"I do not need company!" I retorted as I stood up to leave.
He smirked. "Let me take you back to your dormitory." "No!" I cried. "I don't want to go back there! I hate everyone. I hate everyone!" My voice broke as tears streamed down my face. "Let me take you to my penthouse, then, since you don't want to go home." He said mischievously I hesitated, "Fine," I mumbled, wiping away tears. "Just get me out of here, make me forget him. Please, make me forget everything!" I pleaded. "Come on," he said gently, guiding me out of the bar and into his to his car. The ride was a silent one as i was barely awake all through. We arrived at his luxurious penthouse, and he disappeared inside, briefly, returning with a cup. "Here," he said softly, sitting next to me. Just what I needed—water. I took the cup and drank more than half of it. He brushed a strand of hair from my face. "You look so beautiful." "I feel so sad," I muttered feeling extreme pain "You won't feel that way tonight," he whispered, and before I could react, his lips were on mine. The urge was driving me crazy. His lips were so sweet and tasted like strawberries. I cringed as his cold hands touched me, tracing my body and making me more drawn to him. He carried me gently into his bedroom and on his majestic bed His soft, tender kiss only lasted for a few seconds before he started to go rough on me. Despite being drunk, I found myself matching his hungry pace. He inserted his tongue with mine and yanked off my bra. He wandered down to my wet clit, When I saw him suck his finger into my clit, I was bewildered even more. He began to clean me with his tongue, pushing in and out. Gosh! His tongue was so talented, and I felt sensations I had never felt before. He drove his tongue in and out, and I let out a soft moan. I wanted to scream in pleasure when he placed one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking it greedily while he kept pushing his fingers in and out of my wet pussy. Before I knew what was happening, he slid his Dick in. I screamed out in pain as my eyes widened. “Argh!” He kept moving in and out, and all I could feel was this heavenly sensation mixed with a bit of pain. He kept repeating it faster. It was no doubt he was about to cum. I felt my eyes roll back as I let out soft moans. He was an expert, and I... well, this was my first time. He kept going until we both got tired, and I fell asleep. ***** "Hey, wake up!" My eyes fluttered open to the sight of a bright and unfamiliar room. "What... where am I?" I muttered, my voice hoarse as I tried to piece together my memories. "You're in my penthouse, darling," a smooth voice replied. I turned to see a man standing by the door. "Mr. Miller," I looked at him, utterly embarrassed. "After everything we did last night, you still think we aren't on a first-name basis?" He stared at me from the mirror. "You should take a shower. The water pressure is... excellent." "No, I should leave," I replied, in shambles as I tried to put on my clothes, avoiding his gaze. "Charlotte, don't you want to talk about last night?" He asked from the bathroom. I ignored him as I wrestled with my memory, attempting to reconstruct the aftermath of my reckless drinking. In a moment of haste, I slid beneath the cool sheets, my hands clawing at the scattered remnants of my clothing. Each article was a potential witness to a night of debauchery. By the time I had finished dressing, Mr. Miller had also put on his clothes. "Mr. Miller, can we forget what happened between us last night?" I asked as I stood by the door while he stared into the mirror. "If you are worried about any STDs, I assure you I'm clean. I was a virgin," I corrected myself. "The only person who lost anything here is me," I continued as I looked at the bloodstain on the sheet. He walked toward me, coldly staring at me with his piercing eyes, his face showing no emotion. "Rest assured, I have no reason to believe you have any diseases." "However," he continued, "I want to ask if you want anything from me. You don't strike me as the kind of person who wants money for her first time." I looked at him, my brow furrowed. "You are correct. I do not want your money; I want you to keep this a secret." "I didn't know it was your first time," he said, starting to walk around me, his arms swinging by his sides, his aura exuding authority. "As compensation, I will grant you one demand. You can ask anything of me, except to make you fall in love with me," he said confidently. I couldn't believe my ears. "Mr. Miller, I think you misunderstood. I don't go out to give myself away, so I won't trade myself for anything. In fact, I plan to quit working for you officially. From now on, I'll be focusing on my graduation thesis, and we won't be seeing each other again. I'm going to wish you a good life. Goodbye!" I declared as I walked away from the hotel room. Mr. Miller's mouth twitched with surprise and amusement. My unexpected departure and had caught his attention. He picked up the scarf that I had left behind by mistake and began to inhale its scent. My words had presented him with an intriguing challenge, and he eagerly contemplated what the future would hold. In a northern city, Derik Miller, CEO of Star Prize Corporation, represented power, wealth, and danger. Rumor had it that he had killed his older brother and left his younger brother crippled to become the sole inheritor of the family business. If there was one person in this world I wouldn't dare to think about, it was him. Yet, this was the person with whom I had foolishly spent the night. The person who looked like a seductive god. Adding to the complexities of the situation, the Star Prize enterprise wasn't just an ordinary company; it stood as the primary rival to the Lockwood Group of Industries, owned by my father. Our rivalries extended beyond mere financial competition, spilling over into a power struggle for control over the city. Both groups were unscrupulous in their methods, causing collateral damage on both sides. Yes, indeed, I had slept with my father's bitter adversary. I quickened my pace, eager to distance myself from Derik's home. If anyone from the Lockwood family ever discovered this, the shame would be unbearable. "Charlotte!" My best friend Mia called from behind me. "Charlotte, stop! Charlotte, listen to me, please," she said as she ran towards me while I intensified my speed. The thought of the betrayal from last night was unbearable. If I hadn't walked in on my best friend and my boyfriend cheating on me yesterday, my drunken night of debauchery could have been avoided. "Charlotte!" Mia said, finally catching up with me. "Are you alright?" She held my hands. "What are you doing walking around the neighborhood?" She asked, looking so concerned. I chuckled. "Like you care. Please, Mia, save me from the nice girl talk." I replied as I let go of her hands. "I'm sorry," Mia pleaded. "It's my fault. I was the one who seduced Alex. If you want to blame anyone, blame me!" Alex appeared behind Mia, remorsefully. "No, she's wrong... I'm sorry, Charl." I looked at them both in disgust. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I thought this only happened in vulgar novels. One of them was my boyfriend, and the other was my best friend and roommate. I chuckled. "Alex, you don't have to worry about me," I turned to Mia. "Mia, he's all yours, and as far as you and I go, this friendship is done. Goodbye!" I said as I shoved them both away to walk past. "Charlotte! Please wait, Charlotte!" Alex called as he began to move slowly towards me. A black Lamborghini turned into the road, heading towards me. I stopped the car by signaling to it, desperate to get away from the cheating couple. I got into the car, and as it started to move, I turned to look at the person sitting beside me. It turned out to be Derik Miller.By the time I realized that I had entered Derik Miller's car, it was too late. Again, I had acted impulsively, only to regret it afterward. Without hesitation, I followed through with my rash decision, leaving Alex and Mia standing there. "Are you stalking me now?" I asked this cold and silent man sitting beside me, "Take me to Boulevard now or I will sue you for being a perv." "Do as this lady says." He ordered his driver who responded with a bow Remorse filled me, I regretted my impulsive actions and now I had lost Alex, my best friend Mia, and my virginity. With a heavy heart, I knew that yesterday was indeed the worst day of my life. It was when he gave me a towel, that I had realized tears were gushing from my eyes "Thank You," I said as I followed his gaze down to my muddy shoes. "I promise Mr Miller, I'll clean your car, I'm sorry for making a mess." "I will appreciate that." He replied coldly The next few minutes' drive was a silent one until we finally got to B
Third Person POV "What? You will what?" "I will raise my child." His eyes beamed authority "No." Charlotte began to feel scared. She didn't want Derik to lay claim on her baby at all, neither does she want her child to be called a bastard "Please, Mr. Miller, let me go away with this Child." I said as my voice began to shake "If I have to kidnap you, then I would Charlotte. Do you understand?" Charlotte made no reply, the words had gone down her heart. 'Is this really happening to me? Is my Mother's fate going to resurface?' She thought The next ride was a silent drive. Derik got to the school and Charlotte got out of the car. She didn't know what to say but one thing is for sure, she was not giving the baby up. She turned around and walked towards the school. But not long after she walked, she heard something nearby, someone shouted "Charlotte?"She looked to the other side of the school gate. There was a Bugatti parked by the road beside that car door a tall and handsome man
Charlotte's POV Who could have thought I would ever reveal my true identity to anyone, a secret I had sworn not to expose. And now, I'm saying this to Mr. Miller. "You are what?" his voice so domineering. I turned my face down, unable to meet his gaze. "I beg you, Mr. Miller, let me run away with my baby." "Your baby? Don't make this more difficult than it already is, Charlotte. Why don't you give my child to me, and you can leave. I will pay you a huge amount of money, enough to sustain you for a lifetime." "What?" I was shocked by Derik's statement "I'm offering my child a life full of luxury, can't you see? Tell me, Charlotte, what do you have to give the child, huh? What do you have other than your pride? You take up several jobs to feed yourself. When you give birth, will you keep doing that? Oh! Do you think Ethan Lockwood will help you Willingly?." He chuckled "He will offer to sleep with you and you will willingly give yourself to him because you are a slut!" He barely f
Charlotte awoke to the sound of a machine beeping in an unfamiliar room, her body throbbing with pain. "Arghhhh! Where am I?" she muttered, placing her hand on her forehead, attempting to piece together her shattered memory. "You're in the hospital, are you okay?" a familiar voice asked. "Argggh!" Suddenly, she remembered what happened. "My child!" she exclaimed, realization dawning. "How is my baby?" "Charlotte, take it easy," Derik said, his tone heavy with sadness. "Mr. Miller, is my child okay?" "The baby is gone," Derik disclosed, his heart broken, his breath heavy with the weight of the burden he carried. "What do you mean, gone?" she asked, trying to comprehend his words. "You were bleeding," he explained simply. "No!" she shook her head, unable to accept that her first child was gone. "No," she repeated countless times, refusing to believe the news, screaming and yelling in anguish over her lost child. Charlotte couldn't bear it anymore. She pulled the drip
Charlotte, pushed to the front of her father, who sat in a wheelchair, by two men, wore a face filled with rage. "The esteemed Mr. Lockwood is truly capable. He can even stoop to kidnapping in broad daylight," she said. Upon releasing her, the men let her feet touch the ground. Despite being in pain, she stood resolutely. James waved his hand, and the men departed. He coldly ordered, "Take a seat." "No, thanks." "Are you trying to annoy me?" "I've already said it, my name is Charlotte Jenner." "Even with the surname Jenner, you still have Lockwood blood." "That's why I always feel sick. Why did you summon me here?" "Why are you with Derik Miller?" He asked coldly. "It's my business." "What? Are you in need of money? Is that why you got pregnant by him?" He chuckled. "You fool!" Charlotte glared at him, feeling judged by her biological father for associating with the wealthy for financial gain. Heh, how laughable. "You didn't inherit any good traits from your mother, only
It was 9pm at the bar, Charlotte's Night shift. She was wearing a suit and was shuttling through the crowd. She was ordering wine, delivering orders, and her legs were nimble. Amongst the crowd, she was exceptionally eye-catching. She had a tall ponytail, a pretty face, and a slim figure. Even though she was wearing a conservative work uniform, she could still be noticed at first glance.It was because of this that she was often stopped by guests who did not follow the rules and asked how much they wanted for a night, just like now. A short, pot belly middle aged man came to her as usual like other men. She glanced at him with a smile, "Sir, I'm sorry. I'm just a waiter here." "Pfft, what are you pretending to be so Honorable for? you just need to accompany me to the room tonight." "I'm afraid, I'm not into men sir" "What do you mean," the man said, glaring at her "No, I'm telling you, I like women." she said with a smile The man was stunned for a moment. According to h
Derik chuckled "Well, my mother used to bring me here to listen to the peaceful sound of the sea," she continued "noone comes here. Every time I feel sad, I will come here to sit for a while. This place is very peaceful place.As long as I sit here with the sea breeze, listen to the sound of the sea, and look at the beautiful night sky, I feel that life is still pretty good, and the future is still pretty promising, don't you think?" Derik didn't say anything but listened attentively as she spoke. she looked so beautiful with a lot of problems. He felt she was just too delicate and frigal for everything she has been going through and for the first time, He wanted to help her. she chuckled, "I shouldn't be saying this. Oh! look, the sky is so beautiful" she pointed above her head and he raised his head to look at the brautiful night sky. He raised his eyebrows. "How did you find me anyway?" she asked after a while, how did you know i was going to be at the bar?" "I needed to
The courtroom crackled with tension as Derik sat stiffly beside Charlotte and the lawyer he had hired, the best lawyer in the world. His eyes fixed on Jessica, the woman who had torn his world apart.Charlotte, on the other hand, was cold, her hands shivered as her wounds were opened again. She couldn't help but remember her tragic past. The feeling of being pushed down the stairs, the pain of losing her first child. Her emotions were just like how she lost her mother twelve years ago when she lost her mother. She stared into space as heaviness clouded her mind.Derik sensed the tension in her heart and saw her clustered hands shaking, couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He felt it was his fault, if he had not met Jessica that night, if he... emotions clouded his mind. He placed his hand on Charlotte's shivering hands and turned to look at her, "Justice will be served, I promise you."Hearing those words, tears began to flow from her eyes. He gently pulled her into his embrace, feeli