I wasn’t going to waste my dress. I looked too damn good to cry alone in my crummy little apartment.
So I took the unopened bottle of wine from the restaurant and found myself in a run-down bar, the kind of place where people drank to forget how life gave them the middle finger. And I needed to forget. The bartender eyed me like I had lost my mind when I set the bottle on the counter. “Can you open this for me?” I asked. He let out a short, unimpressed laugh. “Are you serious?” I nodded. He sighed, shaking his head. “Lady, this is a bar. We sell drinks here. You can’t just bring your own and expect service.” Embarrassment burned my skin. I hadn’t thought about that. “I—” “Put it on my tab.” The voice was smooth, deep, effortless. A quiet command that sent a shiver down my spine. I turned. Piercing gray eyes met mine, steady and unreadable. Damn! I was a sucker for coloured eyes. He smirked. I almost forgot I was meant to be heartbroken, I couldn't blame myself when he was sharp and refined in a tailored three-piece suit that did not belong in a place like this. People moved for him. Women watched him. But his smirk was lazy, as if he knew he was bigger than everyone here, and that smirk was for me. The bartender sighed again but took the bottle and uncorked it. “Whatever you say, boss.” The man poured a glass and slid it toward me before pouring one for himself. Then, he raised his glass, tilting his head slightly. “What’s a pretty little lady doing here alone?” I should have ignored him. Should have reminded myself why men like him who were dangerous, unreadable were the last thing I needed right now. But when he smiled at me, all perfect and slow, my heart damn near stopped. I lifted my glass. “Drinking.” His smirk deepened. “Then let’s drink.” And just like that, the night really began. *** “Do you make it a habit of walking over to pretty ladies?” “Only when she’s drop-dead gorgeous and looks like she needs a distraction,” he said smoothly, that lazy smirk playing on his lips. I needed to act uninterested. That was the beginner’s lesson in keeping a man on his tippy toes. So, I scoffed, barely sparing him a glance as I swirled the ice in my glass. “And you look like you have a habit of handing them out.” “Guilty. But I only offer them to women who catch my attention.” I finally turned my full attention to him, arching a brow. “And I caught your attention?” “From the moment I walked in,” he admitted shamelessly, letting his gaze linger on my lips and then on the bare skin of my shoulder right before flicking back to my eyes. The way he looked at me sent a sharp pulse of heat straight between my legs. He looked like he wanted to fuck me dirty, and with my state of mind, I would let him do whatever he wanted to me. “Now tell me, what’s a woman like you doing alone on a night like this?” I exhaled sharply, debating whether I wanted to entertain this conversation. But then, fuck it. What were the chances that a man this hot would be interested in a little girl like me? And I mean I couldn't even keep my boyfriend interested. But then again, this stranger was very easy to talk to. “It’s my birthday,” I said matter-of-factly. His brows lifted slightly, and I noticed the flicker of pity in his expression. “And you’re spending it alone?” I let out a bitter laugh. “Well, I was supposed to spend it with my boyfriend. Untill he and my best friend decided fucking eachother after prom was more important than showing up” I had just off-loaded my entire villain origin story on his man. His expression darkened. “Your best friend?” “Best girlfriend,” I corrected, downing the last of my drink. “So, yeah, happy birthday to me.” He studied me for a long moment, and then, without breaking eye contact, he reached for my hand. And then his soft, warm lips brushed over my knuckles. The gesture was simple, but it was enough to send shivers rolling through me. “I’m Ethan,” he said. No surname, no middle name. Just Ethan. It gave me boy-next-door vibes, made me feel comfortable. “Sophia,” I replied. “Sophia,” he murmured, tasting my name. “If I had you, I would never be stupid enough to want anyone else.” Heat coiled low in my stomach, my face burning. I should have laughed it off. Should have ignored the way my skin tingle under his touch. But the alcohol, the pain, and the undeniable pull between us made it impossible. So, I let him stay. And just like that, we talked. And Ethan was something else. Funny and charming, it also didn't help that he was a looker, he made the pain a little more bearable. He lifted his glass, taking a slow sip, his piercing gaze never leaving mine. Then, with a smirk playing on his lips, he tilted his head slightly. “So, how many more drinks will it take before you let me take you home?” I let out a sharp laugh, shaking my head. “I don’t need any more drinks for that.” I didn’t even know why I said that. But I didn’t regret it. His smirk deepened. “Good to know.” His words felt like a challenge. What if he asked me to go home with him? It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t even a decision. I just knew I didn’t want the night with him to end. I should have been offended, maybe even rolled my eyes and walked away. But instead, I found myself gripping my glass a little tighter, my pulse quickening. I wondered if he noticed. His fingers traced the rim of his glass as he leaned in, lowering his voice just enough to send a shiver down my spine. “Then let me help you forget your douchebag boyfriend.” Forget. It was tempting. Too tempting. I could let this man who was a ridiculously confident stranger that I was obviously attracted to distract me for a night. Just one night where I wasn’t the girl who got betrayed, who felt small and replaceable. I stared at him, my heart pounding, the club fading into background noise. Then, slowly, I exhaled. “Okay.” His smirk turned wicked. I was going to get fucked by this handsome stranger. “Lead the way, Ethan.” I was about to make the best mistake of my life, and I was not going to regret it.The 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
The first few days were unbearable. I woke up each morning with an unbearable pain in my chest, I would instinctively reaching for my phone only to find nothing. No missed calls, no apologies, not even a half-hearted excuse from Alex or Lily. It was like I had ceased to exist. At first, I told myself they needed time. Maybe they felt guilty. Maybe they would realize what they had done and try to fix it. But as the hours stretched into days, the truth became painfully clear. They weren’t coming back. They had erased me as easily as deleting a message. And I was done waiting. On the fourth morning, I blocked them both. No hesitation. No dramatic farewell text. Just a simple tap of my finger, cutting them out like they should have never been there in the first place. It wasn’t instant relief, but it was a start. I threw myself into anything to keep my mind from going back to them. My late nights weren’t for crying anymore; they were for prepping interview answers, reading articles o
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
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
I heard the words, but my brain refused to process them. Ethan. My stepbrother. No. Fucking. Way. The restaurant spun around me, my mother's voice fading into the background. My legs refused to move, but finally, I forced them forward. As soon as I reached the table, she looped her arm around mine, her grip too tight, too controlling. "Everyone, this is my daughter, Sophia." I barely had time to register the older man sitting beside her before she gestured toward him with a manicured hand. "This is Robert Blackwood, my fiancé." "And this is his son, Ethan. But I’m sure you already know that." I didn’t miss her wink. Then she gestured toward a girl sitting beside Ethan. "And this is Rachel, his daughter." Rachel looked just like her father, but I barely spared her a glance. Because my attention was locked on Ethan. His smirk was slow, knowing. “Looks like we’re family now, little sister.” Rachel smiled warmly, completely unaware of the earth-shattering bomb that had just b
Avoiding Ethan was impossible.I tried. I really did.He was always there, impossible to ignore, always throwing in some comments that got under my skin. But as much as he irritated me, my mother was worse she was practically draping herself over Robert. I knew they were getting married soon, but still.My mother had a toxic talent: luring in old, bored men with her hourglass figure. I had inherited the same shape, but unlike her, I preferred to cover it up rather than flaunt it.She played the part of the long-suffering woman who had raised her daughter alone, and that was exactly why she needed me here today. But I knew how this worked. She would get bored after six months, divorce him, and if she was lucky, walk away with half his money or at least the expensive gifts.That’s how we went from a trailer to a suburban house in three years. And now? Now she owns a mansion.One would think I am being too harsh on her, but stick around and see for yourself.I kept my focus on Rachel, pr
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
Ethan found his way to my side, his demeanor annoyingly relaxed. "You don't look pleased at all?" he murmured, his voice laced with amusement, of course I knew he didn't give two shits about me, this was all part of his sick game I forced a tight smile. "Just tired. It has been a very long day." He knew I was talking about the hell of an interview, so he smirked. I knew he was was still hellbent on turning me into the joke of the dinner. I hated how he looked so handsome. Then again, the devil was once the most beautiful angel. "Hope you're njoying yourself?" he asked, changing the topic with that fake innocence in his voice. “I guess so?” I shrugged, uninterested in entertaining him. “You guess so? You're at a Michelin-star restaurant Little Sophie.” I raised my eyebrow at that nickname, 'Little Sophie' but I don't know why I found myself liking it. I rolled my eyes before I could control it, but there wasn’t any reason to be rude to him, not yet anyways So I mustered a p
“Can you please let me in? I’m already late, and you know how Mr. Blackwood gets with his employees being late”I tried to keep the frustration out of my voice, but the way she was looking at me like she knew something I didn’t made my skin itch.Her smirk widened at the mention of Ethan's name. “Rough morning?”I blinked, caught off guard. “You… could say that.”Oh, she had no idea how rough my morning had been.She hummed, eyes lingering on me in that irritating, knowing way. “Mmm.”What the hell was that supposed to mean? Was a ‘mmm’ going to get me inside? I clenched my jaw, my patience running very low. “So… Can you let me in?”She tapped a perfectly manicured nail against the desk, her smirk deepening. “Are you sure you belong here?”I pressed my hand on my forehead wanting to scream out my frustration at her.What. The. Hell.Didn’t she just call me by my name a minute ago?I narrowed my eyes. “Excuse me?”She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice as if she was about to let m
I should’ve just stayed in bed, and I wasn't even kidding.I knew today was going to be a mess the second I woke up, and the drama that happened just proved everything to be true. To make matters worse, I was already running late. My hair wouldn’t cooperate and stay in a freaking bun, my shirt had a wrinkle that refused to smooth out, and to top it all off, Ethan still hadn’t replied to my text.Looked like I was having the worst day on planet fucking Earth.I was checking my phone the whole ride to work, waiting for a reply from Ethan, or even a call from my mother telling me that what happened yesterday was one of her crazy attention-seeking stunts.But something told me that it wasn't.I checked my phone again, and still—nothing. The one time I needed Ethan to actually text me, he hadn’t sent a single reply.“Are you okay, miss?” The taxi driver asked, and I could see him watching me from the rearview mirror and he wasn't even hiding the fact that he was watching me.Jeez. Was I re
I woke up to the smell of coffee and something frying in the kitchen which incredibly unusual.I sniffed again and identified it as pancakes and bacon. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming or that I was being robbed and the thief was kind enough to make breakfast, because that was a more realistic explanation to what was happening because Veronica Carter didn’t cook. Not unless she was trying to impress someone.I wasn't even sure if she could do any domestic work.I sat up still feeling sleepy, rubbing my eyes, and then I saw her.Mom stood by the stove, dressed in a fitted cream blouse and tailored pants, looking like she had just stepped out of a magazine.Damn, who on earth was able to look this put together this early in the morning? Her hair, which had been a disaster last night, was now sleek and straight, her makeup flawless. She even had on a pair of pearl earrings.I didn't even know if I owned a hair straightener, because how on earth was she able to do this, and where di
Even as I walked home I was still grinning earlier to eat as I entered the taxi, my phone buzzed with a text from Ethan.Ethan: Remember tomorrow is Friday.Me: Looks like someone's excited.He didn't reply, he didn't need to be ahse the first sentence was enough to make my heart flip in my tiny little chest. I bit my lip, trying not to blush as the taxi driver did this thing. There was something perfect when your driver didn't try to engage in small talk, it just makes me want to give a full five stars.Finally I had reached my stop, I came down from the car as I hurried up the steps to my apartment. Tomorrow meant I was staying over meaning that I would be wrapped up in his sheets, waking up to him. The thought alone was to send me into overdrive But the second I looked up, the happiness I was feeling in my chest vanished.Right outside my apartment door was my mother looking like she was run over by a truck.Her legs were folded in a way that made it seem as if she had just coll
Chapter X: His multi purpose tongue “Are you going to be shy?” He asked as I shook my head representing a no.But it was obvious that my answer didn't satisfy him as his grip on my thighs tightened, I was sure that he would leave a mark “N-no I'm not going to be shy.” Who was I kidding, I was beyond shy, but with the way he looked at me with a satisfied smirk I knew this was going to be amazing."Good." He said in a monotone.Without any warning he lowered his head trailing kisses on my thighs, my hands involuntarily touched his hair guiding him to where I wanted it.I could feel him smirking as he was kicking on my thighs.I felt immediately insecure, what if I smelt weird? or the tiny bit of hair icked him out? What if I didn't like it?But with the way he looked at me, every doubt cleared my mind, his tongue then kissed my labia, fuck! I didn't know that can feel so amazing.I felt his tongue enter into me kissing my clitoris as I held his hair tighter begging him to keep going.
Worked continued like normal as it was almost as if we weren't popping champagne thirty minutes ago, everyone was busy with their ken thing while I was reviewing emails for Ethan.My phone buzzed again, I rolled my eyes because I didn't even need to look at the screen to know that it was Ethan.But I needed to know what the message was, I looked and and not surprisingly, it was a text from him.Ethan: My office now. Now.I stood up and went to his office wondering what Mr. Needy ass wanted now.I stepped into the room to find him leaning against the table, with his arms crossed and sleeves rolled up like he was about to fix a problem himself. He looked at me and smiled, like he genuinely smiled at me, it wasn't a smirk or anything he would normally do “You took your sweet time,” he said.“You texted two minutes ago,” I shot back. “Relax and besides I was looking at your emails.”He looked as if he had the perfect reply in mind but surprisingly he didn’t push further Instead, he gest
Finally, the applauded stopped and I not so quietly left the stage, I scanned the conference room for Rachel but she was no where to be found.If really needed a mental anchor but there was no one else but Rachel.It was too bad she wasn't here but if it got to sticking her nose in I and Ethan's business, she would miraculously be present.Everyone was glaring at me, even after Ethan moved on to discuss logistics and next steps, I could feel their eyes and even hear the accusations, from people who couldn’t stand the fact that I was the one standing beside him.Let them hate, after all that was all they could do after all it wasn't as if they could take this merger deal from me.I sipped my champagne slowly, allowing the bubbles to linger in my throat because no matter what they thought or what they gossiped, it would still go down in history books that I had won.The gossip didn't change the fact that I had secured the merger, and stood at the front of this room not because of Etha
It was ridiculous how quickly things moved. Yesterday I was in a five star hotel overseas with Ethan while today I stood in the conference room with glass walls surrounded by people who thought I was unworthy of sharing the same air as them and wanted me to fail.How perfect…But if I was being really honest with myself, I didn't want to ever leave the phillipines, it was a magical place and now it held memories.By memories, I meant that the image of Ethan fucking me more times than I could count was forced embedded in my mind.The moment we landed, Ethan didn't even have a moment of rest, he was busy with meetings and phone calls, finalizing the last details of the merger. And now, here we were in the so-called victory part of the deal.He wanted to start the planning phase immediately, without any time wasted but first we had to celebrate Ethan Blackwood style.The once boring conference halls now had a long table in the center, set with champagne flutes and trays of hors d’oeuvr
I took my time to study her since she wasn't replying, she still looked incredibly beautiful but this time she didn't have that smug look she did at the business meeting.Maybe she wouldn't try so hard to embarrass me this time.She wore a white sequin dress that did wonders to her figure and her high heels made her look incredibly tall, I wanted to touch her hair and ask her what she did to get it to be straight like that, but I quickly pinched myself remembering that she was the enemy.“Of course you should, you helped your company secure a million dollar deal that is impressive.”I was trying to get her angel, was she trying to get on my good side now that Mr. Ventura is on our side or does she have a trick up her sleeve.I decide to also play her game"I guess you're right.” I said with a plastered smile on my facem “I guess winning after someone tries so hard to make me lose feels even better."I gave her an innocent smile before I then met her gaze, she knew I was right, after