로그인RHEA
I don’t know if it’s the drink messing with my head, or I have truly gone crazy but I wanted to know how this man tasted and how he felt about me.
I’ve lost everything already… I can at least get that… right?
“You’re just drunk and don’t know what you’re saying, I would pretend I didn’t hear that,” He replied, removing my hand from his.
I frowned hard, and the rejection hit me like a wave. Is he saying I am not worthy enough for him?
Have I really fallen that low, I won’t let myself be rejected like this.
I rushed in front of him, blocking his part. “How can you reject a pretty lady such as myself,” I asked, pouting.
He leaned towards me, his face really close to mine. “Do you know what you’re asking for?” He asked me.
I raised my face closer to his, our nose touching slightly. “Yes, have sex with me, Mr. Handsome,” I smiled at him, and he chuckled.
“Don’t cry when you realize what you asked for,” he told me and claimed my lips.
Fuck, he tasted sweater than any candy I have ever put in my mouth.
I wrapped my hands around his neck and he held my waist, pulling me closer to himself.
The kiss was desperate, passionate, and hot. Both of us couldn’t seem to get enough of each other, and I loved it
Heat rushed through my body and my pussy throbbed uncontrollably, I can’t believe how wet I am over a kiss.
He pulled away and I groaned. “Let’s book a room,” he whispered to me.
“I already have a room, second floor, room 312,” I replied and he pulled me towards the elevator.
We got in and I pulled him close, kissing him again, my hand roaming over his back, hair and neck like I didn’t quite know where to keep them.
I didn’t know how he found the room, but he did, and we got inside after I swiped my key card on the door. I wasted no time in taking off my dress.
“Do you need me to help you?” I asked my hand, hovering over the button on his white shirt.
“If you must,” He smirked at me, and I pulled the buttons apart, ripping his shirt.
My hands went to his trousers, and I wasted no time in pulling it off him with his help. He pulled off his boxer briefs himself, and I swallowed hard.
Fuck he was huge.
Even my drunk ass could tell that.
“Love what you see? He asked me, and my eyes went to the smile on his face.
“Would you fit in?” I asked in genuine concern, but he didn’t reply. In seconds, he was on top of me, and my heart raced like never before.
He kissed my neck, biting and nibbling on it, I’m pretty sure he left a hickey there.
A strange sensation sprang through my body, a feeling I never had in my entire sex experience.
He kissed the top of my full breast. Before taking my nipple into his mouth, I moaned in intense pleasure.
His hand found its way to my other breast, squeezing and pitching on my nipple, and it literally made me lose my goddamn mind. “Fuck!” I screamed.
I love this feeling, all I could feel was lust, desire and fucking desperation in the good way.
I pulled him upwards and kissed him on the lips desperately while his hand played with my nipple. I pulled away from the kiss and stared at his eyes.
My eyes sparked with desire. “Fuck me already!” I told him and he chuckled.
“Patiences,” He told me, but I wasn’t having it.
“I need you inside me, now!” I tell him desperately, more like a plea.
“Are you willing to beg?” He asked, and I bit my lips.
I’m so fucked. Why did I find that hella sexy?
“Please…” I begged.
“Let’s see if I fit in,” He whispered in my ears, and I could feel my pussy reacting to his words.
I didn’t even have the time to think properly before he pushed his length into me, making me groan in both pain and pleasure.
He was stretching me out, so much I don’t think I can handle it. “Uhhhhh” a throaty groan left me.
“Fuck you’re tight, the walls of your cunt is strangling my cock,” he said to me and his dirty words stirred something in me.
I honestly can’t believe I am enjoying sex with a stranger while I am most definitely drunk out of my mind.
Why should I care, my life has been a disaster anyway, what’s one more bad decision?
He pulled away till he was almost out of me before thrusting back hard, making me yelp.
Damn!
His thrusts became fast and hard, his cock stretching me to no end to the extent I couldn’t even keep up, my breathing became extremely rough, I couldn’t recognize the moan coming out of my mouth.
Heat built up inside of me and my entire body shivered violently to his thrusts and I came harder than I ever did in my entire life but he didn’t stop, he was chasing his release too and I sat on cloud nine as his cum filled my insides.
“Fucking hell,” I muttered breathlessly.
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I stirred slightly on the bed, my hand lazily reaching for my face as I rubbed my tired eyes.A dull ache spread through my body.
Why do I feel like I got hit by a truck?
Slowly, I opened my eyes, letting the back of my palm rest against my forehead.
The room came into focus little by little.
Then a sharp pain shot through my lower body.
My eyes widened.
The memories from last night crashed into me all at once.
I shot upright so quickly that the quilt nearly slipped off my body. I clutched it tightly against my chest as my eyes darted around the room.
Empty.
He wasn’t here.
The handsome stranger from last night had disappeared.
A groan escaped my lips.
Please tell me this didn’t actually happen.
But the soreness in my body quickly reminded me that it very much had.
“Fuck my life…”
I buried my face in my hands.
What have I done?
Yesterday morning I had been diagnosed with a terminal illness.
Hours later my career was falling apart.
My family had abandoned me.
My boyfriend cheated on me with my stepsister.
And to top it all off…
I had slept with a complete stranger.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
Congratulations, Rhea.
You somehow managed to make the worst day of your life even worse.
A throbbing headache pulsed behind my eyes.
I held my temples, hoping the pain would ease.
I drank way too much.
No…
That wasn’t an excuse.
Being drunk didn’t erase what happened.
I had asked for it.
I had wanted to forget everything, even if it was only for one night.
Now reality had caught up with me.
Taking a deep breath, I forced myself out of bed and picked up my dress from the floor.
Every movement reminded me of last night.
Don’t think about it.
Just get dressed and leave.
That’s all I had to do.
Pretend it never happened.
I quickly slipped into my dress, trying my best to ignore both the ache in my body and the pounding in my head, then another horrifying thought struck me.
Wait…
We didn’t…
My heart skipped.
Oh God… we didn’t use protection.
I closed my eyes in frustration.
Seriously, Rhea?
What were you thinking?
The answer came almost immediately.
I wasn’t thinking.
I had simply stopped caring.
For one reckless night, I wanted to forget I was dying.
Now I had another mistake to carry.
I slipped on my shoes and reached for the door.
Just leave before he comes back.
You’ll never see him again.
It’s better this way.
The moment my fingers touched the handle…
The door opened.
I froze.
A tall man walked inside, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit as though last night had never happened.
He looked composed, completely different from the passionate man I remembered.
My breathing caught.
Brown hair.
Brown eyes.
That commanding aura.
That sharp jawline.
Recognition struck me so suddenly that I forgot how to breathe.
No…
No way…
Every newspaper.
Every business magazine.
Every architectural conference.
I had seen that face countless times before.
There was absolutely no mistaking him.
Alexander Sinclair.
CEO of Sinclair Group.
My biggest rival in the architectural industry.
The man every company wanted to work with.
Australia’s most influential architect.
And the very man my stepfather constantly compared me to.
I stared at him in complete disbelief.
You’ve got to be kidding me…
Out of every man in Australia…
Out of every hotel…
Out of every possible person…
I had slept with Alexander Sinclair.
A FUCKING ONE NIGHT WITH RIVAL CEO!!!!RHEA I wanted to scream.I wanted to reach into her chest and find the part of her that had once cared about me, because I couldn’t accept that it had all been this easy for her.Years.She had spent years smiling at me while secretly resenting my existence.How many times had she hugged me after something terrible happened, knowing she had helped cause it?How many times had she listened to me cry about losing my father’s company while knowing exactly where the original blueprint was?How many times had I thanked her for being there?My chest tightened.“Did you enjoy it?”She looked at me.“What?”“Watching me suffer.”She didn’t answer immediately.I stepped closer.“When I was being blamed for the collapse, when everyone called me a murderer, when I lost my job and my reputation, did you enjoy watching me?”Her lips curved.“At first, yes.”I felt something inside me crack.“And when I was diagnosed?”She smiled.“Especially then.”I stopped breathing for a moment.She didn’t eve
RHEAThree days.It took us three fucking days to find her.Three days of searching through every address connected to her name, checking her financial transactions, contacting people she might have reached out to, and following every possible lead until we finally discovered where she had been hiding.Ivy had disappeared the moment she realised we had found the documents in her apartment.She had taken nothing that could easily lead us to her, changed her phone number, and vanished before we could get to her.But Alexander wasn’t the kind of man who gave up easily.And neither was I.By the time we found her, I was so exhausted that I could barely think straight. Still, when Alexander told me she had been caught, I didn’t ask him to take me home.I wanted to see her.I needed to look at her face and hear her explain how she could have done all those things to me.Even though I already knew the truth, some part of me still wanted to believe there was something I hadn’t understood.Som
ALEXANDERRhea was sitting on the edge of her hospital bed when I walked into the room.She had already changed out of her hospital gown and was wearing a loose dress, with her discharge papers resting on the bedside table. She looked tired, and even though she tried to hide it, I could see how much the past few days had taken out of her.Her eyes moved towards me.“You’re here.”I nodded, placing the folder in my hand on the table.“How are you feeling?”“Like someone who’s been living in a hospital for days.” She gave me a weak smile. “I’m getting discharged, so hopefully I’ll feel better once I’m out of here.”I watched her for a moment.There was so much I wanted to say, but I knew I couldn’t keep delaying it.“Rhea, we need to talk.”Her smile disappeared.“About what?”“Ivy.”She immediately frowned.“What about her?”I pulled the chair closer to her bed and sat down.“I’ve been investigating her.”Her expression changed.“Why?”“Because the doctor who falsified your diagnosis m
ALEXANDERI hadn’t slept.Ever since I left Rhea’s hospital room, my mind had been occupied with one thing: finding the person responsible for what had happened to her.I had the fabricated diagnosis, the financial records, the missing medical files, and enough evidence to prove that someone had deliberately manipulated her medical history. But I needed more than that.I needed that one doctor.He was the one who had signed the report, the one who had prescribed the medication, and the one person who could tell me exactly who had paid him to destroy Rhea’s life.My private investigator had been working through the night, following every lead we had on the man, and when my phone finally rang that morning, I answered immediately.“Talk.”“We found him.”I straightened in my chair.“Where?”“An old private clinic outside the city. He’s been making arrangements to leave Australia. We believe he’s planning to disappear before anyone can question him, cause he already knows he’s fucked.”My
ALEXANDERI stared at the documents in my hands, reading the same lines over and over again, but no matter how many times I went through them, the result remained the same.The blood samples attached to Rhea’s diagnosis belonged to another patient.Not only that, the hospital had no record of the laboratory tests listed in her medical report. No corresponding test results, no matching laboratory identification, and no evidence that the procedures had ever been carried out.I slowly lowered the papers.“What the fuck…”My private investigator stood across from me, looking just as serious as I felt.“We had the hospital verify everything independently. The laboratory confirmed that the identification number belongs to a different patient, and the hospital’s records show no trace of the tests mentioned in Rhea’s report.”I looked down at the documents again.“So the diagnosis…”“Was fabricated.”For a moment, I couldn’t move.I had spent weeks chasing suspicious signatures, missing medic
CHAPTER — THE RESPONSIBLE THINGPETERI had always believed that people were easiest to control when they thought they were making their own decisions.Fear worked. Threats worked. Money worked even better.But guilt?Guilt was beautiful because you barely had to do anything. You simply reminded someone of what they had done wrong, gave them a chance to make things right, and watched them destroy themselves trying.Jessica was no different.She sat across from me in the living room, her fingers twisting nervously around a handkerchief. Her eyes were swollen, and she looked like she hadn’t slept properly in days.I almost laughed.The woman had spent years pretending to be a good mother, yet she couldn’t even bring herself to pick up the phone and check on her own daughter.And now she was feeling guilty.How convenient.“Rhea doesn’t have much time, Jessica.”Her fingers stopped moving.“I know.”“Then you should understand why we need to think about what happens next.”She looked up







