Almost Died Because of a Kiss

Hearing the man's cough inside the elevator, the two of them immediately moved apart and took turns entering the elevator.

Rayden wrapped his arm around Emily's waist, while she tried to pry his hand off her waist.

The other man in the elevator watched them both with some confusion. "Are you two married?" he asked curiously.

“No,” Emily replied quickly.

‘This elevator is taking so long to reach the lobby. How much longer do I have to be held hostage by this crazy man?’ Emily thought. 

The three of them descended to the lobby floor. The foreign man in the elevator, who seemed to be Turkish, walked toward the lobby exit while staring at Emily and the other man with curiosity. This wasn’t a normal time for people to be out and about. It was 3:30 a.m., past midnight and not yet early enough for activities. And they weren't husband and wife, and there were no signs of genetic similarity between the two of them.  

"Emily, wait!" Rayden called out as he chased after the woman and grabbed her slender wrist.

Emily tried to shake off the man's hand. "Let go! Stop following me, I can order a taxi myself, thank you for your attention and satisfactory service tonight, Mr. No Name," Emily said, forcing a fake smile on her face.

Hearing Emily's sarcastic tone, Rayden chuckled softly. "You're truly an intriguing woman, Miss Emily. However, I can't bear to let you go home alone. Trust me ... this isn't a normal time for people to be out and about," he replied.

Not wanting to draw attention to herself, Emily relented and let the man escort her in his black Lamborghini sports car.

'He must be rich, ahh, of course he has a penthouse on the same floor as Henry Crawford. He's definitely not just anyone,' Emily thought to herself.

Rayden occasionally glanced at Emily. He was truly captivated by this woman, but the bad news was that their worlds were like heaven and hell. He was a white-collar criminal, a mafia member who naturally belonged in the dark world near the gates of hell. Meanwhile, Emily was a beautiful prosecutor in the light world, like an angel punishing people like him from above.

"I must forget Emily if I still want to live freely far from prison," Rayden thought gloomily.

Finally, they arrived at Emily's apartment. Although Emily didn't allow Rayden to escort her all the way to her unit, Rayden insisted until Emily gave in. She was tired and wanted to sleep properly. It had been a tough night for her; she hadn't expected to have to satisfy the desires of two men obsessed with her body.

"Alright, Mr. No Name. We've arrived at my apartment. Please go home and thank you for your kindness. However, I hope we don't have to meet again..." Emily said sarcastically.

Rayden always felt annoyed every time he heard those small lips speak harsh words to him. He pushed Emily’s body against the apartment door with his dominant, muscular frame, his arms locking around her head. Rayden’s eyes locked onto hers.

"Aahh, I think you enjoy provoking a man, Emily... should I punish you again inside?" Rayden threatened, his face just inches away from hers.

Emily cursed inwardly; she had forgotten how wild and dominant this man was. He reminded her of a tiger. "Good morning, sir. I need to leave for work soon. Please let me go inside alone," Emily said firmly.

"Oohh, fine. But there's a condition—kiss me first. Then I'll leave right away," Rayden replied, staring intently at Emily.

Emily's lips immediately reached for Rayden's, but when she tried to pull away, Rayden deepened the kiss, holding Emily's face with both hands. Emily's body suddenly went limp from the overwhelming aura of dominance emanating from the man, coupled with the dwindling oxygen levels in her brain. It felt like she had to surrender to him once again.

Rayden's arms held Emily's limp, helpless body in his embrace. The woman had lost consciousness. 

"Emily... Emily..." Rayden called out as he gently tapped her cheeks. He didn't have the tool to crack the passcode; he reminded himself to bring that damn tool wherever he went next time.

Fortunately, the woman regained consciousness and opened her eyes. Rayden sighed in relief. He said, "I'm sorry, Ma'am. Sometimes I lose control. Come in now."

Emily didn't waste the opportunity to escape from the man's grip. She forced her body to stand and entered the passcode for the apartment unit's door.

At a glance, Rayden remembered the code to open that damn door. 476785. Wow, pretty complicated! But he’d definitely remember it. He’d come back someday to get that woman again.

Emily didn't look back or say goodbye. She quickly closed the door as fast as she could and slumped against it. 'What a terrifying man!' she thought. She nearly suffocated from lack of oxygen just from kissing him.

Without changing her clothes, Emily rushed to her bed and lay down on it. She fell asleep within seconds.

The alarm clock rang loudly, dragging her back to consciousness after several hours of sleep. She had to get up to work for the country. 

Emily dragged her exhausted body to the bathroom and took off the borrowed clothes belonging to the man she had been with the night before. Then she turned on the cold shower to refresh her body and mind. She leaned her hands against the wall, her body so weak.  

She preferred gentle lovemaking to relieve tension in court. But last night, she had experienced a brutal, dominant encounter with her bed partner. Who was that man, really?

After feeling clean and refreshed, Emily dried herself off and put on her work clothes. She didn’t want to look sexy or tempting. She chose a white silk blouse with short sleeves, a blazer, and dark blue trousers. Emily tied her long brown hair into a ponytail.

She looked at the mirror and saw her pale reflection. She had never looked so pitiful before. She hated the nameless man she had met the night before. Emily applied foundation and powder, then used pink blush to restore some color to her pale face. Finally, she applied blood-red lipstick to her lips. Perfect! The strong Emily was back.

After ordering breakfast through room service, Emily enjoyed her meal and then headed to her office, the prosecutor’s office at city hall. There were many case files she needed to review today. She didn’t want to leave the fate of the crime victims hanging. The criminals must be brought to trial and given punishment commensurate with their evil deeds.