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Chapter three: The almost one night stand
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2025-02-18 20:16:31The moment I stepped into his apartment, I knew I had entered a different world, this man was living in extreme luxury, it was in complete contrast to the bar where I had met him.
Everything screamed of wealth. The marble, polished to perfection. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed a stunning view of the city skyline And the furniture was sleek, and obviously expensive, it looked like it had been lifted straight from the pages of a luxury magazine. Even the air smelled rich. New leather. Polished wood. And of course his intoxicating smell. That scent was masculine, dark, and addictive. I knew I was gawking. Who the hell was this man? From his tailored suit to his effortless confidence, everything about him oozes power. This wasn’t the type of man who belonged in a rundown bar. I barely had time to process before the door clicked shut behind me, the electricity between us only tripled, it was so thick and suffocating that I had to remind myself to breathe. He loosened the collar of his shirt, rolling his shoulders as if he was getting ready for something. His gray eyes locked onto me in a predatory gaze that made me want him more. Every glance, every slight arch of his brow, every clench of his sharp jawline had my body responding in ways it shouldn’t. I should have been intimidated. Maybe even scared. But instead, heat curled in my belly, pouring between my thighs . When he walked past me, his fingers barely grazing my wrist, I melted like butter. “Wine?” I nodded, not sure I could use my words. Watching him pour was almost hypnotic, the way his fingers wrapped around the bottle, a simple slow tilt and the deep red liquid cascading into the glass. Every movement was sinful and deliberate. He handed me the glass, and our fingers brushed. I felt a spark. I took a sip, hoping it would cool the fire spreading through my veins but It didn’t. "So," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "what do you do?" He smirked, stepping closer, eyes not looking away even for once. “Does it matter?” I took a step back. He followed. Another step and this time, he was closer, he was in my space. I should have pushed. I should have demanded an answer. But then he took the glass from my hand. My nipples tightened against the fabric of my dress. Goosebumps raced down my arms. My pulse roared in my ears. I had never reacted like this before. Ever. Nothing could have prepared me for what happened next. His lips found mine. I knew they would be good lips, he did have nice kissing lips after all, they were soft and more than anything I could imagine. The first kiss was slow. As if he was testing me or giving me a chance to back away. But I didn’t. My mouth parted, and he took his invitation, his tongue sweeping against mine in a kiss so deep, so consuming, I forgot how to breathe. This was dangerous and I wanted more. My core was on fire, as my nipples were pebbling.I had never had this type of reaction before. Ever. Nothing could have prepared me for when his lips found mine. I knew he had good kissing lips. Full. Firm. Devastating. His kiss was soft at first, teasing, coaxing, waiting for my response. Not that it took much effort. I gave in. My mouth parted, allowing his tongue to invade me, a slow, sensual claim that sent my senses into a tailspin. His hands found my waist, gripping, pulling, crushing me against him until there wasn’t a sliver of space left between us. My body molded to his, His hands moved to my waist, strong and demanding, pulling me flush against him. No space or hesitation, just desire. My body molded to his, and God I could feel every hard inch of him pressing into me. This was dangerous and large. He was definitely experienced, I would give him that. There was no hesitation or fumbling. His kiss wasn’t sloppy like my ex-boyfriends. No, Ethan kissed like a man who knew exactly what he was doing. And worst of all? He made me forget. Forget that I had been cheated on for months. Forget that I should be heartbroken. Forget everything but the feel of his lips, the heat of his body, and the way he made me burn. He tasted like mint and alcohol, and instead of turning me off, it only fueled my hunger. His hands traveled lower, fingers trailing down my spine, lighting me up in ways I hadn’t even known were possible. My own hands had a mind of their own, slipping between us, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel more of him. More warmth and his skin. I had never done anything like this before. But I didn’t want to stop. His skin was smooth under my touch as his muscles tightened beneath my fingertips. He was holding himself back but I didn’t want him to hold back. Our clothes disappeared in two seconds of frantic kissing. My back hit the couch, and his lips found my throat, teasing, sucking, his tongue flicking against my sensitive spot. I gasped. This was happening! He hovered over me, his gaze dark as he was eager to consume me, He was watching as I licked my lips while he undid his belt. I was finally going to have sex. But then… Was I really going to sleep with an obnoxiously rich, drop-dead gorgeous man just because my boyfriend cheated on me? The thought hit me like ice water. My chest rose and fell rapidly, my heart pounding but not just from arousal, but panic. I hadn’t thought this through. I wasn’t this girl. I wasn’t reckless. I was a thinker, a planner. I was careful. I definitely didn’t do things on impulse. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to lose my virginity to a man whose last name I didn’t even know. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing myself to breathe. Then, just as he leaned in to kiss me again, I turned my head away. “I can’t do this,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding in my head. He pulled back, his brows furrowing, giving me a you can’t be serious look. My gaze flickered downward to his very obvious erection and I knew just what I had to do. I didn’t wait for his response. I shoved at his chest, scrambling to sit up, my hands shaking as I reached for my dress. My fingers fumbled as I yanked it over my head, barely managing to get it on before I bolted for the door. I didn’t even look back. It wasn’t until I was outside, when I was breathless and trembling in the cold night air, that I realized something. I had left my underwear in his apartment. Fuck my life. Like I said, birthdays were the worst. I glanced at my phone. 00:00. It wasn’t even my birthday anymore. Great. Finally, this shitty night was behind me. Now I just had to figure out how to get an Uber.
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It was obvious he was the one in control and it was not just the freaking interview. He looked different here than in the club. More uptight. More controlled. Gone was the teasing man who had flirted with me over drinks. Now, he was the man who owned every soul in this building. Including mine. I should have asked him what he did for a living. My gut had warned me, but no, I was too busy being interested in having sex him. And the worst part? I didn’t even do that! Ethan leaned back in his chair, his fingers folded in together, his piercing gaze dragging over me slowly, very focused and full of fucking intent. His suit was darker, crisp, his tie perfectly knotted, and that damn smirk the same one that had haunted me since that night never wavered. “Miss Carter,” one of the interviewers spoke, but I barely heard them over the pounding of my own heartbeat. “Let’s begin.” Ethan moved his fingers, nodding for them to proceed, but his eyes never left mine. The electricity between us
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As I stepped out of the interview office, I spotted Lily approaching. Her eyes lit up with mischief and as if she was about to speak, but I didn’t slow down. I I had no patience for whatever she wanted to say. Without acknowledging her, I turned in the opposite direction, quickening my steps until I was outside. The moment I stepped out of the office, my phone rang again. Mom. I clenched my jaw, torn between ignoring it and knowing she wouldn’t stop until I picked up. With an exhausted sigh, I swiped to answer. After this call, I can finally have her out of my life… again, until she needs something and calls. “Finally,” her voice chirped, too sweet, too fake. “I was starting to think you would never pick up, sweetheart.” I rolled my eyes, already regretting my decision. “What do you want?” “Oh, Sophia, don’t be so cold. I have wonderful news! I’m getting married.” I stopped walking. Married? Again? I had lost count of how many times my mother had gotten married. Since my fath
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Rachel’s head snapped toward him, her eyes flickering with surprise. “Wait, your company?”“Is there any other Blackwood Corp that I don't know of?” Ethan’s voice is filled with sarcasm, but his pride is unmistakable. It made me want to gag.Rachel turned to me with a kind smile, her wide eyes filled with excitement. “No way, I work there.”Was I supposed to celebrate?My stomach twisted as all eyes at the table turned to me.My mother’s interest immediately piqued now that the conversation involved her new family. “As what?”“As an intern but placed as my secretary.” Ethan’s grin was downright smug, like he knew he had just gained the upper hand.My mother’s sigh was loud and grating, her disapproval evident. “A secretary? Really?” She shook her head with a patronizing smile. “Well, I suppose it’s a step up from…whatever you were doing before.”My jaw tightened, my teeth clenching so hard I thought they might crack.And, of course, she wasn’t done.“And what was she doing?” Ethan ask
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Rachel's condescending voice cut me short. “Sophia, will you let my father talk to my brother or not?” I couldn't help but roll my eyes while Ethan had his usual unreadable expression, he looked regal and detached, like he had practiced that mask in front of a mirror. But I knew him too well, I know how much work it took him to keep everything in control, I couldn't see that there was a twitch at the corner of his mouth, I noticed the way he was tightening his jaw and I could sense that he was anything but calm.Mr Blackwood just cleared his throat as his eyes went straight to me. “Come with me Ethan,” his tone was flat and commanding, as he was leaving no room for argument. Everyone was silent looking between Ethan and I waiting to see what would happen.Ethan walked towards me with a silent plea in his eyes.“Please, Sophie. Just this once… stay out of it.”His words hurt, but I gave him a look that told him that I wasn't comfortable with him being alone with his father, for all
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Lorna’s eyes shifted to him slowly, and the sorrow etched into her face made my chest tighten. She looked like someone who’d lived with the truth for too long, and it had started to rot inside her.“He isolated her,” Lorna said. “At first, it was subtle. He convinced her not to go to her usual doctor. Said he knew someone more experienced, someone who ‘specialized in stress-related issues.’ She was hesitant, but he insisted. Claimed it was best for the baby.” She turned to Ethan “Best for you.”She turned to me then, her voice sharper and deadly bitter. “But that doctor… he was a joke. No credentials we could ever confirm. Always gave vague results, told her the tests were fine even when she could barely walk without holding onto something. I told her it wasn’t right. Told her to get a second opinion. But Robert didn’t let her.”Ethan’s jaw clenched. I could see it working as he gritted his teeth.“He told her she was imagining things. That she was paranoid. That stress was making her
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Sophie's POVLorna’s fingers twisting a worn-out tissue, and I could already tell she wasn’t sure if she should speak. I could tell she was already getting emotional as I watched her lips tremble as she finally drew in a shaky breath.Ethan hands resting on the steering wheel even though we weren’t going anywhere, be looked very agitated as if he knew he wasn't going to like what he was about to hear.“Lorna please.” I begged. “I know this is hard for you but Ethan needs answers.”She nodded her head and sighed.“She met him in school… your mother. God, she was brilliant. Soft-spoken but sharp. She could silence a room with just one look.” She was looking at Ethan with a sparkle in her eyes as if she was seeing his mother in him.Ethan didn’t move, but I could feel him getting agitated. I turned slightly in my seat, I turned my body to face her as Lorna spoke.“Your father was a scholarship student, an orphan but was deadly smart, your grandfather sponsored him and your mother took i
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I looked at her curiously and wanted obviously to know more as I stepped forward slowly.I bent down to her level to see what see was reading as hands hovered above the page like I was afraid it might burn or something “Let me see it,” I said, shocked that my own voice didn’t sound like mine.She didn’t hesitate, he just held it out with no warning or pause.I took the diary and read“I tried to protect him. God knows I did. But the day he walked into my room with the bottle, asking why it had Daddy’s name on it, I knew I was losing grip. Ethan was only six and he already understood too much I guess children are too observant, and maybe he inherited more than just his father’s eyes.”Everything blurred, the diary slipped from my hands and landed with a thud.Sophie bent to pick it up, but I stepped back.“No.”“Ethan—”“I need to think.”I moved toward the window, pressing my palm to the glass, my forehead against it. “I don’t remember any bottle,” I whispered. “But I remember her c
