Chapter 2

His mouth crushed mine until he broke the kiss, pushing me back slightly, just enough to make me dizzy. My chest heaved as I whispered, breathless, “Do what you were paid for.”

I slammed the door shut, dragging him back to me. But this time, he was the one in control, pinning me against the wall. His stare locked on mine for one long second, then dropped to my lips. And then he kissed me like he’d been waiting for me all his life. My knees almost gave out under the force of it.

He lifted me with ease, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as if I belonged there, then he carried me to the bed without ever breaking the kiss. Our tongues tangled, his taste filling me, desperate and reckless.

When he laid me down, his hands claimed my thighs, sliding upward with deliberate heat. I ripped my dress off, the fabric pooling on the floor, leaving me bare and trembling under his stare. He pulled down his pants in seconds, and when his boxers dropped, my breath caught.

God… he’s… so…big.

His gaze never left mine as he crawled onto the bed, his hands cupping my breasts, thumbs teasing until a moan slipped from me. He kissed down my neck, biting just hard enough to make me gasp. I was already soaked and aching for him.

He spread my legs wide, eyes dark and possessive. “So beautiful,” he murmured, voice dripping with sin.

Then, without warning, he pushed inside me.

“Ahhh—fuck!”

My back arched, nails clawing the sheets. He stretched me wide, so much thicker than Louis had ever been. I gasped, my body struggling to take him, but craving every inch.

He paused, letting me adjust. His jaw tightened as he fought for control.

“Breathe,” he murmured, his eyes holding mine. “Just breathe.”

I dragged in a shaky breath, my fingers tightening around the sheets.

“That’s it,” he said quietly. “Don’t fight it.”

My eyes squeezed shut for a second.

“You okay?”

I nodded, barely managing to get the word out. “Yes.”

“Look at me.”

I opened my eyes.

His gaze stayed fixed on mine. “Good. Take your time.”

Then he moved slowly, with deep thrusts that had me trembling.

“Ahh…” I panted.

“Like that?” he asked, his voice rough.

I swallowed hard and nodded.

“Use your voice.”

“I… I like it.”

A faint smirk touched his lips. “I know.”

His pace quickened, each thrust deeper and harder. My moans filled the room, shameless and raw.

“Yes… oh God, yes!”

“That’s it,” he growled. “Let me hear you.”

My fingers curled into the sheets as another wave of pleasure moved through me.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled, sweat beading along his jaw as he pounded harder.

Tears pricked my eyes as Louis’s betrayal flashed in my mind again. My voice cracked as I whispered, “Rosie. Say my name… please.”

His gaze softened just for a beat, then he leaned down, licking the tears from my cheeks. His voice dropped low and dangerously against my ear.

“You’re fucking good, Rosie.”

Hearing my name on his lips broke me. I dragged him closer, hands gripping his ass, urging him deeper and harder.

“I—I’m gonna—” I whimpered, climax threatening to shatter me.

“Don’t,” he snarled, his breath ragged.

But I couldn’t hold back. My walls clenched, and just when I was about to fall apart, he pulled out.

I gasped, frustrated and shaking, then cried out when he flipped me over, forcing me to my knees. His hand locked around the back of my neck, making me look at him over my shoulder. His other hand gripped my waist like a vice.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

I turned my head, meeting his eyes.

“Good girl.”

He slammed back inside me, deep and brutal.

“Ah fuck!” I screamed, the sound muffled against the pillow.

“Don’t hide that sound,” he growled. “Let me hear you.”

I gripped the sheets harder.

“That’s it. Stay right there.”

He took me like he owned me, thrust after punishing thrust, sweat dripping onto my back, his body relentless. My vision blurred, my voice broke, and I was nothing but need and trembling flesh beneath him.

“Fuck,” he breathed roughly.

With a final groan, he pulled out, his release spilling hot across my ass.

I collapsed forward, ruined, my body limp and shivering. The world spun. My thighs ached, but I didn’t care, I was exhausted, emptied, and satisfied.

Darkness pulled me under before I even realized I’d fallen asleep.

When I woke up, the room was too bright. My head pounded, my thighs sore in ways I hadn’t felt in years. I groaned, sitting up slowly. The sheets smelled like sex, sweat, and regret. The bed beside me was cold. He was gone.

I looked around and noticed a folded note on the table with my phone pressed on it.

I reached for it with shaking hands, and the words slammed into me like ice:

Wrong room, but you taste good.

I froze. My breath hitched. Wrong room?

Clutching the blanket to my chest, I stumbled to the door, my bare feet dragging across the carpet. The number on the wall read 325.

Why do I feel like it was the correct number—?

“Shit!” I yelled, throwing my head back against the door.

Humiliation seared through me as I dialed Ivy. She picked up instantly.

“How was it, baby?”

“Ivy, what room number did you book?” My voice shook.

“352. Why?”

I clenched my jaw. “I went into a fucking wrong room. I slept with the wrong man!”

There was a beat of silence. Then her voice rose, half scandalized, half thrilled. “First of all, how the hell did that happen?”

“I don’t know,” I snapped, my stomach churning. “I’m coming home. I’ll tell you everything.”

When I got home, I spilled the whole story. Ivy sipped her wine, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

She set the glass down, smirking. “So… was he good?”

I glared at her.

“Ivy—”

“No, don’t ‘Ivy’ me. You walked into the wrong room, and the man left a note saying you taste good. I need to know if he was good.”

Heat rushed up my neck. I muttered, “He was… big. And yes. He was good.”

She squealed, smacking my shoulder like a giddy schoolgirl. “I knew it! Tell me more.”

I rolled my eyes, lighting a cigarette, but the words slipped out anyway. “I was drunk, but I saw his face clearly. He didn’t look away from me once. He was… good-looking. He even moaned my name when I asked him to.”

Her smile dropped. “You did what? You asked him to say your name? Girl, you ruined the tea with that sad shit.”

I shrugged. “I was drunk, and desperate.”

She didn’t respond, instead, she took another sip of her wine.

My chest tightened. “It’s worse. I cried… because I remembered Louis.”

Her whole mood soured. She drained her wine in one gulp and slammed the glass down. “It’s been a month, Rosie. A whole month. And even with another man fucking you, you’re still crying over that asshole?”

Her words stung because they were true.

I exhaled smoke slowly. “You don’t get it. We were supposed to get married, Ivy. I thought he was gonna be my fucking husband. You don’t just erase that overnight. I’m trying.”

Her shoulders softened. She sat beside me and pulled me into a hug. “I know, baby. But the sooner you let him go, the better. Don’t waste yourself on him.”

I inhaled deeply, letting the smoke fill my lungs. “You’re right. I will move on. Instead of wasting my time crying, I will use it to crawl out of this hell and build something no one can take from me.”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Ivy said, squeezing me tighter. “Fuck Louis, fuck Lisa, and fuck your tears. You’ve got a whole life waiting.”