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2025-04-18 23:53:38“Let me make this clear…” He stepped closer.
“It is either you take this off…” His hand curled into my blouse. “… Or I do it for you.”
I wasn’t going to sleep with a stranger I just met few minutes ago.
He waited.
One, Two— and Snap.
He grabbed my shirt, tearing it down the middle. Buttons flew across the room.
I whimpered. I didn’t mean to — but it slipped out.
His fingers locked under my chin forcing me to look at him.
“You are not some virgin,” he growled.
“So stop pretending.”
∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞
He was already in the middle of his peak, thrusting and slamming himself into her.
She bit down on her fingers, stopping herself from moaning.
He let out deep groan as he reached his peak.
Finally.
Clarity rushed to him like a floodlight. His eyes tore wide. The woman beneath him wasn’t who he thought she was.
“Who the fuck are you?!”
∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ALICIA∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞
My eyes snapped open with a throbbing pain on my side. The last thing I remembered was him asking me a question,
What was it?
Fuck! I really did sleep with a man I just met.
I turned to my side only to find the man I slept with gone. Perfect time to make a run for it. I threw the money into my bag and slipped into my clothes.
Just as I was about to leave the room, I felt red light spill in from another room. I dropped my bag to the floor and walked towards the room. The more I got closer the more unsafe it felt.
The door swung backwards with a tiny creak.
The room flooded with painting canvas, each one perched on an easel. And each one hidden behind a veil.
But one stood out among the rest, it was larger and it seemed like it had just been worked on. I reached out to find out what was behind it.
∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞THEODORE∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞
I entered the room and froze at the empty bed.
“Shit! She wouldn’t”
My eyes darted to the red room and I was right.
“Looking for something?”
She was seconds away from revealing what was hidden on the canvas. But my voice yanked her back to reality. She jolted and sent a canvas crashing to the ground.
“I am so sorry. Please, let me fix this.” she tried to pick it up from the ground but I grabbed her hand dragging her out of the room.
“Who do you think you are, snooping around in my—”
I froze.
I can see her face.
My fingers tapped against the cold glass of my whiskey tumbler. The drink had long lost its burn, drowned in the ice that melted while my thoughts spiraled elsewhere.
Alicia.
It wasn't just the way she felt beneath mr, it was something else. The way the world sharpened when I looked at her.
It had been years since anyone had been that clear to me. Before the accident happened.
I exhaled, tilting my head back. I turned to my phone. Two numbers stared back at me. One was the escort service. The number I was supposed to call that night. The other... Alicia's.
They were almost identical. Just one wrong digit.
I scowled at myself. How could I have made such a mistake? I wasn't that careless.
Another thought crept in.
What if it wasn't a mistake?
What if, for once, fate wasn't laughing at me—but working in my favor?
My lips curled slightly. If so, I had no complaints.
But after all these years why was it now I started seeing faces? And why was it only hers I could see?
I thought I was finally healed and had ran out to see the miracle. But the remaining faces were blurred. And when I came back she was gone.
His fingers hovered over her number.
The phone rang.
The screen flashed with a name.
Lucas Calloway.
I frowned. Lucas was the company's Director of Public Relations. He never called unless the building was on fire—metaphorically or literally.
I answered. "What?"
Lucas exhaled sharply. "Boss, tell me you've seen the news."
"What is it, I don't have time for stalling."
"Yeah? Well, you're about to have time for a board meeting. They just called one. Because of this."
A sharp ping. I opened the link.
And there she was. Veronica.
Lounging in a silk robe, full face of makeup, just the right amount of dramatics to look devastated.
She spoke.
"I just... I can't do this anymore." A shaky breath.
"You guys know me. You know I don't usually air my personal life. But I have to say this, because women need to be warned."
She sniffled. Looked away like she was so emotionally torn about spilling the truth.
And then—
"Theodore Winston is a fucking machine."
Lucas cursed under his breath. "It gets worse."
Veronica continued, her voice trembled with raw emotions.
"He doesn't care. He doesn't feel. You're just another warm body to him. He's cold, heartless—like a sex machine on autopilot."
A dramatic pause.
"And I just feel so used. So used."
The comment section was exploding.
✧ Is she seriously complaining about this?
✧ Girl, drop the link to his number.
✧ You mean to tell me he doesn't do small talk??
✧ Instant husband material.
✧ She's mad because he didn't text back LMAO.
✧ Wait... she's crying about a one-night stand??
✧ This man was running an underground Playboy Mansion and I wasn't invited???
Lucas sighed. "Half the internet is mocking her, the other half is questioning how many women you've left heartbroken. The board is worried it'll reflect poorly on the company."
I stared at the screen, unfazed.
"They already called for a board meeting."
"A board meeting? Because some actress I discarded wants to stir up a scandal?"
I closed the video and exhaled slowly.
This wasn't just about Veronica. This was about my public image and control.
And for the first time in a long time, I felt it slipping.
No sex meant no faces. And if I walked into that boardroom tomorrow, surrounded by a sea of blurred, unrecognizable figures, I'd be vulnerable.
My grip tightened around the phone.
One solution. One person. Alicia.
Before I could second-guess himself, I hit call.
The line rang once. Twice. Then—
"What do you want?"
Her voice was sharper than before, quite guarded. I leaned back in my chair. "Are you available?"
"You really think I'm—" She stopped herself, inhaling sharply. When she spoke again, her voice was firm.
"I am not what you think I am. Don't call me again."
The line went dead.
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