Chapter 2

Just like that, I would sneakily look at the photos and videos the stranger sent to me after Chuck fell asleep. I felt like I'd lost my mind—I was a shameless hussy who desired to be conquered by a strong man. I allowed my fantasies to run wild as I stared at his photos.

I learned his name from the videos he'd sent me of various women begging him to go harder and faster—Tom Young.

I thought he and I were just two parallel lines that would never cross each other's paths. I never would've expected the impossible to happen.

At the time, I'd just learned how to swim and was obsessed with it. Unfortunately, the pool I regularly went to was closed for renovations. I had no choice but to switch to another one.

I saw that I was alone when I arrived. I hesitated before changing into a white bikini that I'd just bought. There wasn't anyone else around, so I didn't think there was anything wrong with dressing a little sexily.

I was happily swimming when I noticed a handsome young man come out of the changing room. He was tall and toned. At first glance, he looked to be at least six feet and three inches. His skin was tanned, and his muscles rippled as he moved. He oozed pheromones.

I couldn't help taking a closer look. That was when I realized the man was Tom!

This realization startled me. I panicked and forgot how to swim for a split second; I immediately choked on the water.

I struggled with all my might to stay afloat until someone caught me. I turned to see that it was indeed Tom who'd saved me.

Tom carried me out of the pool and was about to bend down to perform CPR on me when I pushed him away. I covered my burning face.

"You weren't swimming properly, gorgeous," he said. He didn't seem to recognize me. Instead, he started pointing out where I'd gone wrong.

But how could it be possible?

"W-Where did I go wrong?" I hurriedly dropped my gaze when I saw his obliques and tried to suppress my desire. That was when I noticed the bulge in his swimming trunks.

"Here, let me teach you."

Tom led me into the pool again and told me to hold onto the sides with both hands. He supported me by placing a hand on my abdomen as he corrected my actions.

I did as told. Though my kicking started out wrong, I soon learned the correct way to do it under his patient and enthusiastic guidance. Things were looking good, which boosted my excitement.

However, I soon realized something was up. When I kicked correctly, my body would automatically move forward from the force. Though my hands were on the side of the pool and pushing my body back, I would still move forward a little.

When that happened, Tom's hand would naturally move downward and brush against my private part. It seemed to burn against my skin, and it made me tingle all over. My heart started racing, and I kept thinking of the videos he'd sent me.

He had to be doing this on purpose!

I couldn't help shuddering. What was he trying to do? Should I retaliate?

As my mind wandered, I felt Tom hook a finger against me. It caught me off guard and made my body go weak. My hands gave out, and I flailed in the water, almost choking again.

He hurriedly caught me, and I threw my arms around him, holding him tightly like a koala. When I wrapped my legs around his waist, I realized how quickly my heart was pounding. My mind turned into a pile of goo, and I lost the ability to think.

Before I could process the situation, he pushed my bikini top aside and buried his face in my mounds. I instinctively grabbed his head and threw mine back, revealing my slender neck. I moaned wantonly.

I wanted to break free but didn't have the strength. A bolt of electricity shot through me, making my vision go white as I trembled in his arms.

No one knew that, in the water, he'd already sneaked his hand past my bikini bottom.