, Brad and Matt were waiting outside, but Sarah wasn't with them. Matt mentioned that she had sent a message saying there was an unforeseen circumstance, and she couldn't make it. I was curious and worried, not knowing what had happened. I tried to convince Lisa and the guys that we should go back home, but it was useless. We got into the club, and it didn't take long for me to feel out of place. It had been a while since I had been in a place like this. I think I spent most of my time buried in books, and the university had taken up most of my time in recent years. The club was packed, and the music was deafening. Some people were dancing on the dance floor like crazy. I watched the guys head towards the bar. "Shall we dance?" Lisa pleaded, holding my hands. "Maybe later," I indicated the bar, letting her know I would be there. I definitely won't embarrass myself. I think I can only dance without looking ridiculous after a few drinks, or maybe I still look ridiculous but just don't care. "Have fun!" I walked toward the bar amid the crowd of bodies. I leaned against the counter and called the bartender after losing sight of the guys. I asked a whiskey, planning to have just one drink to endure the torture. I had the feeling the guy was looking at me strangely. I looked at myself, trying to find the mistake. When he served me the whiskey and flashed a nice smile, I understood. He was flirting. Do people still do that? Of course, they do, Kate. Normal people go out at night and flirt. He moved away to serve other customers, and I discreetly observed him. Black hair and a well-groomed beard. He was handsome, but not my type. Wait, do I have a type? I don't think so. I sat on one of the stools near the counter and turned to see Lisa on the dance floor, she seemed to be having a great time dancing. I smiled and waved at her. In the next ten minutes, a couple of guys, almost drunk, sat on the chair next to me making small talk, but I ignored them. I wished I could go home and finish watching my TV series. Glancing to my right, I noticed a guy sitting at the end of the counter. I couldn't see him fully because of the lights, but I could feel his gaze on me, and it made me uncomfortable. I became strangely curious to see his face. He lifted his glass, greeting me, and I stopped staring at him. Seconds later, I saw him stand up and walk toward me. It was impossible not to look; he was extremely tall, the kind that made me feel like a dwarf even though I was five foot seven. His shoulders were broad, and he wore black jeans that fit him well. The gray long-sleeved shirt accentuated the muscles of his broad body and arms. Everything about him seemed so charming. I blinked several times, averting my gaze when I realized I had been staring at him for too long. When he sat on the stool next to me, I finished the rest of my whiskey, wanting to escape, while he signaled for the bartender. "Whiskey," he said, and I could feel his gaze on me. "You either don't like to drink, or you're avoiding getting drunk to be able to take your friend home," he gestured toward the dance floor. I didn't respond because all the words seemed to have vanished from my mind at that moment. It was one of those moments where your mind goes blank. "Are you going to keep playing your game and ignore me too?" It was strange to know that he was smiling even without looking at him. I swallowed hard, bringing my mind back from wherever it was. "Did you notice that while you were checking me out?" I replied without looking at him, rolling my eyes and feeling proud of myself for being so bold. I took another sip of the whiskey in my glass. "Admiring," he corrected. "You're the most interesting thing I've found around here." "I almost forgot that I'm on a store shelf." How could he say something so foolish? Does this actually work with women? "Are you always this receptive?" Only with idiots like you. I felt his fingers brushing against my ear as he tucked a strand of my hair back. My body froze, and his fingers trailed down, grazing my neck. I swallowed hard, feeling a shiver. That was so audacious. Why didn't I push him away? Maybe if I ignore him, he'll go away. But he didn't. On the contrary, he moved closer, leaning towards me. My heart raced in response. "Your skin is so soft..." he whispered. "I wonder if your mouth are too." His deep voice, unlike anything I had ever heard, sent slight shivers down my spine. I moistened my mouth with my tongue and involuntarily bit my lower mouth. He was making me feel strange things. Maybe it was the wine, making me say bold things and imagine as well. The bartender returned with a new bottle and poured the whiskey. He picked up the glass, and I felt his breath on my neck. Why wasn't I pushing him away? "I'm imagining what I would do if I had you in my bed," he said. I almost choked on my own saliva. This was much more than flirting. It was making me flustered, and more. I took a deep breath, gathering the courage to look at him, intending to tell him to go take a hike, but after staring at his face, the words disappeared again. He had the most seductive blue eyes I had ever seen, a well-defined jawline, almost golden blond hair, perfectly shaped full mouth, and the most incredible smile with perfect teeth and those dimples. What was I going to say again? Did I say I didn't have a type? Chapter 3 KATE "What is your name, beautiful?" He was intimidating. My thoughts were in disarray, and a warning signal sounded in my head, my brain deciding that the best thing was to run away. I turned around, trying to spot Lisa. Maybe I'm just unaccustomed to that kind of environment, the people who frequent it, and how they are so direct with their indecent flirting. Aargh. Indecent flirting? Seriously, Kate? What era are you living in? "Your friend must be having fun somewhere with the guy she was dancing with. Can you give me some attention?" "Are you some kind of stalker?" I asked without looking at him, trying to make things easier for myself. "What?" Suddenly, my question seemed completely foolish. How embarrassing. I looked at him, and he was still smiling. So charming. There was something about him that stirred me in a crazy way. I promise never to drink again. "Like stalking me," I tried to explain after realizing I had been staring at him for too long. "At some point, while admiring you, I noticed you were smiling too much for someone. I was glad to see you were just a friend." "Didn't it cross your mind that she could be something else?" "If she were your girlfriend, wouldn't you have stopped her from going to the restroom with a guy?" "Kate, let's go!" Lisa appeared abruptly, taking my hand and pulling me toward the dance floor. I was dragged away by the Lisa hurricane, with no choice. On the dance floor, I saw him raise his glass to me again. Lisa was dancing by my side. Holding my hands, she encouraged me to move. Don't embarrass me, Lisa. Especially with him watching me. He was intriguing, an idiot, but intriguing, and he could add many things to the list of what he is. At some point, I gave in and started moving, imagining that he was still watching me. I started laughing by myself, imagining how ridiculous I must look, but I had fun, letting the rhythm of the music guide my movements. Minutes later, as we were walking back to the bar, I lost sight of him. He disappeared. Maybe I felt a little frustrated. Just, maybe. As for Lisa, she was now talking to a guy she had met earlier. "Kate?" "What?" "Let's go to the bathroom." I nodded. She took my hand and pulled me again, towards the back of the bar. "He's hot, don't you think?" "Yeah, interesting. Alright, I'll wait for you here in the hallway. It's a bit crowded," I said, letting go of her hand. I was feeling a bit dizzy from the lights, the loud music, and, of course, the drinks. I ended up leaning against a corner, taking a deep breath to ward off the nausea. "So, it's Kate, right?" I turned toward the voice, bumping into him. Seeing his face relieved me, and I think I gave him a smile that was too wide. But he returned it. "Are you going to keep ignoring me?" Why did he always seem to speak in such a charming manner? "No, if you're lucky." "I don't believe in luck," he smiled arrogantly. No. He had arrogant energy. "Oh really? And what do you believe in?" I raised an eyebrow. "Power, control," he said with palpable lust. I laughed, probably because I had drunk more than I should have. I had no idea if my thoughts still made any sense. But I wasn't shy anymore. "Well... I believe in things like freedom, will, independence..." He interrupted me, grabbing my hand and pulling me into a darker corner. Did everyone decide to drag me around today? "What are you doing?" I asked before he could press me against the wall. His massive body followed, as he gripped my body and pressed himself against me, leaving me breathless. Wow! A little attitude, and I could feel other things too, it was a bit too much attitude. I placed my hands on his massive body to prevent him from getting even closer. I struggled to breathe as he rubbed against me, making me feel how hard he was. "It doesn't work that way with me..." he whispered, staring at me with a dark gaze. And before I could say anything, he kissed me. His mouth covered mine, soft, firm, and full of confidence. His tongue opened its way, exploring my mouth, becoming rough and hot, wanting more. Making me want more, so much more. He bite my mouth and then stopped, causing me to open my eyes and breathe again. I was a little dazed. It felt so good. "Come with me," he whispered. What? Go where? "No," I said, realizing it didn't matter. He took a deep breath before tilting his head and kissing my neck, making me lose my train of thought. I felt the heat rise between my legs. "I know you want to," he whispered. Heavens! He's so presumptuous and full of himself, and why is that attractive? "No," I lied, relishing the touch of his mouth on my skin. "Don't lie to me. Why not?" He stepped back, not giving me much space. For a moment, he seemed as dazed as I felt. I tried to articulate a response. "It doesn't work that way... I don't even know your name yet." "Nathan. Can we go now?" I laughed and managed to push him away using some force. "No, Nathan." "Why not?" "I have my reasons." "And I have more for you to come with me," he bit his lip and tried to get closer again. I extended my arm between us before I couldn't resist. "I advise you not to waste your time." I went around his body, leaving the space between him and the wall. "Is this some kind of game?" he asked, turning to face me. "Huh?" "What you're doing." "What am I doing?" He gave an almost smile and licked his mouth before continuing. "Playing hard to get." He came closer. "Dancing for me. Teasing me. Getting me hard and saying no," he said with a mischievous look. He was being so direct, and it affected me. I could feel desire pulsating between my legs. I took a deep breath, searching for my reason. Chapter 4 KATE "Do you think I danced for you?" "We both know it was for me." "Okay, I'll let you think that. I don't want to hurt your ego. But I have to go." Running away seemed like the only option before I did something foolish. "Are you serious?" "Yes." "Is there really no way to convince you to come with me?" Leave, Kate, before you change your mind. You know you want to. "No." "I don't understand." He looked at me, appearing confused. "I want." Those words shouldn't have escaped my mind. "Forget it. It's just that I don't usually do this. So it's a shame." Stop! You're starting to embarrass yourself, Collins. "Are you saying you don't usually sleep with someone you just met?" His expression was pure amusement. "More or less." "I like that." I wanted to wipe that smug smile off his face. "Like what?" "Knowing that you don't usually sleep with just any guy you meet. But I'm not just any guy." "You seem like the type of guy who sleeps with a different woman every night." He blinked a few times. "No, not every night." He tried to contain a smile. The almost smile vanished when he noticed my expression of disdain. "I think you should find someone with similar habits to yours. There must be plenty here." "I don't want anyone but you." "Really? I think you can live without me." I scoffed. "I need to go." He had already convinced me that he was a bad guy, and Lisa must be looking for me. "So, that's it?" he asked disbelievingly as I walked away, looking a bit annoyed. "Yes. Goodbye, Nathan." "Don't be so dramatic." My subconscious was going to disturb me for the rest of my life. I was sure of it. I tried to list the reasons why not to go, one... My brain failed with an image of him naked. I laughed to myself. Why does wine do that to people? I found Lisa at the bar. "Where were you? With someone around?" She asked, laughing because she knew it was nearly impossible for me to do something like that, but her expression quickly changed when she noticed my frustrated face. "Almost," I said in a melancholic tone. Am I really conflicted between the desires of my subconscious mixed with wine and my conscience? I think so. "What do you mean, 'almost'?" "I met a guy..." Who turned me on. "And I liked him." Omitting the excitement part seemed safer. "And?" "He wanted me to go home with him." "And why aren't you eatting him now?" "Because I just met him?" "And?" "You know me. I... I don't know." It would be much easier if I had already had some bed games with someone. But Lisa didn't know that. I never had the courage to tell her, someone who has always been so open. And I definitely didn't want her to try to help me. In fact, I understand all the theory, and mechanics of the thing. I've done a few things. But that guy... I really didn't want to embarrass myself in front of him. "Oh, God! Are you seriously thinking it's wrong to be with him just because you just met him?" I guess I wouldn't mind if he wasn't so intimidating, but that also bothered me, even if just a little. She sighed. "People do it, Kate. So stop caring about such old-fashioned concepts. You're so smart and determined, but when it comes to your love life , you seem to run away." Either I'm under the influence of whiskey, or she's right. It's more likely that I'm drunk. "I guess you need to start changing your concepts about body games and fun." "You mean concepts about having game with a stranger. Maybe... Just maybe, you are right." "I am! And if you don't mind, I met someone amazing who's going to take me home. And I don't care that I just met him. In fact, that makes the experience even more exciting." She smiled. "Stop torturing me." "You don't mind if I go, do you?" "Of course not. Are you going to our apartment?" "Yes." "That means I shouldn't come back until tomorrow, right?" "Well, only if you mind the noises." "Oh, God! Have fun!" "I will." She turned to leave but turned back to me again. "It's still early. There must be some nice guy out there. Try to have fun!" "I'll try!" She smiled tenderly and winked before heading towards the exit and disappearing with her companion. Her idea of fun, sleeping with a stranger, didn't sound so bad. Maybe that's what I need, these kinds of experiences in my life. Maybe I should change, or maybe I'm just drunk. I don't care about first time thing, I don't know why I haven't had bed game with anyone yet, but I don't want to seem inexperienced with a guy like that. What is happening to me? I don't usually have this kind of thought. It must be the wine. What am I going to do? I can't go home now. Maybe I should look for Matt and Brad. Terrible idea. They're probably with someone. Everyone here has a sey life except me? Yes. Maybe I should call Sarah or another colleague, but I need to go to the bathroom first. That's the annoying part about wine. I left the bathroom and was about to send a message to Sarah when I heard the familiar voice. I followed the sound, turning into the hallway. There he was, on his back. Something inside me stirred when I saw him, my heart raced, and excitement surged through my body just at the thought of what I was about to do. I watched him as he talked to someone on his cell phone, he looked upset. I approached, trying to listen better. "No. I'm not going to discuss it now." Was he angry? "That's none of your business... I never get kicked, you idiot... Things are always under my control." He hung up and put away his phone. Sighing, he ran his hands through his hair, trying to relieve his irritation. "Tonight they are not..." he said to himself, then turned toward me, and started to walk. I hid, listening to his footsteps, until he passed me. "What things aren't under your control tonight?" I gave my best smile, leaning against the wall. He came closer with a dark and hungry expression, so close, his hands reached for my face, and he pressed his body against mine. His mouth took mine eagerly, a little rudely. His tongue left me breathless. "If you don't come with me, I'm going to uck you right here," he whispered. I would love to understand how a stranger had just aroused me more than anyone else ever had. "Yes," I said, still breathless. He blinked, trying to comprehend, looking into my eyes. "What?" "I'll go with you." His mouth curved into that perfect smile. "What made you change your mind?" "You'll have to admit you got lucky, no power and control," I teased. "You are my luck." Chapter 5 KATE We left the club through the back, but I didn't ask Nathan why or how he managed to get us out. He opened the car door for me—a sleek black sports model, surely a recent release. Thanks to my father's work, I had good knowledge of cars. I was curious to know more about him, and he noticed my restlessness. Now, with the car's lighting, I could see his face better. "Are you okay?" he asked, offering me a shy smile, emphasizing his extremely defined chin. "Just curious," I replied. "About what?" He fastened his seatbelt, and I did the same. "About you." "What do you want to know?" "First, are you really about to drive? Then, if it's not too impolite, we can start with your age." He smiled as if I had said something funny. "What's so funny?" "Nothing. I'm just wondering if you also want me to introduce you to my parents afterward." "Do you want me to get out of the car?" I squinted my eyes at him, containing my laughter. "Sorry. I didn't drink much; I wouldn't be taking you to my place if I had, believe me. As for age, twenty-eight. And you... tell me you're not younger than eighteen?" "Fifteen. I guess you'll have problems with the police," I teased. "I suspected that." I joined him with a smile, realizing he seemed a little tipsy as well. "Can I continue my interrogation?" I asked. "Sure." "Do you live around here?" "Upper East Side." "Okay." Well, the guy must have money—more than enough to live in that place and have a car like this. "Are you done?" "I think so." "Did you really mean it when you said you don't usually do this?" "Do what?" "Go out with someone you just met." "Yes." "So, it's like it's your first time?" he asked in a sensual tone, a play on words that made my stomach flip. I swallowed hard. "Don't worry. I promise we'll have fun... You're safe. At least as long as I'm driving." His words teased me, making desire deliciously grow between my legs, but there was also fear. My conscience was screaming at me, calling me crazy for going out with a stranger, and he could certainly be a psychopath. Screw it! I won't let go of how he makes me feel. People do this. Lisa does this a lot. What could go wrong? No, don't start listing. We stopped at a hotel in Midtown East, not far from where I live. He went straight to the underground parking lot. I thought he said he lived on the Upper East Side. Parking in one of the spaces, he got out of the car and came around to open the door for me. "Thank you." He didn't hold my hand, and I almost thanked him for that, not knowing how I would react to his touch. The tension was driving me crazy. I followed him between the cars, maintaining a safe distance until we reached an elevator. He pressed the button for the top floor and stood facing me on the opposite side of the elevator. His gaze swept over my body, making me hold my breath during the elevator ride. My heart raced, and tension filled the air. I wondered how my legs were still supporting my weight. When the doors finally opened, he stepped out, taking my hand. His hand was so large—much bigger than mine. I wondered how it would feel to have his touch in other places. My nervousness increased with each passing second, causing a fluttering sensation in my stomach. "Come on. Don't make me wait any longer." His voice expressed urgency. We walked to the first door down the corridor. He took the keys out of his pocket and opened it. I come first and found myself in what shouldn't be an ordinary hotel room. It was a very luxurious suite. There was a large dining table in the corner and windows with a beautiful view. He grabbed my hand again, interrupting my analysis of the place, and we crossed the living room and a small hallway until we reached the bedroom. It was dark, with only the faint moonlight flowing through the windows, illuminating parts of the room. I gazed at the enormous bed in the center and a large glass window that opened in the middle, with beautiful white curtains that probably allowed a beautiful view of the city from the balcony. There were several other pieces of furniture, all carefully selected, I imagine. A second later, I found him with my eyes; he was taking off his shoes, sitting in a chair. He removed them quickly and stood up again. "Do you want something to drink?" Elegant and intimidating in all his movements. I thought while I followed him around the space. "No, thank you." Or maybe it would be a good idea? "You don't seem very comfortable," he said, approaching the window and opening it. A gentle breeze got into the room, hitting me and causing a delightful sensation. Before I realized it, he was already in front of me, with a hungry look that made me fear and shiver. His body was almost touching mine; I could smell his perfume, a scent, unlike anything I had ever experienced, completely intoxicating. "I can't take it anymore. I'm using all my self-control with you," he said, looking into my eyes. "What?" I asked, almost breathless, swallowing my saliva. Putting a strand of hair behind my ear, he brought his face close to my neck. "Relax... I have so many ideas..." His mouth brushed against my ear, sending a shiver down my legs. I wanted to kiss him, rip off his clothes, touch every part of him, and let him do whatever he wanted with me. I lost control, grabbing his neck and kissing his mouth urgently. He made me feel something unsettling. I slid my hands through his hair and pulled. He pressed me against his body. I felt his hard press against my belly. His large hands grabbed my body, squeezing them firmly, forcing me against his body. Making me moan. I felt desire burn between my legs like never before. He pulled away for a moment. "God..." he whispered before pushing my hair to one side and kissing my neck. His mouth glided, making me imagine his mouth in other places. I tilted my head to the side to give him more access. I felt his tongue and then a bite. Oh, yes. He found the zipper of my dress on my back and opened it slowly while kissing my neck and lightly biting my skin. Then he removed the sleeves one by one, sliding his mouth in a delightful way over my shoulder, making my skin tingle. He let the dress fall around my feet. I thanked myself for never stopping going to the gym in recent years. My body wasn't perfect, but at least everything seemed to be in place, except my reason at the moment. He got on his knees behind me, and I felt his warm breath on the back of my leg, where he placed a kiss. He helped me take off my shoes. Before getting up, he lightly bit my body and kissed my back. I was almost begging for more. I couldn't form any coherent thoughts anymore. My focus was on only one thing for the first time. On his body, on each touch, and us. His fingers slid over my belly and back, making me eager for a firmer touch. He found the fabric of my underwear. Pulling it very slowly, he removed it as if torturing me. I was about to beg. "You're so... beautiful," he whispered against my skin, kissing my body. He positioned himself in front of me again, slowly tracing the curves of my mountain peaks with his thumbs. "Tell me what you want," he caressed my face. I remained silent, the nervousness resurfacing. I wanted to tell him to do whatever he wanted, but my stomach churned as I realized the reality of the situation. "Are you nervous? I won't hurt you. Not much." He examined me with a wicked look. "Tell me what you want. Because then, I'll do whatever I want." Chapter 6 KATE Impatiently, he lifted me, placing my legs around his body effortlessly. I gazed into his large blue eyes, gripping his neck as he carried me to the bed. Laying me on the bed, he climbed on top of me, supporting himself with his arms to avoid crushing me due to his size. "Are you okay?" I couldn't form a word. I was trying to relax. I'm wondering if I should tell him or just let it happen. "Is something wrong?" My expression was surely giving me away. "I... " Would he find it strange? Of course, he would. I could just let him go on without telling him. But I had to say it. "You don't want to?" "I... I'm... It's my... I never..." Saying that felt so pathetic, no matter how I tried to say it. "Never?" He frowned. I closed my eyes, squeezing them tightly, wishing to disappear. Ten out of ten for embarrassing yourself, Katherine. My face must have been redder than a tomato. I tried to breathe. When I opened my eyes, he was looking at me with wide eyes. "No?" He shook his head, closing his eyes. "You must be kidding..." I mentally thanked, for him understanding and avoiding the need for me to say the embarrassing phrase. "Are you...?" I spoke too soon. "Pure girl." It was strange and ridiculous the way the word sounded. But somehow, saying it helped me relax. And the nervousness almost disappeared. He got up, running his hands through his face and hair. I sat on the bed. He smiled, nervously or incredulously. "Is this a joke?" "No." "I can't believe it. You should have told me!" His expression transformed from incredulous to angry and thoughtful. "Sorry. It didn't seem that important." I tried to downplay it. "Not important? Why didn't you tell me?" "I..." "Did you let me bring you here?" He was exaggerating. "You're a..." he said, trying to convince himself of the fact. I got up. "Don't you think you're overreacting?" "You should have told me... " "Am I too inexperienced for you?" I was afraid of his answer. It was obvious. "I can't do this." Was he rejecting me? "Why not?" "I'm not the kind of guy for you. Not for this." "Right. I didn't know there was an ideal type of guy for pure girl." I crossed my arms, rolling my eyes at him. "I mean..." He stared at my body and looked away before continuing as if the sight caused him pain. He moaned. "You should do this with a boyfriend or something... What I mean is that I can't offer you more... more than tonight." "I know what you want, and I'm here because I want it too." "I can't. Tell me to take you home." "Are you rejecting me?" "Please... I can barely hold back now." "You don't have to." I placed my hands on his broad shoulders and pushed him back onto the bed, making him sit on the edge, and I straddled him. "Don't do this." "Shhh. I know you want it. I can see it." I pressed my mouth against his, so soft and delicious. "I just want to feel you, that's all," I whispered in his ear. My hands reached for his pants, and I got his warm. "This is a terrible idea." I ignored him and took off his shirt slowly, over his head. He was big, with well-defined and firm muscles; he must have spent a lot of time exercising. I kissed his mouth, moving down to his chin and neck. His skin was warm. He turned our bodies on the bed, lying on top of me. I watched him, transfixed, as he took off the rest of his clothes. I saw his warm for the first time. Better than any other I've seen, would be a good definition. I was fascinated and a little scared by its size. I crawled to the headboard, supporting myself on my elbows, watching his every move. I wanted to touch every part of his body and lick it, maybe one more than the others. He crawled back on the bed until he was on top of me. "Are you sure?" I nodded. It was all I wanted at that moment. "I hope it doesn't hurt too much." This really shouldn't have come out of my mouth. I had already lost control of the connection between my brain and my mouth. But I confess, I was a little scared. He was... the type who seemed like he would never fit inside me, but desire outweighed fear. "I'll try to go slow." I nodded, trying to ignore the almost smile on his face. "Believe me, it will hurt me more than you." "Don't laugh." "I was thinking... that it's also my first time with a pure girl." "Can we stop saying that word?" He smiled. If he was trying to make me relax, it wasn't working. "You're a big surprise. I never imagined..." I put my fingers on his mouth to prevent him from continuing. His hand slid over my body and down my belly until it brushed over my secret place. Yes. Right there... Just the brushing almost made me lose my mind. His eyes were fixed on my face. But his hand disappeared. I closed my eyes, wanting to immediately feel him bury himself inside me, my muscles pleading within me. I felt his wet and warm tongue on one of my hills, sliding gently, and then his fingers in a slow and torturous touch around it. I arched my body on the bed, moaning. I felt his fingers sink into my legs. I heard him croon, satisfied, with his mouth still on one hill. His fingers grazed my legs, teasing me, slowly moving up to my groin. I wanted to scream and beg, but I felt my breath escape as his fingers slid over the bundle of nerves. He was driving me crazy with that teasing. "You're so wet..." He whispered, studying my face. I felt his mouth on my neck again, giving soft kisses, sliding his mouth, and gently biting my ear. "Tell me..." His voice was hoarse, almost inaudible. I opened my eyes to look at him. "Has anyone ever gone down on you?" He's going to... I squirmed on the bed, just imagining it. I shook my head in denial, and I saw a satisfied smile on his face. He growled softly. "I'll be the first to taste you." His fingers circled my entrance. "Please..." He moistened his fingers, sliding over my clitoris. I threw my head back; nothing could be so incredible. It felt so good that it hurt. His fingers disappeared again. Please, stop torturing me. I lifted my head to see him. His weight had vanished from the mattress. I saw him bend down and pick something up from his pants on the floor. He tore open the small package with his teeth and held the base of his brother to roll it on with skill. He came back to me, kissing me while spreading my legs apart. His mouth was driving me crazy. "Do you want to peak first?" "Please." I could hardly imagine what it would be like, but it was all I wanted. "Have you ever climaxed in your life? Alone?" I shook my head. I didn't know what he was thinking. He just smiled before kissing me again. Leaving me wanting, he crawled on the bed, grabbing my hills and licking my belly until he had his head between my legs.	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1,176,851	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1188072}'	No	2024-04-12 19:14	active	505	334242079666160	❤️😍What happens next👉Click Here to read on👉	Zoe Sanders wasn’t sure if every married man had two phones. Mason's lover sent a picture to him while he was in the bathroom, "Thank you for the birthday present, Mason." Zoe stared at her husband's another phone for a long time. Then, her eyes welled up. The bathroom door was opened. Mason wrapped a towel over his waist. "How long are you going to look at it?" He took the phone away, glanced at her, not the least bit embarrassed that she caught him seeing someone. Looking he left without any explanation, tears streamed down her face as she gasped for air. Zoe didn't expect that she would receive another bad news - her dad was hospitalized due to a brain hemorrhage and needed to undergo surgery immediately. Zoe stood in the hospital hallway and called Mason non-stop, but he didn’t answer. Just when she was about to give up, he answered this time. Zoe said at once, "Mason. My dad is…" Mason cut her off abruptly. He sounded a tad impatient, "Is this about the money? I talk to you later." Zoe was looking at the TV screen which was broadcasting a piece of news. 'The director of Lockwood Pharmaceutical Group rented the entire Amusement Park and made a lady’s day.' The fireworks were exploding throughout the entire sky as a young lady sitting in a wheelchair was smiling widely. Her husband Mason was standing right behind her, holding his phone. Zoe blinked and said painfully after a long pause, "Where are you, Mason?" But he already hung up the phone. What did 6 years of wholehearted love and care as a full-time housewife give her in return? Zoe was consumed by desperation. She looked at her wedding ring and later pawned it to pay for her father's surgery. ... The next Morning, Mason got up and changed his clothes at home. Then, his gaze was fixed on a spot. Zoe’s suitcase was gone. He opened the wardrobe and found several of her frequently worn clothes also missing. Mason stared for a few seconds than asked the servants, "Where’s Zoe?" The servant said cautiously, "Ms. Zoe left early in the morning, dragging a suitcase with her..."	LEARN_MORE	https://myqweasdzxc.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=10	250753834794512	Read freely	https://facebook.com/61557986570531	1	0	0	2024-04-12 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	0	Learn More	Read freely	120207964890070390	myqweasdzxc.com		NONE	dco		https://myqweasdzxc.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=10771&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}	2024-04-12 07:56	https://scontent.fwbw1-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/435349524_413772441606995_8284002612048435_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=6tGc666L4GwAb4fIi3z&_nc_ht=scontent.fwbw1-1.fna&oh=00_AfAH1okrBaUPjgy_RwRgdRJrA55soVGWJ02XE4pmW-XKnA&oe=661F9C44	person_profile	Read freely	https://scontent.fwbw1-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/435121422_1071867850541926_6680009822866201554_n.jpg?_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=2twggB318E8Ab46Uvdj&_nc_ht=scontent.fwbw1-1.fna&oh=00_AfA3tThhUcj3XM5SmLUkHntWeZjdD7M0KkRDzCRY8LMC0Q&oe=661F8589	3	Read freely	2024-04-12 02:00	View Edit Delete
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1,176,265	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1185799}'	No	2024-04-12 19:14	active	505	7346732472070340	1 + 1 FREE (STOCK CLEARANCE) 🚨	RECEIVE A FREE PAIR OF BAREFOOT SHOES! 😍<br /> <br /> ✅ Barefoot shoes for a natural gait<br /> ✅ Suitable for all feet<br /> ✅ Immediate pain relief<br /> <br /> 🇺🇸 Free shipping in the US<br /> ➡️ <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.barekick.com%2Fproducts%2Fexplorer-offer&h=AT2azzQzxUjLQ2cCXgaJ39GMBwZhjqmEp0hzLhCQMZ7RbxW2GgTWGa6PwQlLK9lMiXbpsKr0XR8uVtWZXCcQBnZWWNYTE67rwXvK7yBoj3aK5rlUpYuouKt-Gzym2g95JtVhxN7CrgxJJf1YnpF3XA" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">www.barekick.com/products/explorer-offer</a>	SHOP_NOW	https://www.barekick.com/products/explorer-offer	198403916683652	Barekick	https://facebook.com/barekick	1,584	1	1,094,138,431,877,029	2024-04-12 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	0	Shop now	Barekick	120210421451900230	barekick.com		NONE	image	37,252+ Happy Customers!	https://www.barekick.com/products/explorer-offer	2024-04-11 07:15	https://scontent-mia3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/434423968_7342085682574738_6245997706494449377_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=FKC6-YpcpsAAb7req2Z&_nc_ht=scontent-mia3-2.xx&oh=00_AfBS4gatd55F9ifMGvV96AMMkKsGacwn9cstTCpxuEe9aw&oe=661F906C	person_profile	Barekick	https://scontent-mia3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/434465394_1092084861881680_2424124477263033238_n.jpg?_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=vWNmOxR4Kw8Ab7yfwjk&_nc_ht=scontent-mia3-2.xx&oh=00_AfA7xhVRIa2Jo78xNI9c8qS77C0MbJSDwHuG4YykX3GJWQ&oe=661FA6E6	3	Barekick	2024-04-11 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,176,544	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1187977}'	Yes	2024-04-12 19:14	active	505	469669615573270			LEARN_MORE	https://freereincoffee.com/	101667659496046	Free Rein Coffee Company	https://facebook.com/FreeReinCoffeeCompany	10,644	1	1,309,570,963,764,166	2024-04-12 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	0	Learn More	Free Rein Coffee Company	120210059140040580	freereincoffee.com		NONE	carousel		https://freereincoffee.com/	2024-04-12 16:40	https://scontent-mia3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/437402293_1465992001000153_5775338466228672306_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_aid=0&_nc_ohc=DBWH8PhL1fMAb74_FV6&_nc_ht=scontent-mia3-2.xx&oh=00_AfBG1JZXrZul3d8cBXtZnWlokIBakdiwderLxT2gnjx1dw&oe=661F9016	person_profile	Free Rein Coffee Company	https://scontent-mia3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/437546104_832943958671500_4156223046095637446_n.jpg?_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=RA8aQlHujvEAb7uxPeL&_nc_ht=scontent-mia3-2.xx&oh=00_AfAi6PitLnSS-SkpSmLa_YQZGnaKRu2YpiIPKtkwzlDxdA&oe=661FA03F	3	Free Rein Coffee Company	2024-04-12 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,176,257	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1185797}'	Yes	2024-04-12 19:14	active	505	2056673278052074	Barefoot shoes for better health 😍	Goodbye foot pain! Hello all-day comfort.. ☁️👣<br /> <br /> ✅ Walk and move pain-free!<br /> ✅ Recommended by orthopaedists<br /> ✅ 30 days money-back guarantee<br /> <br /> 🇺🇸 Free shipping in the US<br /> ➡️ <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.barekick.com%2Fpages%2F7-reasons&h=AT0Pw8yayCcEM4YvHPW4N6ulU4VysyjXIdqSK8nWrXDSoNUZT1aR4RFbZzQTPSiTo3kkIgDMQAaVcmeVdA14Me4qiljZZdmF27ksJzY_Sp9VsoW4p57GNyTvbQCdrrZhEPzieJpRihb2JvohBmhn9Q" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">www.barekick.com/pages/7-reasons</a>	SHOP_NOW	https://www.barekick.com/pages/7-reasons	198403916683652	Barekick	https://facebook.com/barekick	1,584	1	396,905,596,605,296	2024-04-12 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	0	Shop now	Barekick	120210420275240230	barekick.com		NONE	image	⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4.8/5	https://www.barekick.com/pages/7-reasons	2024-04-11 06:47	https://scontent-mia3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/435989606_931696965625122_375407036027608490_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=IhgFxl2_zkoAb7vS8yS&_nc_ht=scontent-mia3-1.xx&oh=00_AfCz4_8O14WtXJa4C2v0fZjmGdC6GWUx1f3INv06UP64hQ&oe=661FB0B5	person_profile	Barekick	https://scontent-mia3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/435895720_1119730055941904_8740639153972041351_n.jpg?_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=hFPK8XdpuGEAb4fmhTE&_nc_ht=scontent-mia3-2.xx&oh=00_AfDw8cZ-5LRgp8IJCqIVEStwDlVlne_2DGzDHc6diX77Jw&oe=661FB292	3	Barekick	2024-04-11 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,176,262	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1185799}'	Yes	2024-04-12 19:14	active	505	437081485352437	1 + 1 FREE (STOCK CLEARANCE) 🚨	RECEIVE A FREE PAIR OF BAREFOOT SHOES! 😍<br /> <br /> ✅ Barefoot shoes for a natural gait<br /> ✅ Suitable for all feet<br /> ✅ Immediate pain relief<br /> <br /> 🇺🇸 Free shipping in the US<br /> ➡️ <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.barekick.com%2Fproducts%2Fexplorer-offer&h=AT2TloZUIA0hYAmSD3KCPCsYLq-nwVkc35P_-JsKdCuHr__EEVOeTk-nmMG6fzqAIwazOEC8rXIUtRWujbQroWcEeuj19uZFgtLuvhSxdKyBFSMjZ8VY6V2EFNf0Bfahigpo6YeS7SFKjmlkz1o88g" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">www.barekick.com/products/explorer-offer</a>	SHOP_NOW	https://www.barekick.com/products/explorer-offer	198403916683652	Barekick	https://facebook.com/barekick	1,584	1	6,738,351,076,265,310	2024-04-12 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	0	Shop now	Barekick	120210421451840230	barekick.com		NONE	image	37,252+ Happy Customers!	https://www.barekick.com/products/explorer-offer	2024-04-11 07:15	https://scontent-mia3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/436320196_1848855255563581_7182669758137502579_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=I0k8BGhLUT8Ab6a_vxQ&_nc_ht=scontent-mia3-1.xx&oh=00_AfBfn7nLfob5iyNaAhJSU9dcFsFBK5tXA5v_EcbZQ-D4LA&oe=661F887D	person_profile	Barekick	https://scontent-mia3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/436405918_313882924815759_6965904302003192202_n.jpg?_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=CDEcMS7gPYQAb6FN_3b&_nc_ht=scontent-mia3-2.xx&oh=00_AfBnSGx9H14m-ldHnTLOafPo9tOWIxm6MHN_h3q8JHa3JA&oe=661FB95C	3	Barekick	2024-04-11 02:00	View Edit Delete
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1,177,060	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1188143}'	Yes	2024-04-12 19:14	active	505	1665191534015373	❤️😍What happens next👉Click Here to read on👉	The wind swept through the prison's hallway, chilling to the bone. Drip. Drip. The heavy, slow footsteps echoed alongside the mysterious dripping of water, creating an eerie symphony in the cramped corridor. "That's the girl who hit someone and ran? She looks so young. Pretty, too." "Right? You're new here, so you only know parts of the story. She got locked up when she was just eighteen, right before her college entrance exams." "She's getting out now that her time's up?" "Seems like it. But I don't think life will be easy for her on the outside." The whisper was hushed as if the speaker feared being overheard. Curious, the other guard leaned in and asked, "Why's that?" "The woman she hit was conceived, and tragically, she lost the baby. And to make matters worse, that conceiving woman was from the powerful Hawthorne family." In Brightwood, the Hawthorne name held great influence and power. People spoke of them in hushed tones, as though they were afraid to provoke them. In Brightwood, people often whispered, "Crossing the Hawthornes is scarier than facing the devil himself." With a stern expression, the officer at the door addressed Amber Lewis, "You're free to go." The cold seemed to bite even harder. This winter was unforgiving. Amber's hands tightened and relaxed nervously. Her lips, blue from the cold, trembled as she gathered the courage to step outside. She raised her head and stood motionless, as if time had stopped. Her eyes caught the night sky outside, where a handful of stars twinkled, almost as if they were signaling to her. As if they were whispering— Congratulations, you've made it out at last. Three long years had passed, and finally, she was free, breathing the sweet air of freedom. "Congratulations, you're free to go," a chilling, severe voice said, with a rasp that sent shivers down her spine. Amber's whole body froze. That voice, dark and dreadful, had haunted her dreams, an echo that had penetrated her soul. A black sedan sat in the distance, its window sliding down to reveal a man's face partially obscured by darkness. His hand casually rested on the edge, his fingers long and elegant, the silver ring on his middle finger glinting under the moon's pale light. James Hawthorne. It was him—James! Amber's first instinct was to run! "Grab her." At his command, a group of towering bodyguards jumped out of another vehicle, moving swiftly and forcefully. In an instant, Amber was dragged towards the black car, her knees hitting the ground hard. "Tsk," James scoffed, casually flicking his fingers. "What exactly are you running from?" His laugh was low and scratchy. "Are you scared of me?" Amber trembled uncontrollably, overwhelmed by fear. She had every reason to be terrified. She remembered him from the courtroom three years ago, his eyes blazing with fury, his fists clenched tightly as if he wanted nothing more than to tear her apart. He had wished her dead, seeking her life as retribution. "W-What... what do you want?" Amber stammered, her breaths coming in sharp gasps. Her body shook violently, appearing fragile in the grip of the bodyguards. He showed no mercy. His presence was icy, suffocating her with his cold demeanor. Time seemed to stretch endlessly until James finally spoke, his voice filled with grief and anger. "You murdered the heir to the Hawthorne family. We had the ultrasound; it was a boy." His narrowed eyes held a vengeful intensity, like a spirit seeking revenge. "Aren't you going to pay for what you've done?" Amber's heart skipped a beat. Trembling, her calm and soft demeanor now overshadowed by terror, her delicate body shook like a leaf in the breeze, and she could barely whisper, "But, I've served my time, I've paid my dues to you, I..." Chapter 2 "Paid?" his voice came out icy. The man turned, his features sharp in the moonlight, handsome yet suffocating. James's voice turned cold and merciless. "How have you paid?" The dead baby was the Hawthorne family's future! Could a mere three-year prison sentence ever settle such a debt? Amber's body shook, overwhelmed by the oppressive presence around her. Her words faltered, her mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. "What do you want from me?" she managed to say. James tilted his head slightly. The bodyguard, catching the signal, tossed a document on the floor and forcefully pushed her head down to read the print. In an instant. Amber's face drained of color. She shook her head frantically, tears welling up in her eyes, and began to fight back, desperate to break free from their grip. "No, this can't be happening..." Her struggle was fierce. Crack! The bodyguard's patience snapped, and he delivered a harsh slap across her face. "Settle down!" The blow sent Amber reeling, her ears ringing. She crumpled to the ground, defeated. Her small stature was no match for the hulking bodyguards. Her face swelled, her lips split, blood trickling down. The pain made her shudder even more. Somewhere in her daze, she thought she heard James let out a weary sigh. The car door swung open. Gleaming leather shoes came into view as he loomed over her, his eyes drilling into her as if she were nothing more than a dirty bug. "In the Hawthorne family," James began, his tone deliberate and dripping with arrogance. He crouched down in front of her, his slender fingers firmly grasping her chin. "We have a strict rule against striking women." His touch was gentle as he traced her bruised cheek, stopping at her bloodied lip. He wiped the blood away with a silk handkerchief, his face emotionless, treating her with a cold intimacy as if she were a cherished possession. "Does it hurt?" he asked, but his voice lacked any genuine concern. Fear was all Amber felt. His words were gentle, but they carried an ultimatum. "If you stay silent, I'll take it as a yes, alright?" "My wife can't have kids anymore, all thanks to you," he sighed with a hint of resignation. "It's only right that I seek you out for this." Amber trembled, too timid to fight back. Her eyes blinked, and tears streamed down her face. She wept silently. A flicker of disgust crossed James's deep eyes, brief yet telling. He dabbed at her tears with the handkerchief, his tone still icy. "No more tears, okay?" Amber's crying only intensified, her tears flowing unchecked. Losing his patience, James pushed her away harshly. "Ah!" She hit the ground, her arm scraping against the rough surface, fresh blood seeping out. As he stood up, he cleaned his fingertips with distaste, yet his words remained arrogantly graceful. "I've given you a chance, now take it." For the first time, he said her name, "Amber, don't bite the hand that feeds you." "I-I've already served my time, I..." Amber's heart pounded, urging her to fight back, but fear held her captive. Facing this unpredictable man, she was lost, unsure of what move to make. She had always been the epitome of excellence—gentle, and composed, her voice a whisper among her peers. Amber was the model child every parent compared their own to, as docile as a kitten curled up comfortably at home. James, a man of his kind, would never have crossed paths with her if fate hadn't thrown them together in that fateful car accident. Tears streamed down her face as she whispered through her fear, "I don't want to..." The winter was harsh that year. The night seemed to engulf the light, darker than ever before. His silhouette loomed tall and imposing. He squinted, a smirk playing on his lips. "Give me an heir, and you're free." His voice cut through the cold air, "I need to use your body." Chapter 3 Amber's signature on the paper had been coerced, and her tears threatened to smudge the ink before the bodyguard quickly dabbed them away. The bodyguard, quick to anger, shoved her head dismissively, "Stop crying. You’re just causing trouble." Caught off guard, Amber stumbled and her head hit the ground, leaving a red mark on her forehead. James barely glanced at her. Without a word, he got into his car. As he drove away, he did not even give her a second look. The window rolled down just enough to reveal his face, his voice as dark and aristocratic as ever. "Remember, you're paying for your sins. Don't even think about escaping. You've done time, you have a record. In Brightwood, I hold the power, and my influence doesn't stop at its borders." He tossed the handkerchief on the ground, his voice cold, yet strangely giving the impression of concern, "Be good, will you?" Amber lay on the ground, her body shaking. The car roared to life and zoomed past. Its tires splashed through a puddle, drenching her without a hint of sympathy. She was soaked from head to toe. Amber shivered with an even deeper chill. She felt utterly alone in the vast emptiness, as fragile as a small boat adrift in a turbulent sea, at the mercy of the waves and ready to capsize with the slightest disturbance. Time seemed to stretch on endlessly. Long enough for her limbs to grow numb from the cold. Finally, Amber snapped out of her daze and picked herself up off the ground. "No," she whispered to herself, "I'm not alone. I'm not." After all, she had a sister. Megan Lewis. Trusting her memory, Amber found her way home, leaving the prison behind. Brightwood had changed over the past three years. The familiar old buildings were gone, replaced by towering skyscrapers that reached for the clouds. The streets were no longer lined with the old traffic lights, but with shiny new signs and neon lights that blazed so brightly she could barely keep her eyes open. Amber had a home. Despite the drastic changes, she found her way to her district and stopped in front of the little attic she knew so well. Home. Tears welled up in her eyes. She was about to take a step forward when— "Ah! You little troublemaker! Are you an idiot? I ask you to dry some radishes, and you smash the jar! Looks like someone's asking to be punished!" The angry voice of a middle-aged woman pierced the air. Amber froze, taken aback. That voice—it was unmistakably her aunt's. "Mom, why waste your breath on an idiot? You know her head's not right," a younger woman's voice added scornfully. "She's not been hit enough, that's the problem! She'd be better off as a pig with that brain of hers!" Then came the sound of a stick swinging and the young girl's screams from the attic, so heart-wrenching they echoed through the streets. Amber's eyes widened in shock. She rushed up the stairs and through the doorway, catching her aunt, Yasmin Zimmer in the act, her hand tangled in Megan's hair, yanking her down to the floor. The rolling pin in Yasmin's grip came down on the girl's body—her belly, her back—in a brutal, chaotic rhythm, each strike more vicious than the last. "Stop it!" Amber screamed. With the next cruel blow aimed at Megan's head, Amber sprinted forward and wrapped her arms protectively around her sister's head. Thud! The rolling pin struck Amber's back instead. Pain exploded through her, and for a moment, the room went black. "Huh? Who's this?" Yasmin's voice dripped with curiosity. A young girl, who had been eating, caught a glimpse of Amber's face and gasped, "Mom! That's Amber, isn't it?" "Amber?! How on earth did you get out? I thought you were stuck in there for good," Yasmin sneered, her voice laced with contempt. Amber had been on her own since her parents passed away, with only Megan, her sister eight years her junior. A tragic accident had left Megan's mind trapped in perpetual childhood, her actions resembling those of a much younger child, which to anyone else appeared as mental impairment. Chapter 4 Three years ago, Amber had faced the music and been locked away, forced to leave ten-year-old Megan in her aunt's care. Now, holding a trembling Megan in her arms, Amber confronted Yasmin. "Aunt, why are you hitting Megan?" She spoke softly, her tone seemingly gentle, but it was a clear stand against the cruelty. Conflict was never Amber's strong suit, she had always been the kind and gentle type. Yasmin momentarily felt a pang of guilt, but it quickly vanished. She started bossing around, puffing herself up with indignation. "Amber? What nonsense are you talking? The kid won't listen, so I step in to discipline her. What's the big deal?" "But you..." Amber tried to interject. Yasmin's voice soared, "Enough with your rambling. You were locked up for three years. Who do you think cared for this idiot? Me! When you begged me to look after her, tears and all, you weren't so high and mighty." Amber's lip quivered. "I paid you..." A very hefty sum. Every last penny her parents had left her. Arrested and desperate, with Megan unable to fend for herself, Amber had no choice but to turn to Yasmin for help. Yasmin, seizing the opportunity, blackmailed Amber for every dime, threatening to abandon Megan if she didn't comply. Cornered and out of options, Amber had no choice but to give in. "Money?" Yasmin sneered, her voice escalating. Yasmin's scowl intensified. "You dare bring up money? Three years of care, hospital bills, medication for her condition—do you think that's free?" "The money ran out a long time ago! She's been nothing but a drain on my wallet, and I've spent more on her than you can imagine!" "Now that you're out, it's time to settle the score. You owe me a hefty debt!" Yasmin's tirade was relentless, leaving Amber reeling. Amber's fists clenched, her mind racing. "I did the calculations. My parents' savings should have been enough to cover Megan's needs until she was thirty. There's no way it's all gone..." "What kind of calculations could you possibly do?" Yasmin's voice cut through like a knife. "Do you think you can keep track of everything? Francesca, show her the bill!" Francesca Lopez, in the midst of her meal, heard the command and immediately dropped her utensils. She hurried to the cabinet, retrieved a thick ledger, and thrust it at Amber. "Take a look, Amber." Amber's hands trembled as she suppressed her anger, flipping through the ledger. It detailed all the expenses for Megan—exorbitant medical costs and a long list of luxury designer bags and clothing. Amber's eyes darted to Megan's outfit, which was clearly too small, barely reaching her wrists that were covered in a web of scars, both old and new. "Megan's clothes are clearly from years ago; they're several sizes too small now," Amber stated, her voice tinged with an unusual hint of fury. She gently touched Megan's scarred wrist, her heart aching. "And why buy expensive bags when Megan never leaves the house? She has no clue about these things," Amber's anger grew. Then she noticed Francesca, decked out in head-to-toe designer logos. "What's gotten into you, you ungrateful brat? I've treated Megan well, and you think I'm in the wrong?!" Yasmin pointed an accusing finger at Amber, her voice rising in a scathing rebuke. Amber, known for her patience, reached her breaking point. Her voice rose sharply, "Then where are all these things you supposedly bought?" "Sold, of course!" Francesca interjected defensively. "Megan's medication costs a fortune. How were we supposed to know if we'd have enough money? When we ran short, we had no choice but to sell them for cheap!" Amber's grip tightened. She could sense they were lying. Chapter 5 What could she possibly do about it though? What was she supposed to do in such a bind? She had never been in a situation like this before. She had no idea how to handle it and couldn't understand why anyone would be so unreasonable. Since her parents passed away, she had been juggling school and using the money they left behind to support herself and her little sister. No one had ever taught her how to deal with these kinds of problems. Amber was the type of person who avoided conflict, never stirred up trouble, and had never been in an argument, let alone a shouting match. She was too gentle, too soft-spoken to ever shout back. Holding Megan close, she spoke with determination, "Forget about the money, but now that I'm here, can you please leave?" Yasmin could not help but smirk at Amber's first few words, thinking that maybe the poor girl had some sense after all. However, as Amber finished her sentence, Yasmin's face twisted with anger. "Leave? Did you forget? You promised me your property, and this house was part of the deal!" Yasmin was known for her fiery temper, and her voice could cut through steel. Now, with a surge of emotion, she shouted, "The house is in my name now! We had a lawyer, and you agreed to it. You signed the papers. It's mine!" Amber's eyes widened in shock. "You..." Three years ago, she was just a high school kid buried in books, oblivious to the world's cunning ways. Yasmin had brought a slick lawyer along, and during the negotiations, Amber had been rushed into signing without a chance to read the fine print. The visit was over before she knew it. Yasmin had been pushy, promising to take care of Megan, and Amber, naive and alone, had signed. That was the only time anyone had come to see her. No one else had bothered since. "Yeah, this house is mine now!" Francesca chimed in with a sneer, looking down at Amber condescendingly. "Amber, we've been taking care of Megan for you. Surely, that's worth something, isn't it? "Let's just say the house is our payback," Francesca declared, storming into a room that resembled more of a storage unit. She quickly rummaged through some items and threw them all at Amber's feet. "All this junk belonged to Megan. She's your problem now. We're done with it, and don't you dare come back asking for anything!" The floor was covered in worn-out clothes, some so old that Amber recognized them from when Megan was just ten. Not a single piece seemed to fit anymore. Poor Megan hadn't had anything new in ages. Amber tightened her grip, feeling Megan tremble in her arms. She whispered, "It's okay, Megan. Don't be scared." "What's taking so long? Get out of here already!" Francesca snapped. Yasmin watched from the sidelines, arms crossed, pretending to be sympathetic. "Don't be too hard on me, Amber. Times are tough. I have my own kids to feed. My son's internship isn't paying well, and Francesca is about to start at a prestigious college. I have to make sure she fits in. Can't have her looking second-rate. Just promise me you won't come begging for help. I'm barely holding on here!" Amber looked down, those harsh words echoing in her mind. She sifted through the mess and retrieved a metal box, clutching it tightly to her chest. "This is all I need. Let's go, Megan." The transfer of the house was done. There was no turning back. She despised the arguing. Locked away for three long years, she had no one to talk to, no shoulder to lean on. She was always hidden in some forgotten corner by herself. As time went on, her once calm and gentle nature faded into silence. She even started to dread speaking. If there was a place to hide, she would dive right in, curl up, and get used to the darkness. She was used to it now. Chapter 6 As Amber and Megan stepped out of the attic, Francesca slammed the door shut with force. The cold wind, like an invisible hand, rushed down Amber's neck, leaving her face pale as a ghost. They were outcasts. Amber reached out, gently stroked Megan's head, and whispered, "Megan, I'm back." Amber possessed a gentle and refined beauty, with delicate features framed by a perfectly oval face that exuded an indescribable serenity. She had a timeless elegance, reminiscent of a classic and ethereal beauty often celebrated in paintings and poetry. Her voice, in particular, had a soothing magic to it, calming even Megan, who could barely comprehend her words. "From now on, I will take care of you." Amber embraced Megan, basking in a shared warmth, unsure if it was for Megan or herself. "Megan." Megan, in her innocent daze, nodded blankly. A book rested inside the metal box. Amber discovered a bank card hidden within its pages. Perhaps it was too well-concealed for Yasmin and her daughter to find, or maybe they deemed the old items not worth rummaging through. Regardless of the reason, Amber's tension melted away at the sight of the card. "This was the scholarship I won back in school." Her voice was soft, tinged with happiness, still gentle. "Let's find a new place to call home." It was not a fortune, but it would be enough to get them through the tough times. Amber, with Megan in tow, departed from the bustling area behind them. She balanced a box in one arm while holding Megan's hand with the other. It had been ages since Amber had been a part of the outside world, and it seemed to have moved forward without her. However, she quickly caught up by observing and listening. She managed to rent a cozy little apartment—just fifty square meters—with a compact kitchen and bathroom. It was small, but it had all the necessities. The only hurdle was the single bedroom with only one bed. "How about you and I share the bed?" Amber whispered gently to Megan. Amber picked up a comb and began to untangle Megan's waist-length hair, which had been neglected for far too long. Amber was patient, her touch delicate and caring as she combed through the knots, finally pulling Megan's hair into two neat ponytails. "You look beautiful, Megan," Amber murmured. Megan, who had been lost in a haze, suddenly seemed to come alive. She may not have understood much, but she recognized kindness when she saw it. At Amber's words, her face lit up with a smile that mirrored Amber's own. The next day, Amber and Megan embarked on a small shopping spree. They returned with new clothes for Megan and a few essentials. Once they were home, Megan's voice, still slightly slurred, broke the silence. "Sis, what about you? Don't you need anything?" It was the first time Amber had heard Megan speak after they had been reunited. Her eyes sparkled with joy. It took a moment for her to realize that Megan was concerned about her not having new clothes. "I have clothes," Amber reassured her softly, touched by Megan's thoughtfulness. "These are all for you." However, the truth was, Amber's wardrobe was nearly empty. When Amber set out on the mission, she was only determined to pick up a few things for Megan. She hardly spent any money on herself. She was petite, and after comparing Megan's hand-me-downs to her own frame, she figured a few alterations would do the trick. "Once I find a job and earn some cash, we'll go out and have a feast. Sound good?" she said. "Great!" Megan replied with a smile. While Megan settled into bed, Amber twirled into the kitchen to prepare their simple dinner. The aroma of simmering spices wafted through the cramped apartment. Just as she was about to call Megan to eat, the doorbell pierced the silence, its chime sharp and clear in the small space. Amber took off her apron, dried her hands, and went to see who was at the door. "How can I help you—" she began, but her words trailed off, unfinished. Standing in the doorway was a man with a commanding presence that filled the room. His features were chiseled, his lips pressed together, and the light cast a seductive shadow around his silhouette. He seemed intimidating. Chapter 7 He exuded the charm of a seasoned man, his grace and composure almost convincing her that he was a beacon of positivity. But that's the thing about him—he was cool to the core. "Did you move?" James's voice had a velvety quality, deep and resonant, but with a chilly undertone that sent a shiver down Amber's spine. Panic flooded her face as she remembered the document she had been forced to sign, and she quickly backed away. His icy gaze swept over her, then disdainfully over the tiny fifty-square-meter space they called home. It was clear he could not fathom how anyone could live there. Without a word, he stepped inside, into the place he clearly despised. "Please, have a seat," she said in a hushed voice, her words stumbling over each other. James didn't even spare her a glance, his eyes fixated on Megan, who lay on the bed in the bedroom. Ever vigilant, Amber noticed this and quickly stepped in front, attempting to shield Megan from view. "Everyone else, out," he commanded, his voice deep and authoritative. Amber blinked in surprise. "Megan isn't..." "If you're fine with her watching what's about to happen, it's no issue for me," he replied, his tone as cold as ice. In an instant, Amber's face drained of color. Her lips quivered, her voice barely a whisper, as she tried to reason with him, "Megan can't be left alone, she'll wander off and get lost." Without warning, James reached out, his hand closing around her delicate neck, pulling her in close. He leaned in, his breath chilling against her ear, "Remember what I told you? Don't mistake my patience for weakness." She trembled even more. Amber was terrified, but she didn't want Megan to see her fear, nor was she certain if this man would harm Megan. She couldn't take that risk. In the suffocating tension, her voice broke with a sob, "I'll just close the door, alright?" James released his grip on her. Amber quickly backed away, rushing to the bedroom. She wiped away her tears as she went, whispering reassurances to Megan before closing the bedroom door behind her. "Strip," came his cold, commanding voice. Her trembling intensified. When she clenched her hands, her thumbs automatically tucked inward—a telltale sign of her deep-seated anxiety. She stood frozen, unsure of what to do. James tilted his head slightly, gesturing towards the chair she had offered him. "Do you know how to bend over?" he asked, his voice devoid of warmth. Amber was at a loss. She was as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, her mind and memories frozen at the age of eighteen, despite the three years she had spent behind bars. Back then, her world revolved around nothing but books. So when James forcefully pinned her down on the chair, she reacted like a frightened rabbit, her eyes filled with unshed tears, her face flushed with fear. Her clothes remained undisturbed above, but below, she felt a chilling vulnerability. He acted as if he were on a mission, relentlessly pounding her. The tears she had been holding back finally spilled over, streaming down her face. She bit into her arm to stifle her cries, tasting the metallic tang of blood in her mouth, but she didn't release her bite. Her muffled sobs were stifled, mingling with her blood, her fragile frame on the verge of breaking at any moment. The pain was excruciating, worse than the slap from the bodyguard the day before. James looked at her with a hint of surprise. "First time?" His brow furrowed as he observed her trembling. It was a pity, really. He wasn't one to be gentle or compassionate. He did as he pleased, as long as it suited him. Yet, he was taken aback. "I wouldn't have guessed, given your free-spirited nature, that it was your first time." Amber couldn't comprehend his words. All she knew was the agony threatening to consume her. She had no concept of how long the assault lasted; her right arm was now a mosaic of bite marks and blood. All she felt was torment and the piercing disdain in his eyes, the look of contempt as he squinted at her. Or maybe it was hatred, she thought.	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