His Contract, Her Revenge

Chapter 1

Bailey's POV 

The air inside the dark hallway smelled like stale rain and cheap air freshener.

I stood before apartment 4B, holding hot dumplings and a birthday cake bought with my last thirty dollars. My feet throbbed after a long twelve-hour shift, but I just wanted to see Gabriel’s face.

For three years, Gabriel was my sanctuary while my mom was dying of kidney failure and my sister needed tuition. He was the only person I trusted.

I unlocked the door.

"Gabriel?" I called softly, stepping inside. "I brought the…”

The words caught in my throat.

The living room was chaotic, with red high heels near the sofa. From behind the bedroom door, I heard whispers, low laughter, and heavy breathing.

I didn't scream or cry. A cold, heavy numbness settled over my chest, the exact same feeling I had when police reported my dad's death years ago.

Quietly, I walked toward the bedroom, my light footsteps silent on the wooden floor. I pushed the heavy bedroom door open wide, stepping quietly past the dimly lit threshold as my heart pounded wildly against my ribs in the heavy dark silence of the messy home entrance.

Gabriel sat half-naked on the plush leather couch, his broad shoulders gleaming under the dim ambient light. Straddling his lap was chloe my roommate in a sheer, crimson silk gown that barely clung to her frame. Gabriel’s hands were wrapped possessively around her slim waist, pulling her flush against his chest.

“Come on, baby... feel me,” she purred, her voice dripping with soft, dangerous venom. “I’m the only one who can actually satisfy you. Not your perfect, boring little girlfriend.”

A dark, low chuckle rumbled in Gabriel’s throat a sound I had never heard from him before. It sent an icy shiver down my spine. Without a word, he reached for his discarded necktie on the armrest, wrapping the black silk over her eyes and tying it behind her head. He lifted her easily into his arms, carrying her toward the mattress in the adjoining room.

He pinned her down, hovering over her as she dragged him closer by his shirt collar. Their breaths mingled hot, shallow, and heavy with cheap whiskey before their lips crashed together in a bruised, desperate kiss. Her manicured nails dug into his bare back, scraping down his skin and leaving thin pink tracks in their wake.

Gabriel pulled back just long enough to shed his trousers, leaving him in only his black boxers. In one swift, fluid motion, he hooked his fingers into the shoulder straps of her nightgown, tearing it down to her waist. Her hands reached behind her back to unhook her bra, tossing it onto the floor.

He leaned down, his tongue trailing a slow, burning path from the swell of her hip up across her ribs, lingering over the exposed curve of her breasts. She let out a sharp, breathless moan, arching her back off the sheets as his mouth clamped over her nipple, sucking firmly while his hands pinned her wrists above her head.

When she wriggled out of her silk panties, Gabriel stripped away his boxers, discarding the last barrier between them. He grabbed her by the hips, pulling her roughly to the edge of the mattress, and spread her legs wide.

He didn't wait his d*ck pushed through her clit as she gasped, her fingers clutching the bedsheets as he established a fast, rhythmic pace. Sweat beaded along Gabriel’s hairline, dripping from his chin onto her chest as the sound of skin hitting skin filled the quiet apartment.

“Oh God… yes… yes… she whimpered, her body shuddering under his weight.

Gabriel chuckled again, that same sinister, unfamiliar sound. He pulled out, gripped her hips, and flipped her onto her hands and knees. Coming up behind her, his hands clamped onto her waist as his cock went inside her clit from behind, his palms striking her thighs with heavy, rhythmic thuds.

“You like this, don’t you?” Gabriel growled into the shell of her ear, his voice rough and stripped of any tenderness. “You dirty little slut.”

“I love it...” she gasped out, her head buried in the pillows as her body rocked with every hit. “Harder... feel me more before your sweet little girlfriend comes looking for you...”

“Gabriel...” she began to chant, her voice rising, broken by heavy gasps. “Gabriel... faster... Oh so good… so good… oh…”

Suddenly, Gabriel pulled out completely, leaving her trembling on the damp sheets. He shifted back onto his knees, his chest heaving as his hand wrapped around his c*ck stroking himself in steady, deliberate motions as he looked down at her.

“Lie down back,” he commanded softly.

She rolled over immediately, her eyes still blindfolded by his tie, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. Gabriel leaned down between her thighs, parting her with his hands, and pressed his mouth directly against her clit. A loud, sharp gasp tore from her throat as he started licking her p*ssy, his fingers reaching up to knead her breasts in time with every slick, heavy stroke until her moans filled every corner of the room.

“Gabriel,” I said. My voice wasn't loud, but he heard.

Gabriel froze, turning with wide, panicked eyes. Chloe gasped, pulling a bedsheet over her chest, but I ignored her.

“Bailey!” Gabriel scrambled up, pulling his jeans on. "Wait, listen! I was drunk!”

“Save it,” I said, placing the food and cake on the living room table.

Gabriel rushed out, grabbing my wrist. “Don't leave! I made a mistake! I’m stressed! Your mother’s medical bills... it’s hard on us! I needed escape!”

I looked into his eyes. “Are you blaming my dying mother for your betrayal?"

“No, Bailey…”

“Let go.”

He released me. “You need me! You have no money and can't survive alone!”

“I survived before you,” I whispered. “You were just a mistake.”

I dropped his key, left, and walked into freezing rain.

At the bus stop, Saint Jude’s Emergency Ward called. My mother was in septic shock, requiring a fifty-thousand-dollar deposit because her insurance failed.

A black luxury car stopped. A driver held an umbrella, showing a tablet titled MARRIAGE CONTRACT.

“Mr. Raven Crest will pay your mother’s bill instantly," the driver said, looking steady, composed, and entirely serious while standing beside the dark open luxury vehicle door under heavy rainfall. “Get inside this vehicle now, step away from the cold storm, and simply sign this official binding ten-million-dollar contract right away to secure total immediate safety, full medical coverage, and proper care for her tonight.”