Chapter 2

(Chelsea’s POV)

The hotel was five stars and surprisingly, everyone at the front desk bowed their heads the moment they saw him. I suddenly wondered who he was. He didn’t need to check in. He just led me upstairs, his hand firm on the small of my back, and I followed without asking questions.

My heart pounded loud in my chest because I knew this was my fault. I was the reason he had brought me here.

The suite was larger than my apartment, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. I barely had time to take it in before he was in front of me, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing across my lips.

A shiver ran down my spine. I realized what I felt was fear. I had never had sex before. I had no idea what it would feel like.

“Before I proceed, I need you to answer one single question for me.” He murmured, a soft look in his eyes as if he noticed the slight hint of hesitation. "What did he do?"

"Who?" I blinked.

"Your boyfriend."

Color drained from my face. How did he know?

"It's so obvious, sweetheart." He said, as if being able to directly read the question that popped in my mind. "You look more heartbroken than someone who just wants to enjoy a night. So tell me, what did he do?"

I looked away, feeling the pain I fought so hard to disregard return fresh and hit me harder than it did before. Again, I saw the image of Adrian and Sophia in bed together.

Gently, he cupped my chin, directing my gaze back at him. "Did he cheat on you?"

"What difference would it make if I told you?" I muttered.

"Because if you're drunk and alone with a horny stranger like me in his hotel room then it better be worth it." His jaw clenched. He found my waist and pulled me close, completely closing the space between us until I could feel the bulge in his pants which remained hard and visible the entire journey here, even while we had walked into the building.

I was pretty sure the women at the front desk had noticed it too.

"Are you scared?" He mumbled against my ear, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin.

I bit down on my lower lip and shook my head.

"Good. Because I can assure you that once I'm in, there's no going back. I am sadly not the gentleman you think I am."

Is that what this meant? He wanted me so bad and yet he needed enough reason to not feel guilty for taking out his erection and driving it into me?

Then he was wrong.

He must really be a gentleman.

Maybe just not when he would begin to...

I swallowed, imagining the sort of things he was capable of doing to me. "Yes, he... he cheated on me. My boyfriend. With my best friend." I felt his body stiffen against me. Just for a moment. Then it relaxed.

"I'll be glad to help you forget about him."

Slowly, he leaned away and our eyes met.

I didn't think. I leaned into him and kissed him.

The moment our lips touched, everything else disappeared. His mouth was hard, demanding, and when his tongue slid between my lips, I opened for him with a desperate moan. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling my head back just enough so he could take control, his kiss rough and claiming.

I clawed at his jacket, shoving it down his arms. He let it fall to the floor, then unbuttoned my dress with ruthless precision. I gasped as the fabric slipped from my shoulders, pooling at my feet, leaving me in nothing but lace panties and my bra.

Again, I acted without needing to think much about it. I reached for his zipper and pulled it down, I had no idea what I was doing. But he didn't stop me this time until my hands closed around his cock still hidden beneath his briefs.

He was huge, so much it scared me. More huge than I remembered Adrian was. Yet, I had only gone as far as taking Adrian into my mouth and getting choked in the process. I couldn't believe I was about to take something bigger inside of me.

His amber eyes darkened. “Fuck.”

He pushed me back until my thighs hit the edge of the bed, and then he shoved me down. I landed on the silk sheets, breathless, my hair spread out like a halo.

He loomed over me, unbuttoning his shirt one slow button at a time, revealing hard muscle, sculpted chest, a faint trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath his belt. My mouth went dry. I found every inch of him attractive, powerful, dangerous.

When he joined me on the bed, his hand slid down my stomach, fingers hooking into my panties. He tore them off with a single, brutal tug, leaving me exposed.

I whimpered as his fingers brushed my slit, teasing, parting me until he found my clitoris. The first stroke made me arch off the bed, a cry ripping from my throat.

“So wet already,” he breathed against my ear, his deep voice sending vibrations straight to my brain.

I shook my head, gasping as his thumb circled harder. “W-wait.”

I forgot to mention the most important part of our conversation. He needed to know I was a virgin. That I'd never done this before. Hoping it would make him use the right amount of pace I could afford to take on my first time.

“Wait?” He asked, sliding two thick fingers inside me without warning. "I told you there's no going back once I'm in."

I cried out, clutching at the sheets as he fucked me with his hand, curling his fingers just right to make sparks explode behind my eyes.

“Please,” I begged, not even knowing what I was asking for.

His cock pressed hard against my thigh through his trousers, thick and unyielding. He ground against me, letting me feel the weight of it, the promise of what was coming.

“You want this cock, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice a dark rasp. "Say it."

“Yes,” I sobbed, my body trembling. “God, yes.”

He kissed me again, biting my lip until it hurt, fingers still thrusting deep, thumb merciless on my clit. I was close, so close. I could feel it. The coil in my belly tightening with every movement.

And then... his phone rang.

The sound sliced through the haze of lust. He snarled, yanking it from his pocket. “Don’t move,” he ordered, his tone so sharp it froze me in place.

I lay there, naked, trembling, watching him pace to the bathroom with his phone pressed to his ear.

That’s when I saw it. His wallet, carelessly discarded on the floor, a passport photograph which looked weirdly familiar peeking out of it. Curious, I forgot the order he gave me and stood up. I knew nothing about this man. Not even his name. Maybe it was normal for me to be curious.

My knees buckled a few times, almost giving in, but I didn't allow it until I picked up the wallet and pulled out the photograph. My eyes widened instantly. The person I was staring at was none other than Adrian. My boyfriend.

I wasn't seeing double, was I?

I rubbed my eyes again and again, and I was apparently staring at the same face. There was no way I was that drunk.

Why did he have a passport photograph of Adrian in his wallet?

Alarmed, I reached into his wallet for something else. His ID card. I pulled it out and scanned through the details.

Leonard Grey.

My blood turned to ice. Adrian's last name was also Grey.

Adrian Grey.

No. It couldn’t be.

The names. The faces.

My eyes traveled from the passport photograph to the photo on the ID card, realising the striking resemblance.

If I knew one thing about Adrian, it was the number of siblings he had which was none! Therefore, this man couldn't be his elder brother. Which meant...

I threw the wallet to the ground like it suddenly burned and ran to pick up my discarded dress, clutching it to my chest, panic thundering through me.

Leonard Grey. Adrian’s father.

Oh God.

I bolted for the door.