Chapter four

ELOISE

“What the hell?”

“That’s for being a bitch,” she walked away with a grin. *Living daylight psycho!*

“Can I help you?” A man offered, but immediately after I removed the strands of hair across my face and pulled back, he zoomed off.

I looked around, confused. I wanted to find Laura to clear up my confusion, but she was nowhere to be found. Everyone around me was paired up. I was the only one alone.

Shaking off the feeling of isolation, I grabbed another glass of wine. “This will be the last,” I promised myself. I obviously didn’t want to get drunk in this kind of atmosphere.

As I sipped the wine slowly, the feeling of wanting to be with someone disappeared, but then came the staggering effect, and I managed not to bump into a man.

“Hi, my name’s Lucius,” his voice whispered from behind me. His voice was deep and soothing.

I slowly turned around. The man was also wearing a mask, so I couldn’t see his face, but he looked a lot like the guy I’d met earlier.

“I don’t think I need your name for anything, mister. Shouldn’t this be a hide-my-identity party?”

“Well, I’d advise you to remember my name now because you’ll be screaming it later.”

I stared at the man, confused. After a few seconds, I understood the meaning behind his words. I blushed slightly and quickly pushed strands of my hair behind my ear.

The man smiled, holding my hands warmly.

" Damn it! Was that another gesture?"I thought. Pulling my hair back had driven the other guy away, but tucking it behind my ear made this one grab my hand.

Laura didn’t tell me this was a gesture party.

I never thought I’d ever hook up with someone. As a conservative woman, I had dated my husband for two years before finally losing my virginity to him on our wedding night.

I’d given my precious virginity to my husband, but what did he do in return? Apart from cheating on me, he had publicly disrespected my father and disgraced me.

*It’s only fair for me to do the same. While he’s busy with other women, I’ll try my best to seduce another billionaire and get my revenge.*

It didn’t take long to realize the man in front of me was wasted. Exactly what I wanted. Someone who’d barely remember. He grabbed my arm and led me to his room.

He pressed his warm body against mine as soon as he locked the door, his cologne…

The man had this type of charming appearance that made him look like a playboy.

“You’re here alone?” his husky voice whispered between kisses.

“With my friend,” I gasped. It felt safer to admit I’d come with someone, just in case he had any other plans for me.

He let out a chuckle, and his hand brushed against my face before wandering down to my collarbones, sending shivers down my spine. Then he bent over and effortlessly lifted me into a bridal carry.

“If I flip a coin, what are my chances of getting head?” His deep, slow voice teased.

“Huh?” I blinked owlishly for a few seconds before the joke clicked. His bright laughter rang in my ears as he gently placed me on the bed.

In the past, I had taken the first step with my husband, especially after my ovulation injections. Apart from our wedding night, I had put in all the effort in bed.

Remembering again that my divorce papers weren’t signed yet, I flinched and ducked.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Why do you ask?” I smiled. I was too drunk to think straight either.

“I’ll make you more comfortable once I’m inside you.”

His fingers traced back to my gown, slowly unzipping it and pushing it down. Soon, my breasts were exposed to him.

His heart raced as he gazed at me.

We both still had our masks on. I tried to remove his, but he held my hands tight. “Shouldn’t this be a hide-my-identity party?” he asked, echoing my earlier words.

I gave up.

He took off his shirt, revealing his toned six-pack body. His fair, tan skin made him look like one of those impossibly handsome men from romance novels.

“I guess tonight will be worth it,” I chuckled, unknowingly louder than I intended.

“I’ll make it worth it,” he promised.

His hands gently raised my leg, touching the side of my thigh. He kissed me fiercely, starting at my lips, down my neck, and to my stomach.

I moaned with pleasure, my hands gripping his bare back.

He gripped my waist and pulled me toward him in one swift movement. In the blink of an eye, I felt his whole length inside me, and I gripped his back more reflexively.

“Luc!” I surprisingly moaned his name.

“Told you!” he smiled, seeming pleased with my reaction. Gazing at me with affection, he held the back of my head so he could kiss me again.

“I must have hooked up with a psychopath,” I muttered, but before I could finish, he quickened his pace. His thrusts increased as if he were venting frustration.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally collapsed on top of his sweaty body, drained of all my energy.

Soon, I drifted off to sleep.

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