LOGINTARA'S POV
I took a long deep inhale as he made the first thrust. He flipped me over, my legs on the bed with hips raised. I yelped, breathing heavy. It felt like my legs could collapse from the ruthless thrusts. “You …” I trailed as he spanked me, hard. “Quiet. Spread,” he ordered. Voice low. I didn't want to obey but my body obeyed, hips arched up. He gripped my hair, firm but not painful, leaned closer and pressed a kiss on my neck. I felt the hardness press against my folds. My insides clenched, dripping wet. “What happened to the bold earlier, huh?” He asked and before I could open my mouth to defend myself, he thrust into me, fast, hard ….deep. “Urgh,” I moaned, loud. He kept thrusting. In, out, my breasts bouncing from each thrust. The room filled with the sound of his hips slapping against mine. His grip on my hair loosened and he held onto my hips pushing in deeper. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. The words came out rough, trembling with desire. He thrust in deeper, faster until I felt like my body was about to hit climax. Heat pooled from my shoulders. I shivered, trembling as it spread to my cunt. My core clenched and he rasped. “You are so tight,” he breathed as he thrust in one last time, deep and powerful. I moaned as my body shook, core clenched, heart pounding. My lips parted but no sound came out. It was like pleasure had sapped my voice away. I felt him tremble, panting as we both reached climax. He didn't pull away, he didn't back away, he poured his seeds into me and at that moment, I didn't care. All that mattered was what was happening to me right now. This was different than with Daniel. It was ecstatic. He disentangled from me and my body fell flat on the bed, weak and satisfied. My lashes flickered a bit and I could see him, he slumped on the bed, gaze fixed on me. There was this strange glint that flashed in his eyes and disappeared before I could understand it. I snapped my eyes shut letting sleep overtake me because tomorrow I would face my reality. The next day, I was awoken by the sound of running water. I groaned, forced my body up but I felt the world tilt for a second, I held the edge of the bed, steadying myself. I glanced around the room and my eyes widened. The blankets were on the floor, my panties were torn and my gown was on top of the lamp holder. Heat flooded to my cheeks as memories of the previous night hit me like a storm. The callboy, the entanglement……I immediately sprang up from the bed but the minute my legs touched the floor, I fell to the ground, weak and sore. I heard the rushing water stop briefly and my breath hitched. If he was in the shower that meant he could be out anytime soon. I immediately grabbed my purse, luckily, my phone was still in there with the cash I had brought with me. I took out the entire cash and placed it on the table, while I immediately slid my gown on, stocked my torn panties into my purse and stormed towards the door. I paused, turned around and saw a pen. I glanced towards the bathroom and heard the water running again. I breathed out and tore a piece of paper, quickly wrote down a few words. “Thank you. You did well.” I wrote and dropped the piece of paper beside the cash, stared at it for a while before disappearing from the hotel. Outside, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Memories of the previous night replayed in my head and my cheeks burned with embarrassment. I didn't know whether to be impressed with my decision or be disappointed in the fact I broke my loyalty rule. My phone beeped, a notification popped up, it was Ms Brown, the manager at Holloway museum. “Prepare your art piece while you have your team inspect worthy arts to exhibit. We have an exhibition program.” I exhaled. Slid back my phone into my pocket and hailed a cab. The first cab driver I called passed me a weird look, slowed down a bit, assessed me longer then drove off. I couldn't blame him, I would have done the same as a driver. I didn't know what I looked like but I knew my hair was a mess, my skin was laced with red marks and my face was worse. I hailed another cab, this time he stopped, passed me a strange look before asking where I was headed. Ah yes, I hadn't thought of a place yet. I couldn't return back to Daniel's mansion looking like this. I might not survive long enough to make the list of items for exhibition. “Hawkins street,” I said and the driver set off. Hawkins street was the only option. My family lived there and they’d welcome me without asking too many questions. I opened my phone to check recent trends, then saw a hidden message. It was from the site I had logged in last night. The one I had contacted the callboy with. I inhaled deeply. I didn't need this again. It was one time and I had no intention of going against my morals again. I thought of deleting the tab but on second thought, I opened the message. “Sorry Ma'am, your order canceled at the last minute, we apologize for the inconvenience.” I froze. Read the message again… perhaps I read it wrong the first time. But no, I didn't. Cancelled? If the callboy cancelled at the last minute, then who… who did I spend a night with? My fingers turned white, blood drained off my face. Did I spend a night with a total stranger? A rogue from a bar? Shit!TARA'S POVA redhead sat on my husband's desk. Busty.Beautiful too, I must confess.Her shirt button was half undone.My grip on the coffee tightened, squashing the cup.My breath quickened. My other hand instinctively grabbed my dress. I tried… and failed… to control myself. She didn't move. Didn't flinch.Didn't act like someone had walked in. She just kept moving her hand lazily on Daniel's shoulder while he worked.“Shut the door, Tara,” Daniel said nonchalantly.His affairs were no secret anymore.I shut the door and tossed the coffee into the trash can beside it.Three strides… that's all it took to be in front of her.I looked between her and Daniel, tears burning behind my eyes.This is what I've been reduced to…A nobody.My hands moved before I could think… Smack.The sound echoed around the room. Daniel shot up, gaze darkened. “What the fuck, Tara,” he yelled. I didn't spare him a response.I wasn't done with his plaything. One of them needed to be taught to stay a
Sebastian’s Pov “Everything should be in place before 10 a.m.”My voice was calm.“Don’t disappoint me… or you’ll lose your job.”I ended the call before she could respond.I dialed another number.“Any news?”Silence lingered on the other end before the private investigator finally spoke.“I’m sorry, sir. Nothing yet.”I ended the call.I twirled my chair back, eyes drifting to the floor-to-ceiling window.Six years.Six years of searching.And still… nothing.No trace.Not even a body to mourn.Marilyn was just… erased. But I wasn't going to give up my search. I didn't stop six years ago and I won't stop now.I leaned back and shut my eyes briefly. Then… thoughts of her clouded my mind.Not Marilyn.The woman from last night.A soft chuckle escaped my lips.Her voice echoed in my head. Not pleading.But demanding.She was bold. Fearless even.The hair at the nape of my neck became erect.What an experience.I had to see her again. One more time at least.Then it struck me.The
TARA’S POV His grip tightened “I asked you a question.”My breath hitched.In all the years we had been married…Daniel had never looked at me like this. Not with this kind of rage.“You're hurting me, Daniel,” I groaned. “Tell me who it is…now!” He yelled, finally letting go roughly. I stumbled back but got a hold of the rail.“Stop this madness, Daniel,” I retorted, pushing him slightly to create distance. “You wanted an open marriage… remember?”He clenched his fist. Silence lingered for a moment.“It doesn't matter who touched me. Get over it.” I moved closer to him, lifted my chin and locked eyes with him.“You… lost the right to care the moment you suggested that,” I said slowly, eyes wide as I pointed at him.I turned on my heels and headed for my room. “You'd better not be fucking random dudes. I have a reputation to maintain.” I heard from behind but I didn't turn nor did I respond. Our marriage was on the verge of breaking and his reputation is still his top priori
TARA’S POV The air in the cab grew heavier as my mind circled around the possibility of the stranger being dangerous. What if he took pictures and videos? What were his plans? My chest tightened as I wrapped my hands around my phone.I inhaled and leaned backwards. Over half the city knows I am married to Daniel Bryce and Daniel has a lot of rivals. What if I fell into a trap created by one of them?My mind reeled on the worst case scenario.“Turn the car around,” I yelled, coming out of my thoughts.If my suspicions are right, then going back would be a silly move. But… I had to know who the stranger was. The driver turned to me with a dark expression. I figured he'd see me as crazy, judging from my actions and appearance but that was the least of my worries. “You'll pay for my time, ma'am.” I nodded and he turned the car back to the guest house next to the bar from last night. I tried convincing myself that I was making the right choice and I needed to meet the stranger but
TARA'S POV I took a long deep inhale as he made the first thrust.He flipped me over, my legs on the bed with hips raised. I yelped, breathing heavy. It felt like my legs could collapse from the ruthless thrusts.“You …” I trailed as he spanked me, hard.“Quiet. Spread,” he ordered. Voice low. I didn't want to obey but my body obeyed, hips arched up. He gripped my hair, firm but not painful, leaned closer and pressed a kiss on my neck. I felt the hardness press against my folds. My insides clenched, dripping wet. “What happened to the bold earlier, huh?” He asked and before I could open my mouth to defend myself, he thrust into me, fast, hard ….deep. “Urgh,” I moaned, loud. He kept thrusting. In, out, my breasts bouncing from each thrust. The room filled with the sound of his hips slapping against mine. His grip on my hair loosened and he held onto my hips pushing in deeper. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. The words came out rough, trembling with desire. He thrust in deeper, faste
TARA'S POV “I'll pay well, don't be shy,” I said trying to coax him as I leaned in closer. He didn't react or respond. Simply watched. Maybe they were told not to talk much so they don't piss off their customers. I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him towards the reception counter. He had a steady balance. “My room card,” I said to the receptionist. It was a guy. My vision was still blurry, but I could see the look in his eyes go from confusion to fear. “Room ….card?” He asked, his voice shaking as he passed me a weird glance. I nodded and that made the ground move again.“Mmhmm,” “Ma'am, do you …know who you are wi…”I frowned. “Of course, he is my ….” I trailed not wanting anyone to know I had ordered a callboy.“Just give me the card,” I added impatiently. I didn't know what gave me the boldness. Heartbreak or vodka.The receptionist choked, glanced at the man beside me then back at me, his hands trembling. My pupils narrowed at his reaction and I leaned closer to hi







