Sore.That's what Gigi felt when she woke up. She was sore all over, especially her flower. Sore but satisfied.Her womanhood felt like a soft, withering flower. Even her joints and hips ached. Who wouldn’t be sore after indulging in each other’s bodies until morning?She remembered last night so vividly, even though she had been drunk. Her intoxication vanished as soon as things started heating up. He was like a Roman warrior last night—he conquered every inch of her body. He didn’t leave a single spot untouched, not even her armpits; he left his mark on every part of her.She remembered how he moaned and groaned like a wounded animal when he finally reached his peak.Gigi winced as she tried to move her body. She felt weak and soft. What time had they even finished this morning? That man was an animal in bed—no wonder he paid a hefty price. Apparently, the fee even came with a massage. Gigi shook her head.But admit it, you hypocrite—you enjoyed every second of it last night!Gigi b
King’s LairA sex club only for the elite. King’s Lair is where members from high society unleash their wildest fantasies. The club’s members are carefully selected—only those at the top can enter. From filthy rich businessmen and famous celebrities to corrupt politicians, it was a place for people who maintained a spotless public reputation but hid dark, carnal secrets.The lair was located in a secluded, high-end subdivision—far from the prying, judgmental eyes of the public. It was a place where the nastiest and kinkiest desires came true. Inside the lair, no one would judge you; you could be whoever you wanted to be. The owner was anonymous, but rumors said he was a very powerful man—a member of the untouchables.Every corner of the club was filled with naked people wandering freely. Members could have sex with whomever they wanted, as long as there was consent. Couples having sex in the open or wild orgies were common sights in the clubhouse. Everything seen and heard inside was
Gigi adjusted her tube dress while staring at her reflection in the mirror. When Alfie called and asked her to join him for a drink with his friends, she immediately asked who would be there.It had been three days since she last saw him, and whether she admitted it or not, she missed him. And she knew she shouldn’t feel that way toward a client. It was a golden rule for her never to develop an emotional attachment to men who only saw her as a sexual object. But it seemed like she had broken her own rule.The intensity of his gaze, his masculine scent, and most of all, the sensual way he groaned while thrusting inside her. She had never seen such a sexy man in her entire life.When she spotted him earlier, the butterflies in her stomach went wild. Her heartbeat quickened, making it hard to breathe, and her core ached in anticipation as their eyes met—his dark ones piercing into her light ones.Sugar ran the red lipstick across her lips, pressed them together, and popped them. Once sat
"Son! I'm so glad you're here." Fabian’s mother, Susana Castro, warmly greeted her only child. "Elvira, you look so stunning as always," she added, turning to the woman with Fabian. She was the one who opened the door and welcomed them.The young woman gave a wide smile to her future mother-in-law. Unlike other in-laws, the two got along well. They shared the same interests, whether in fashion or business."Hello, Auntie Sue. You’re just as beautiful as ever," Elvira complimented her future mother-in-law.The older woman giggled at her future daughter-in-law's words. For Susana, Elvira was the best choice for her son’s wife—beautiful, educated, and classy. Her son deserved the best, and she saw that in Elvira.Susana was in her sixties, but she didn’t look her age. Though her hair had turned gray, her face showed few signs of aging. She had some wrinkles and fine lines, but not enough to make her look old."Come, your father is waiting for you in the dining room. He’s been looking for
Gigi raised an eyebrow as she scrutinized the man standing in front of her. He looked formal in his apple-green long-sleeve polo paired with dark blue trousers. He was the one who opened the door to Fabian's condo unit. Gigi grimaced at his outfit. The man was handsome, but his choice of clothing was awful."Who are you?" Gigi asked. She and Fabian had an agreement that he would give her an answer today. She was already annoyed that she had to come to his unit herself. That bastard didn’t even bother to pick her up so she could save on fare. She would definitely charge him for it later! Taxi fares to this place were ridiculously expensive. She somewhat understood why Fabian didn’t want them to be seen together in public—he was engaged, and being spotted with a woman who wasn’t his fiancée could spark rumors and issues."I'm Markus, Mr. Romano's secretary. Come in," he said formally, his face devoid of any smile. He widened the door for her to enter.Gigi once again eyed him from head
“I don’t even know where she is. If you really want to talk to my girl, tell me, and I’ll let her know. Sugar works for me, so whatever you need from her, you have to go through me first. It’s not like you’re going to discuss something personal, right? Sugar already told me you want her to be exclusive—well, you have to talk to me first. Bye!”Fabian angrily ended the call and threw his phone onto the sofa. His patience was running thin.Since yesterday, he had been calling the manager of the bar where the woman worked, but he kept getting denied by the owner.He hadn’t been in a good mood since last night. From Elvira to his secretary, it felt like he was about to explode in irritation. He couldn't focus on his work. His mind kept drifting to Gigi.“Sir, Mr. Samaniego is outside,” Markus informed him, peeking his head through the door. He looked hesitant to enter Fabian’s office. And he should be—he had let Gigi leave. Fabian had been just minutes away!Fabian shot his secretary a sh
Fabian parked his car in a narrow alley and observed a noisy group drinking outside a small convenience store. He turned off the engine and took in the scene. This was the address the private investigator had given him. His eyebrow arched at what he saw. Fabian didn’t like the place; it was crowded and full of loiterers. He didn’t want to be judgmental, but places like this often bred petty crimes.Does she really live in a place like this?A drunk man let out a loud, boisterous laugh while chatting with his drinking buddies. He was obviously intoxicated beyond reason but continued to gulp down alcohol.Fabian shook his head in disapproval.He checked his phone to confirm the address. After reading it, he confirmed that he was indeed at the right place.This really was the right location. How could Gigi live here? With her beauty, surely many of these men had already lusted after her. His jaw tightened at the thought, disliking the direction his mind was going.He took a deep breath t
He parked the car in a dark alley. He turned the engine off, and darkness immediately filled the vehicle. Excitement crept into Gigi’s system. She couldn’t remember feeling this kind of thrill with a man, especially not with a client. She knew she should be avoiding him, but she couldn’t seem to pull herself away. If there was one thing she was sure of, it was that she wanted him close.She was going crazy. She had seen all the red flags, yet she chose to ignore them.A shiver ran down Gigi’s spine when she felt his hand touch her thigh. It sent electric volts through her nerves, shooting directly to her core. Her sex clenched as anticipation clouded her mind. She pressed her legs together, trying to contain the unfamiliar sensation between her thighs.She bit her lower lip hard, stopping herself from throwing herself at him. God, she missed him! The way he touched her was different from any client she had been with. Just a single touch, and she already wanted to moan from the pleasur
A hearty laugh echoed through the McIntosh mansion's garden. The old businessman couldn't stop chuckling as he was informed about what happened at the Crown Tower. He would have been even happier if he had witnessed Fabian Romano lose his composure. If he could have seen the man crumble, he would have gone there himself. The man wiped the tears from his eyes, still overcome with laughter. He couldn't believe that the mighty Fabian Romano had been tricked by a woman. "Just look at the irony, that woman was Lozano's... companion before she became Fabian's. What a small world, they were mortal enemies after all." He clapped the man who had been his eyes and ears inside Fabian's office. "I have to give you an award for being the best actor, son. You did a fantastic job. You fooled him so well." He praised the man. They were sitting in the garden's gazebo, wine glasses in hand. They were celebrating Fabian Romano's small downfall. Even though
Gigi clutched the pillow tightly as Fabian pounded her back violently. There was no gentleness in his every move. His hands were all over her body, gripping hard, slapping her skin until it turned red. Gigi whimpered as his movements became even more aggressive. He beat her mercilessly. Her sex felt sore and her body ached. His hands held her waist so tightly she felt like her skin would rip off. But she endured it all, knowing why he was acting this way. “You. Are. Mine.” Every word he said was filled with unspoken anger. His voice was thick with bitterness. Gigi could feel the emotions he was trying to hide from her. He was hurting, deeply. This action of his was just a defense against the pain that consumed his heart, and Gigi fully understood it. In fact, she wanted to be punished for being the reason for his misery. He released her waist and hugged her from behind. Their sweaty skin touched. He was leaning into her bac
Fabian gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles almost turned white. The tight grip on the wheel was the only thing keeping control over his burning rage. His car sped through the dark road. It was almost midnight and the streets were empty. His eyes stayed fixed on the road as he drove aimlessly into the night.His heart wouldn't stop pounding. Her pictures kept flashing in his mind. He had already seen that child in the pictures Gigi had shown him on her phone. The similarities were too obvious, but he hadn’t thought it was her daughter. She had a child—and that bastard Lozano was the father! Fate was making a complete fool out of him. Or had this been his plan all along? Did he deliberately make him meet the girl, capture his heart, and then leave him? Were they still in a relationship? So many scenarios spun around in his head, he felt like he was going insane.That bastard couldn’t get the better of him! How dare that woman play with his he
Vira never felt this kind of rejection before. She was born and raised like a princess; she always had everyone’s attention. She got everything she wanted. All women were jealous of her, and men dreamed of having her. She was educated and smart, and she knew her worth as a woman.Fabian made her feel like she was nothing. No one had ever made her feel that way! How dare this man treat her like trash. She was a McIntosh princess—she always got what she wanted. And now, she wanted that whore out of Fabian’s life. She wouldn’t allow herself to be upstaged by a cheap woman.Instead of leaving the office, Vira took a deep breath to calm herself. With years of practice, she had mastered her emotions. No matter what, she had to keep her composure. Holding her head high, she turned to face Fabian.He had his back to her, leaning both arms against the edge of his desk. His eyes were closed, as though he was lost in deep thought.
“Sir, Mr. McIntosh is waiting inside your office,” Markus greeted his boss as he walked in.The scowl on Fabian’s face screamed trouble for the employees. Whenever he looked like this, everyone made sure not to make mistakes—getting fired was almost certain. These were the days they hoped their boss wouldn’t even notice them.The poor secretary swallowed nervously. He was trembling because Fabian’s expression grew even darker upon hearing who was waiting for him. Markus knew exactly why his boss was in such a foul mood.Fabian didn’t say a word, not even glancing at his secretary. Markus hurriedly opened the office door for him, bracing himself for whatever storm might come today. He could sense it—this wasn’t going to end well.Fabian’s mood darkened even more when he saw the people sitting in the visitor’s chairs in his office. He’d already had a terrible start to the day, and seeing these two made everything worse. It had been two days since he last contacted Gigi.“Fabian, son! Ho
There was a long stretch of silence as they sat facing each other. Neither one of them wanted to speak first. But Gigi couldn’t take it; she didn’t want this to drag on in her unit. If this woman came to talk, she might as well start now so it could end sooner. She wanted her peace, and that would only be possible if she was alone.All her life, Gigi had been told she was beautiful—and she knew it too, she saw it in the mirror. But now, facing the woman who was about to marry Fabian, she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of envy. Beauty isn’t everything. It’s superficial and useless if it lacks substance.“What are we here to talk about?” Gigi was the first to speak. She looked up from her bowed head to meet her guest’s heavy stare.Elvira McIntosh sat on the single-seater sofa with so much confidence it made Gigi uncomfortable. Even in the way she sat, it was obvious—this woman was not ordinary. She was born with class and glamour. She's every woman’s dream.Gigi swallowed hard as a wav
Cold water trickled from the shower. Gigi just let the water flow from the showerhead. Her skin felt cold and her eyes ached from crying. Even though she was shivering, all Gigi could do was sit on the tiled bathroom floor and cry. She felt terrible, and there was nothing she could do but cry.Alfredo threw her out of the house like trash. She went straight to the condo after leaving his house. Her heart was boiling with rage—rage directed at herself. Gigi felt awful. After everything he did to her, he even had the nerve to threaten her. She felt hopeless and helpless.She wiped the tears that wouldn’t stop falling. She sat naked on the bathroom floor. All her life, she had been used to sleeping with strangers for money. Yes, she felt disgusted with herself for being that cheap, but what she was feeling now was far worse. Aside from not being able to defend herself, it felt like she had betrayed Fabian. Even though he knew nothing of what happened, she still felt like she had betrayed
The red liquid flickered against the firelight. She raised the goblet and scrutinized the crimson wine. Screaming Eagle Cabernet, the world’s most expensive red wine—a luxury only the wealthy could indulge in. She wanted to laugh at herself. Yeah, she’s rich. Beautiful. Educated. Those traits were supposed to elevate her, yet now they felt meaningless. She felt like a pitiful joke, utterly worthless.She took a swig from the goblet, then grabbed the bottle on the table and drank straight from it. She longed to drown herself in alcohol, hoping it might silence the questions raging in her mind.Elvira exhaled sharply and slammed the bottle onto the coffee table in her condo. Closing her eyes, she tried to steady herself. Her thoughts had spiraled for days, gnawed by insecurity—a weakness she despised herself for surrendering to.It had been a week since she’d rushed back from the States. Fabian had abandoned her there abruptly. She’d dismissed it as an emergency until an anonymous messa
There are things in the world that no matter what we do, we can’t control. It’s beyond our grasp and all we can do was just stare as fate takes over. We get hurt and we look for someone to blame. We choose to blame the people around us, the gods in heaven, or even ourselves. There's nothing else we can do but to cry over those things.Gigi suddenly sat up from her bed, jolted awake by a nightmare. She groaned as pain struck her. She held her head and stomach. They ached. Her womanhood was also throbbing in pain. Her body was in pain, a different kind of pain. She knew that pain, the pain of a violent intercourse. Her muscles screamed and her breasts were soft.The events that happened before she lost consciousness earlier came rushing back to her. Horror enveloped her whole being as realization hit her. No! I can’t be! This can’t be happening!She clutched her chest when she felt her heart pounding wildly. She didn’t want to accept the truth! But no matter how much her mind denied it,