Debauchery

"I do not need company!" I retorted as I stood up to leave.

He smirked. "Let me take you back to your dormitory."

"No!" I cried. "I don't want to go back there! I hate everyone. I hate everyone!" My voice broke as tears streamed down my face.

"Let me take you to my penthouse, then, since you don't want to go home." He said mischievously 

I hesitated,  "Fine," I mumbled, wiping away tears. "Just get me out of here, make me forget him. Please, make me forget everything!" I pleaded.

"Come on," he said gently, guiding me out of the bar and into his to his car.

The ride was a silent one as i was barely awake all through. We arrived at his luxurious penthouse, and he disappeared inside, briefly, returning with a cup. "Here," he said softly, sitting next to me.

Just what I needed—water. I took the cup and drank more than half of it.

He brushed a strand of hair from my face. "You look so beautiful."

"I feel so sad," I muttered feeling extreme pain

"You won't feel that way tonight," he whispered, and before I could react, his lips were on mine.

The urge was driving me crazy. His lips were so sweet and tasted like strawberries. I cringed as his cold hands touched me, tracing my body and making me more drawn to him. He carried me gently into his bedroom and on his majestic  bed

His soft, tender kiss only lasted for a few seconds before he started to go rough on me. Despite being drunk, I found myself matching his hungry pace.

He inserted his tongue with mine and yanked off my bra. He wandered down to my wet clit, When I saw him suck his finger into my clit, I was bewildered even more. He began to clean me with his tongue, pushing in and out. Gosh! His tongue was so talented, and I felt sensations I had never felt before. He drove his tongue in and out, and I let out a soft moan.

I wanted to scream in pleasure when he placed one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking it greedily while he kept pushing his fingers in and out of my wet pussy. Before I knew what was happening, he slid his Dick in. I screamed out in pain as my eyes widened. “Argh!” He kept moving in and out, and all I could feel was this heavenly sensation mixed with a bit of pain.

He kept repeating it faster. It was no doubt he was about to cum. I felt my eyes roll back as I let out soft moans. He was an expert, and I... well, this was my first time. He kept going until we both got tired, and I fell asleep.

*****

"Hey, wake up!"

My eyes fluttered open to the sight of a bright and unfamiliar room.

"What... where am I?" I muttered, my voice hoarse as I tried to piece together my memories.

"You're in my penthouse, darling," a smooth voice replied.

I turned to see a man standing by the door. "Mr. Miller," I looked at him, utterly embarrassed.

"After everything we did last night, you still think we aren't on a first-name basis?" He stared at me from the mirror.

"You should take a shower. The water pressure is... excellent."

"No, I should leave," I replied, in shambles as I tried to put on my clothes, avoiding his gaze.

"Charlotte, don't you want to talk about last night?" He asked from the bathroom.

I ignored him as I wrestled with my memory, attempting to reconstruct the aftermath of my reckless drinking. In a moment of haste, I slid beneath the cool sheets, my hands clawing at the scattered remnants of my clothing. Each article was a potential witness to a night of debauchery.

By the time I had finished dressing, Mr. Miller had also put on his clothes.

"Mr. Miller, can we forget what happened between us last night?" I asked as I stood by the door while he stared into the mirror.

"If you are worried about any STDs, I assure you I'm clean. I was a virgin," I corrected myself. "The only person who lost anything here is me," I continued as I looked at the bloodstain on the sheet.

He walked toward me, coldly staring at me with his piercing eyes, his face showing no emotion. "Rest assured, I have no reason to believe you have any diseases."

"However," he continued, "I want to ask if you want anything from me. You don't strike me as the kind of person who wants money for her first time."

I looked at him, my brow furrowed. "You are correct. I do not want your money; I want you to keep this a secret."

"I didn't know it was your first time," he said, starting to walk around me, his arms swinging by his sides, his aura exuding authority.

"As compensation, I will grant you one demand. You can ask anything of me, except to make you fall in love with me," he said confidently.

I couldn't believe my ears. "Mr. Miller, I think you misunderstood. I don't go out to give myself away, so I won't trade myself for anything. In fact, I plan to quit working for you officially. From now on, I'll be focusing on my graduation thesis, and we won't be seeing each other again. I'm going to wish you a good life. Goodbye!" I declared as I walked away from the hotel room.

Mr. Miller's mouth twitched with surprise and amusement. My unexpected departure and had caught his attention.

He picked up the scarf that I had left behind by mistake and began to inhale its scent.

My words had presented him with an intriguing challenge, and he eagerly contemplated what the future would hold.

In a northern city, Derik Miller, CEO of Star Prize Corporation, represented power, wealth, and danger. Rumor had it that he had killed his older brother and left his younger brother crippled to become the sole inheritor of the family business.

If there was one person in this world I wouldn't dare to think about, it was him. Yet, this was the person with whom I had foolishly spent the night. The person who looked like a seductive god.

Adding to the complexities of the situation, the Star Prize enterprise wasn't just an ordinary company; it stood as the primary rival to the Lockwood Group of Industries, owned by my father.

Our rivalries extended beyond mere financial competition, spilling over into a power struggle for control over the city. Both groups were unscrupulous in their methods, causing collateral damage on both sides. Yes, indeed, I had slept with my father's bitter adversary.

I quickened my pace, eager to distance myself from Derik's home. If anyone from the Lockwood family ever discovered this, the shame would be unbearable.

"Charlotte!" My best friend Mia called from behind me.

"Charlotte, stop! Charlotte, listen to me, please," she said as she ran towards me while I intensified my speed.

The thought of the betrayal from last night was unbearable. If I hadn't walked in on my best friend and my boyfriend cheating on me yesterday, my drunken night of debauchery could have been avoided.

"Charlotte!" Mia said, finally catching up with me.

"Are you alright?" She held my hands.

"What are you doing walking around the neighborhood?" She asked, looking so concerned.

I chuckled. "Like you care. Please, Mia, save me from the nice girl talk." I replied as I let go of her hands.

"I'm sorry," Mia pleaded. "It's my fault. I was the one who seduced Alex. If you want to blame anyone, blame me!"

Alex appeared behind Mia, remorsefully. "No, she's wrong... I'm sorry, Charl."

I looked at them both in disgust. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I thought this only happened in vulgar novels. One of them was my boyfriend, and the other was my best friend and roommate.

I chuckled. "Alex, you don't have to worry about me," I turned to Mia. "Mia, he's all yours, and as far as you and I go, this friendship is done. Goodbye!" I said as I shoved them both away to walk past.

"Charlotte! Please wait, Charlotte!" Alex called as he began to move slowly towards me.

A black Lamborghini turned into the road, heading towards me. I stopped the car by signaling to it, desperate to get away from the cheating couple.

I got into the car, and as it started to move, I turned to look at the person sitting beside me. It turned out to be Derik Miller.