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I freeze on my seat, my entire body goes stiff. But my heart lurches and a wave of heat washes through me. I find myself leaning further into the kiss and breathing in the delicious scent of the stranger. He smells so good, so tasteful and so perfect. His lips, my God, his lips are heavenly, warm and delightful. This is so wrong. Why do I feel good about being kissed by a strange man? He pulls away from me and I want to whimper from disappointment. The man locks gazes with me as if he's searching for something in my eyes. His mouth parts slightly open, letting a ragged gasp escape and caress my face. I shudder at the touch of his hot breath and feel my legs weaken. He's gorgeous—I want to say out loud. Dreamy grey eyes, beautiful, soft yet masculine features and lips that call my name without uttering a word. His powerful scent, his aura, everything about him is drawing me in. It's either that or the cocktail is taking a toll on me. "I've missed you, my little vixen," the man purrs against my ear, tracing delicate patterns on my arm. My eyes widen and my mouth hangs open, frozen like my face has been temporarily paralyzed. Is he mistaking me for someone else? I swallow harder than I've ever done in my life, completely overwhelmed by his closeness and the absurdity of this situation. I can't even find the voice to ask questions right now. I'm enjoying this a little too much. I just want to taste his lips again. Standing up, I bring my hands to his face and kiss him harder than he kissed me. He's rigid for a second or two but he makes up for it by running his hands over my back and sliding them to my ass. I thrust my tongue in his mouth and he gladly sucks on it, making me moan against his lips with total disregard for our surroundings. A sharp, bitter voice disrupts our moment. "You son of a bitch!" I come face-to-face with a woman whose glare could cut through steel. She's seething with red hot anger, her eyes darting between me and the stranger. "So this thing is why you've been avoiding me all week?" She snarls, pointing at me. What the...? I glance at the man standing so close to me but he doesn't seem at all bothered. "You'll regret this! I promise you!" The woman yells before storming out of the bar. I'm left to wonder what all of that was about. Did this man just cheat on that woman with me? Or is it something else? The man in question turns to me and just as I'm about to open my mouth to speak, he brings out a wad of cash from his jacket and places it firmly in my palm. Okay now, double confusion! I stare at the bundle of hundred dollar bills in my hand, my jaw dropping open and my brows furrowing. "What is this?" I finally ask, struggling to comprehend what's going on right now. "Money," he replies in a condescending tone and in a rich, sultry British accent. Ugh! Like I don't know what money is. I manage to choke out a single word, still looking confused as hell. "Why?" "For playing along. You helped me get rid of her. This is payment for your services." I would've swooned about how his voice rolls off his tongue like butter melting on a hot muffin and how his dash of arrogance only makes his accent more seductive had I not been slightly infuriated. "Services? You think I'm some kind of hooker?" I bark, handing him back his money. I can't believe he used me to get rid of his girlfriend. He just shrugs and dips his hands in his pockets, refusing to take back his money. "Call it what you want. You played your part and now you're getting paid." With that, he turns away and leaves me standing there. What a jerk! A hot, good-looking, bloody British jerk! I go back to drinking and with every sip and gulp of my cocktail, that man is the only thing I can think about. Kissing him did wonders to my body. I can't help but imagine how it'd feel if I fucked him. He's the perfect tool for my revenge. He might be a jerk but he's perfect. None of the other men sitting here drinking catches my eye like he did. I want to get back at Henry so bad and I want to feel good while doing it. I must find that man. I need to have him tonight. I can tolerate his arrogance and cockiness if it means I get what I want. Revenge tastes sweeter when it's mixed with pleasure and that man is definitely going to give me both. I down the last of my cocktail, feeling the liquid burn in my throat and begin my search for the man. I'm hellbent on finding him. Henry won't know what hit him. After scanning the bar and waiting there for almost an hour, I go over to the receptionist to inquire about the guy. I don't even know his name. All I've got is a vivid description. I'm not surprised the receptionist refuses to divulge any information, not even when I plead with her and almost fake tears. "It's against hotel policy," she says repeatedly. I give up, tired, defeated and tipsy. I take the keys to the room Henry booked for our honeymoon and stride there. As I'm fumbling with the lock, the door next to mine opens up and I catch a glimpse of the same man I've been looking for. He goes back in immediately after responding to the room service call. I can't believe my luck! Without a second thought, I'm marching over to his door and raising my hand to knock. I don't know what possessed me to do this but I bang hard against his door with a force that would wake a hibernating bear. But then a rush of nerves suddenly washes over me. Is this really what I want? What am I even going to say to him? But it's too late for second thoughts now. The door swings open and there he is, standing there in nothing but a towel. Fuck, he's so hot, so ripped to the point where his body looks like it's been carved out of marble. Skin glistening, muscles rippling, piercing grey eyes that could undress you a mile away! His dark hair, dishevelled and damp, is just begging to be run through and I want to— "You again?" His icy voice jolts me to my senses. He looks slightly annoyed, with his eyes fixed on me like I'm some sort of inconvenience. "What do you want now?" I don't know how to answer his question without sounding like a total fool. I've never done anything like this before. I'm just going to come out and say it. I take a deep breath and reply, "I want you." Before he can respond, I close the distance between us, pressing my lips against his. He stiffens for a moment, taken aback by my boldness but he quickly recovers, his mouth opening against mine. He kisses me back with a hunger and a need that matches my own, his hands finding my hips and pulling me into his chest. He backs me into his room, the door shutting behind us while his lips move hungrily over my face, down my neck. His hands are everywhere, pulling at the zipper of my dress, sliding it off my shoulders, baring my skin for him to do as he pleases. I feel like I'm on fire, my body lighting up with every touch. I gasp breathlessly when he lowers me onto the bed and rips my panties off my legs. His eyes darken with lust, his lips and hands claiming my breasts, my neck, my stomach, my ass and now working on my most sensitive spot. "Your lips... they taste so good." He groans against my lips, pushing his fingers deeper in between my thighs. I moan and hold on to him like he's my lifeline. He caresses my mound and slides a finger in between my wet pussy folds. "Do these lips also taste good?" The next thing that comes out of my mouth leaves me shocked. I've spent just a few moments with this man and I'm already acting like a depraved slut. I can't explain it. All I can say is I look him in the eye and tell him with the most confidence I've ever worn, "Why don't you taste them and find out?"༺RAYNE༻ The dark, fierce look in his eyes becomes more intense and my body trembles. I've never been naked in front of any man other than Henry. And oddly, I've never felt this good at the thought of getting fucked before. He lowers his head to the centre of my thighs and roughly spreads them apart. When his hot breath grazes my sleek folds, I want to melt. I part my legs wider, giving him all the access he needs to do his dirty work on me. Henry rarely ever went down on me. He claimed it's too disgusting yet he pressured me to suck him off a lot. My hot British jerk starts caressing my mound, running his fingers over my fleshy smoothness. I had shaved thoroughly for my wedding night and even went as far as waxing my bikini line, hoping to impress Henry. I never thought I'd be letting another man have it let alone a total stranger. This is thrilling and I'm so turned on right now. I forget for a while that I'm doing this for revenge. How can I not when he's touching me like he
༺RAYNE༻ It’s been a week since my life came crashing down. I’m broke, homeless and devastated. But at least I’ve got a roof over my head. Even if it’s a cheap dirty motel that could definitely pass off as a brothel. Thanks to the money that man had given me, I was able to pay for accommodation, get a few clothes and food. And now, I’m at the brink of being kicked out of the motel. I’ve also run out of my medication. I never would’ve thought my life would ever come down to this. I’ll never forgive you, Henry! The only fortunate thing about my miserable life right now is that I still have a job. I started working as an assistant secretary at Everhart Investments a few months before my wedding. It’s among the largest investment banks in the world. And like a fool, I deposited all the money I made into my and Henry’s joint account for our wedding. I trusted him blindly. Now look where it has gotten me. I’m back at work. I have to get my life together although, I’m not sure how
༺RAYNE༻ My eyes open groggily to find a man in a white coat standing next to me. I take in my surroundings. I inhale a deep breath when it dawns on me that I'm in a hospital. How did I get here? “Hello, Miss Sullivan,” the doctor speaks, observing me. “How long have I been out?” I mumble. “Just a few hours,” he responds. “It appears you have severe diabetes, type 1 diabetes to be exact. Your blood sugar levels were critically low but we got it under control. It seems you've been neglecting your treatment and it took a toll on your body.” I've been expecting this to happen but I dreaded it. I've got no money for my insulin injections and other medications. “How did I get here?” “A man brought you in this morning. He goes by the name Liam Everhart. He covered all of your expenses and paid for your follow-up treatment and medications. He's quite concerned about your health.” The mention of Liam's name takes me by surprise. He really paid for all of this? Why would he? H
༺RAYNE༻ I blink once, my mouth parting wide open. I blink again, my eyes roaming over Mr Everhart’s face. And in that instant, I burst into a loud, hearty laugh. Heaven knows I haven’t laughed this hard in ages. “Oh, Mr Everhart, I didn’t realize you had a sense of humour,” I say, shaking my head as my laugh fades into a low chuckle. Mr Everhart glares at me, one of his eyebrows wrinkled. “Excuse me?” My chuckle wears off into a half smile. “I’m sorry… It’s just… What you said is very funny.” His lips twist into a frown and his jaw tightens. He stares me down like a man assessing some secondhand goods, wondering whether they’re worth the price on them. The stern look on his face makes me buckle up. I clear my throat and adjust my sitting position, moving slightly away from him. He doesn’t tear his gaze from me and it’s making me really uncomfortable now. “What do you take me for? A clown? A stand-up comedian?” he snarls. I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. I
༺RAYNE༻ I’m temporarily lost for words and I’m certain my face must’ve twisted in shock like a clown in a kid’s birthday party. My jaw slackens and my eyes probably look like they’re ready to pop out of their sockets. “$10 million?!” I say in a squeak, my mouth instantly watering. Mr Everhart nods. I snatch the papers I’d tossed and begin skimming through them like a hawk. And then I see it written in bold—$10,000,000. How on earth did I skip this? That’s such a ridiculously large amount. I can’t believe he’s willing to throw it away just like that. This marriage must really mean that much to him. He must be desperate or crazy—or both. But why me? Mr Everhart carries on, still calm as ever. “And that’s not even counting the other perks that come with being my wife. Lifetime health insurance, a generous monthly stipend,” he pauses and then adds, “basically anything you want. All you have to do is be my wife for one year.” My heart starts beating like a marching band. I bite my l
༺RAYNE༻ Liam takes me from city hall to his house, a ridiculously huge mansion in the upper east side of New York City, the part of town where only the super-duper rich people live. I can't stop myself from staring at the place. It's breathtaking. “If you're done gawking, you can come inside now.” Liam's irritating voice ruins the moment for me. Ugh! He's so annoying and so arrogant! I roll my eyes at his back and stick my tongue out when he's not looking. He walks ahead of me while his bodyguard is just right behind me like a big, burly watchdog. I follow Liam up the beautiful sweeping staircase at the entrance and through the large wooden doors. As soon as I step inside the foyer, I gasp like a goldfish out of water. The mansion is a billionaire’s paradise! My eyes dance all over the place, admiring the interior and I walk further into the living room. There are quite a lot of chandeliers, all glittering like magical, light-up disco balls. The artwork on the walls looks like i
༺RAYNE༻“Get ready. We’re going shopping,” Liam informs me, not even meeting my gaze. He turns his back to me and mutters something to Derek, his bodyguard.I nod as if he can see me and go to my room to get changed. I pick a plain black dress from my bag, slip it on and glare into the mirror. Satisfied with my simple look, I stride to the living room where I find Liam on the phone waiting for me.His eyes rake my body slowly as he gets off the phone. “Let’s go,” he gruffs, leading the way to the garage.It’s very spacious, with a wide collection of luxury cars―Mercedes Benz, Rolls Royce Cullinan, Bugatti Veyron and others I’m not very familiar with. He opts for his BMW and lets me get in first.It’s been three days since I began living with Liam and I have to say it’s been pretty great. Although I didn’t see much of him, I kept myself occupied with exploring the house, stuffing my faces in delicious food and stuff like that.I haven’t really spoken to Liam since the day I got here. B
༺RAYNE༻ Liam takes a hold of my arm and yanks me towards him. Still gripping my arm, he spins me, causing me to back him. And then he leans downwards, his body close enough that I can feel his heat seeping into me. I shiver when his hot breath fans my ear. He holds my blonde hair in a handful and pushes it to one side, leaving the other side of my neck bare. His fingers slowly trail patterns across my shoulders and work their way to my neck. His touch turns me into a puddle of molten desire. My body freezes for a moment and I'm unable to make sense of what's happening. Liam brings his fingers to my arm, grazing my skin upwards while lowering his face to mine from behind. And his breath. Oh my God, his breath on my neck makes goosebumps dance along my skin like excited children. I think he's going to do what he said he'd do. The thought is awfully thrilling but terrifying at the same time. I don't want him thinking he can get in between my legs whenever he wants. I'm still a person