Chapter 3: A Morning of Regret

Petra moved closer until only a breath separated them.

Her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, while Oscar searched her eyes, trying to figure out whether she truly understood what she was doing.

For a brief moment, he considered pulling away.

But she was too laid on top of him, unwilling to let go.

She bent and took his lips into a desperate kiss.

Oscar tried to resist, pulling away slightly. “Stop this, Petra.” he said, his breathing fast. “You’ll regret this.”

But Petra paid less concern. She sat up and pulled off her gown, leaving her almost naked.

Her boobs stood like pistols pointing down at Oscar.

His eyes went wide in utter shock as he swallowed.

Petra didn’t stop. She quickly removed her bra and the succulent breasts flapped down, the sight impossible to resist.

She bent again and took his lips.

Oscar’s shield was finally broken. He slowly took her down to the bed. “I see this is what you want, yeah?” he said, pulling off his shirt.

His large chest bulged out at Petra.

He bent to the side of the bed and took off his trousers and boxer.

Both where all naked now.

He flipped her legs opened, the sight of her vagina stared back at him watery and possessively.

He grabbed her clitoris, caressing it softly.

Petra let a loud moan instantly, her eyes and mouth opened. She could feel her heart beating fast.

Oscar sat up between her legs still opened. He took his now stiffened cock, slapping it gently on her vagina.

Petra could no longer bear the excitation delayed.

“Please.” She moaned, breathing fast. “I want you inside me. Now.”

Oscar bent, supporting his weight with his two hands down the bed. His cock stretched down towards her vagina.

Then he laid it inside her.

Petra eyes went wide, her mouth opened, feeling the thick rod inside her.

Her moaning filled the entire room as he started pounding into her like his life depended on it.

The more his cock entered and left her vagina, the more her moaning filled the entire room.

***********

Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, spilling across the room.

Petra shifted slightly beneath the blanket.

Her head felt heavy.

The dull ache behind her eyes reminded her of the whiskey she'd consumed the previous night.

She slowly turned to the side, her eyes opening little by little until they landed on the man sleeping peacefully beside her.

Everything inside her froze.

Her breathing caught.

She jerked backward immediately, her eyebrows knitting together in horror.

"Shit!" She snapped, staring at his face. "Did I just sleep with my client?"

The memories from the previous night came rushing back in scattered flashes.

The bar.

The whiskey.

Oscar.

The hotel room.

The kiss. The sex that felt like one she never had in a long time.

Her eyes widened even further.

She quickly pulled the blanket tightly around her naked body as panic settled deep inside her chest.

"Just two grown-ups having an intimate moment." She whispered, instead as if trying to assure herself this meant nothing. "It happens all the time."

The words sounded unconvincing even to her.

She took a slow breath.

There was no changing what had happened.

Regretting it wouldn't erase it either.

All she could do now was leave before things became even more awkward.

Trying not to make a sound, Petra slipped out of bed.

She hurried toward the chair where her clothes had been neatly placed.

One after another, she quickly got dressed.

Her movements were rushed, almost clumsy.

She didn't dare look back at the bed.

After putting on her clothes, she grabbed her heels into one hand before quietly making her way toward the door.

Her fingers had barely reached the handle, when a voice broke out behind her.

"Hey." He called and instantly, Petra froze at the door, turning slowly.

Oscar had opened his eyes.

He slowly sat up before stepping down from the bed, wearing only his boxers.

His hair was slightly messy from sleep, and despite everything, there was an easy calmness about him.

"You don't have to sneak out while I... while I'm still sleeping." He said, almost laughing as his hands moved to his head, brushing it down.

Petra remained frozen.

She simply stared at him, having no idea what to say.

Oscar tilted his head slightly.

"I had fun last night. I know you just got out of a marriage, but I was thinking maybe we could go grab some breakfast, you know."

"No." She snapped before he could continue, looking down on her shoes she was holding. "There's not gonna be any we. This is ending now. Men are all the same. Can't trust any of you."

Her voice was firm.

Colder than she intended.

But after everything Brian had done, she couldn't allow herself to believe another man could be different.

Petra wasn't born into wealth like many women in high society.

Unlike Emma, whose father was one of the largest real estate moguls in the United States, Petra had built everything she owned through hard work, determination, and intelligence.

When Brian first met her years ago, he had been nothing more than an ambitious businessman struggling to keep his small construction company alive.

Petra had stood beside him through every setback.

She brought investors.

She secured major clients.

She negotiated impossible contracts that transformed Brooks Construction into one of the country's leading companies.

She had given Brian success.

In return, he had given her betrayal.

After discovering who he truly was, trusting another man had become nearly impossible.

Oscar stared at her in surprise, both hands resting on his waist.

He hadn't expected such hostility.

Without another word, Petra reached into her handbag.

She pulled out a thick bundle of cash.

"So don't worry about it." She added, dropping the bundle of cash on the side table. "This will pay for the hotel."

She turned to leave.

"Hold on a second, all right?" Oscar snapped, stepping closer.

But Petra never stopped.

She opened the door, her legs taking her further away as fast as they could.

Oscar stared at the closed door and released a small laugh.

*************

Later that morning, Oscar sat alone inside a quiet restaurant.

Breakfast had already been served, but his attention remained fixed on the phone pressed against his ear.

"What's up, Paul." He said.

"Dude, your mom is all over me about your dating life." Paul said.

Yeah. Even Oscar’s mom was beginning to worry about her son’s inability to get himself a wife.

As the only heir to the Briggs Corporation, and his father late, the old woman had been on his neck every now and then for him to get a wife and give her a grandchild.

So, when his friend - Paul mentioned his mom’s worries, all that came to his thought was Petra. The sweet night they just shared last night.

Oscar smiled to himself.

For reasons he couldn't quite explain, one face kept appearing in his thoughts.

"I think I'm in love." Oscar said as he smiled.

"What?!" Paul snapped shockingly from the other side. "Mr. Bigshot is finally in love? So, why are you still pretending to be a manager hiding your true identity?"

Oscar leaned comfortably against his chair.

"As heir to the group, I think I would like to learn the business from the ground up." Oscar responded, his hand resting on the table.

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Petra walked confidently through the lobby of Brooks Construction.

Although she barely slept the previous night, she refused to let anyone notice.

Her chin remained high. Her expression remained calm.

Employees greeted her respectfully as she headed toward her office.

Everything appeared normal until she reached her door.

She held the knob and pulled. But the door refused to open.

Frowning, she tried again.

Still locked.

"What's going on?" She said, confused.

Her eyes drifted downward.

Right beside the office door sat a cardboard carton filled with framed photographs, office files, awards, stationery, and personal belongings she recognized instantly.

Her breath caught.

"What?" She gasped at the sight of it. "Are you kidding me? They threw all my stuff away?"

She slowly turned around, shock written all over her face.

At that exact moment, Brian appeared at the end of the hallway.

His fingers were tightly intertwined with Emma's.

Brian wore a tailored navy-blue business suit with a crisp white shirt and polished black leather shoes, looking every bit the successful CEO he enjoyed portraying.

Beside him, Emma wore a fitted cream-colored designer dress that hugged her figure elegantly, paired with matching high heels and expensive jewelry that glittered beneath the office lights.

The two of them walked toward Petra as though they were already married.

Emma's lips curved into a smug smile.

"Ooh..." Emma said casually as they walked closer. "Sorry to break it to you. But you've been fired. By our big boss."