Doting on the Greenhorn

The first autumn shower of the year pitter-pattered against the window of a bar's private room. Inside, a man had Heather Sutton pinned to the couch as he pistoned into her.

He was rough with her. After getting past the initial sharp pain and indulgence, all she felt now was soreness. It was as if her body wasn't even hers anymore.

"Stop, please… Enough…" she moaned wantonly. But how could she put a stop to something like this?

The man ignored her. He didn't become any gentler with her, nor did he show any sign of stopping. Waves of heat crashed over Heather and took her from Cloud Nine back to Earth…

Suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing destroyed the atmosphere. The man stopped abruptly after being interrupted. "Make it stop!"

Heather couldn't afford to offend him. She reached out to grab the phone, but it fell to the floor while it was still ringing. She bent down to pick it up, but the man didn't have enough patience for that. He squeezed her waist tightly as he dragged her back to him.

After a while, the passionate sex came to an end. The man released Heather without hesitation once he'd had his fill of her. Now that she didn't have anything supporting her, she collapsed on the couch. She was depleted of her strength. She bit her lip and forced herself to sit up while straightening her skirt.

The smell of sex was in the air, but it gradually dissipated. Silence descended upon the room.

The man didn't look at Heather. He grabbed some tissues to wipe himself clean. He had a handsome, almost flawless, face. Even such a simple action seemed particularly attractive when he was doing it.

He tucked in his white shirt and zipped up his black pants. The combination was simple. There were still some traces of him just having had wild sex; it added a hint of sensuality to his cold demeanor.

He picked up his phone and tapped on it a few times. Heather's phone pinged. As he put his phone down, he said coldly, "Get out."

The frosty look on his face made it clear he wanted them to keep their distance. It was as if he wasn't the same man who'd just had his way with a woman.

Naturally, Heather didn't intend to linger. She picked her phone up and said, "See you around."

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she felt awkward. "See you around"? There was no way they'd see each other again.

Tyrone Elkin narrowed his eyes slightly as a trace of mockery flashed in them. She was pretty familiar with how these things worked, wasn't she? Did she think there was any possibility of them sleeping together again?

Heather didn't say anything else. She stood up to leave, but a sharp pain shot through her from between her legs. Her legs gave out, and she fell to the floor with a grunt.

With how close she and Tyrone were, he could've prevented this from happening. He hadn't budged, though—not that Heather had expected him to. She bit her lip and slowly stood up while suppressing the pain.

Unbeknownst to her, the hem of her skirt had flipped up a little because of her fall. It revealed her milky thighs and nether region, which was still glistening from their earlier activities.

Tyrone's gaze darkened as it landed there. His desire, which he'd just alleviated, showed signs of making a full comeback. He had to admit that Heather had a body that was perfect for seducing men, but he was a clean freak.

Before tonight, he'd never had anything to do with women who threw themselves at any man. Tonight's deal had been an accident, so there was no way she would receive his patronage again.

The silence was thick, and the atmosphere was awkward. Heather didn't look up, but she could sense the gaze on her. Her face warmed just a little, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she stood up and straightened her skirt before hurrying away.

Once she was out of the room, she staggered to the elevator. She did not notice that there was someone before her. She rammed into the man coming in her direction.

"Sorry." She was in such a hurry to leave that she didn't notice the surprise in the man's eyes.

Seth Sharp swaggered into the private room with his hands tucked in his pockets. He saw Tyrone sitting on the couch while smoking.

The cigarette dangled from his lips, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a bit of his sexy collarbones. There was a vague trace of sensuality in his face, which was visible even through the smoke.

Even though Seth was a fellow man, he couldn't help finding the scene alluring. He teased, "You were such a monster, Ty. Did you see how you made that beautiful lady stagger as she left? She could barely walk straight!"

Tyrone had been resting his eyes. He opened them at Seth's words and gave the latter a look without saying anything.

Seth clucked his tongue. He seemed a little disappointed. "That chick was hot, though. Her eyes looked like they could talk. If I'd known she was that gorgeous, I would've kept her for myself…"

"Stay away from women in that line of work!" Tyrone snapped.

Seth was surprised by this. "Didn't you just fuck that chick, Ty? Why are you still so mad?"

Tyrone was also taken aback by his outburst. He suddenly felt like he'd been possessed. Heather was just a woman he'd fucked. How was it possible for her to make him lose control of his emotions?

He massaged his temples and changed the subject. "Did you find out who drugged me?"

"Yeah. Your brother, Greg, was behind it. He wanted to snap some shots of you in the middle of the deed. I caught the guy he sent. Do you wanna see him?"

Tyrone didn't even bat an eye. "Give him a taste of his own medicine, only tenfold."

Seth raised an eyebrow. "Tenfold, huh? It's just an aphrodisiac, but such a potent amount is gonna kill him. You're being really ruthless, Ty!"

Rumor had it that the third son of the Elkin family had a heart of stone and was known as the devil incarnate. It wasn't an exaggeration—it was true to life.

Then again, Greg Elkin had brought this upon himself. It was Tyrone's first day back, yet Greg was already up to funny tricks. He was getting what he deserved!

Tyrone didn't respond. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a spot of blood on the couch. His gaze focused on it and darkened as the memory of Heather tearfully begging him for mercy while seated on his lap surfaced in his mind. His blood seemed to warm at the thought.

He frowned and stubbed out the cigarette. Then, he strode to the bathroom to take a cold shower.