LOGINAURELIA'S POV
After watching the video and gaining my memory everything started to piece together. The content of the video showed one of the guys particularly the one videoing the whole thing dropping a pill in the tequila shot I was supposed to take . So I wasn't just under the influence of two shots of tequila the previous night, I was under the influence of an aphrodisiac commonly known as Ecstasy or Egg shell. According to the comments and messages that followed the video, I pieced out that it was a planned event for me to get drugged and then sexed by Elan in front of everyone present, because I was under the influence of an aphrodisiac, I wouldn't only be sexually aroused and then do whatever Elan wanted me to do in front of the others, I would also have passed out and I wouldn't really remember anything until days later, and not on my own only by external help. The whole thing was videoed from when my drink was spiked to when I left the private club, with all of them thinking I wouldn't make it out of the club and I would eventually come back and give in to Elan sexing me in front of everyone since I'd be so aroused. I felt like puking just realizing how dirty this actually was. Imagine losing my virginity in front of strangers, it didn't even firm well in my mind. And it news flash of every girl sitting down at the table the previous night Elan had witnessed their boyfriend fuck them through the same method they tried to use on me. It was some kind of bet or Game or some kind of non spiritual ritual. Well I had beaten them to it and left the club before the effect of the aphrodisiac started kicking in. I had actually entered the wrong hotel and I did not check in at the room Elan booked for me instead I was in another hotel just opposite my booked hotel. It happened that there are two five star hotel in that area precisely opposite each other and I had entered the wrong one all thanks to my drunkenness. So I was in the wrong hotel and in the wrong room and I had just freely given my virginity to a man I barely knew . NOAH'S POV Still couldn't get my mind off the sex with that sexy escort so I decided to contact the agency again just so I could do this one more time and not blame how good I felt on the fact that I hadn't had sex in a long while or the fact that my tipsiness might have made me over imagine things. I texted the agency but there was no replies, my calls never got to the other end, and that's when I realized I had been blocked . I used another number to get through to them and it didn't go through either. I searched for their social media handle anonymously and it was then I saw other people's review of the agency and realized they were a scam. According to most of the reviews the agency never sends any escorts to their customers, they only collect money and immediately blocks the customers. I was stunned, as i stared at the comments. So If that agency hadn't sent the hot girl in gold dress, Who was she, and how did she end up in my bed?? I remembered how good she had felt in my arms, how perfect she had been. She was so different from the escorts I'd been with before—more genuine, more real. She was even a Freaking virgin.Could it be that this wasn't just a coincidence? Could it be that there was something more going on here?I didn’t even remember how I ended up in bed. The last clear memory I had was leaning against my bedroom door, trying to breathe, trying to steady myself after everything that happened downstairs.Maybe I crawled into bed at some point. Maybe my body just shut down and carried me there on autopilot. All I knew was that I’d been exhausted before, but nothing compared to how drained I felt after last night.My one-week break from work was still valid, so at least I wouldn’t have to drag myself into the office. But that didn’t solve the bigger problem: I was still in Noah’s house.I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, replaying every moment from the night before. Every look, every near-touch, every line I almost crossed.How on earth was I supposed to face him after that?I didn’t even trust myself enough to stay under the same roof with him.My mind wandered to where he might be right now. Was he awake? Was he thinking about it too? Or had he already buried the whole moment l
Aurelia’s chest heaved as she stepped back, trying to put space between them, but the heat of him still lingered, crawling along her skin like a stubborn shadow. She wanted him. God, she wanted him. Every nerve in her body was screaming for it. Every pulse, every shiver, every instinct begged her to melt back into him.But her brain… her brain was screaming louder.She wasn’t scared of Noah. Not really. She had no fear of him as a man—he was no stranger, no predator. It wasn’t that. It was the logic buried beneath the want.Even if her body begged for it, her mind knew this wasn’t right.She thought about the night with the blonde. The drugs, the confusion, the haze that made her forget her own boundaries. That was one thing—she hadn’t known, hadn’t been fully herself. This… this was different. She was awake, aware, and every thought screamed caution.She wasn’t the kind of woman who did one-night stands. She hadn’t ever been. And this—whatever it was with Noah—it was building into so
Noah was still catching his breath, his chest rising and falling hard, the taste of her still on his tongue, the ghost of her touch still burning along his skin. His head fell back for a second—just long enough for the rush to settle—and then his eyes opened.And found her.Aurelia.Kneeling between his legs, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes wide and dazed like she’d been dragged somewhere she didn’t expect to go.Something inside him cracked open at the sight.Something old.Something familiar.The way she looked right now—the softness in her eyes, the trembling in her shoulders, the warm breath on his skin—it hit him like a punch.The escort.That night.That feeling of losing control with a woman who felt like a stranger and yet… not.This moment felt the same.Worse.More dangerous.Because this wasn’t a stranger.This was Aurelia.His staff.His fucking staff.The word stabbed through his brain, harsh and ugly—but it didn’t matter. Not right now. Not when everything in him was
Her dress was still on from the ball, and he moved slowly, fingers brushing over her shoulder as he slipped the strap down. The soft fabric slid over her skin, revealing more with each inch, and the way her breath hitched only spurred him on.He lowered his mouth to her collarbone, lips trailing over the skin like he was memorizing her, and she closed her eyes, her back arching slightly into him. Every part of her was awake. She felt like her whole body had been waiting for this — for himMemories of the night her virginity was taken flashed by her eyes, she felt the way she felt that night.The atmosphere,the exact spot Noah was placing his kisses,the way she was moaning and throwing her head back. It somehow felt foreign but not new. Aurelia immediately inwardly scolded her self for comparing that night to what she was feeling now instead of living in the moment The gown pooled around her ankles, leaving her bare in front of him.Noah stepped back for just a second, and his eyes ra
It was Nathan.Noah’s cousin.Even if she already guessed it, seeing him there—alone, with that twisted smirk—made her stomach churn. Sure, he was about Noah’s age, but everything about him felt older… rougher. Scarier. The kind of man you didn’t want near you when no one else was around.She tried to take a step back, but his grip only tightened. One hand still clutching her arm like it belonged to him, the other casually lifting a cigarette to his lips. He took a long drag, eyes raking over her body like she was something laid out for him to sample.“You shouldn’t run off like that,” he said, voice low, almost mocking. “What if something happened to you out here?”She said nothing.She didn’t trust her voice.He took another puff, then leaned in way too close. Close enough that she could feel the heat of his breath, the stench of his cologne, the smoke lingering between them like a curse. And then—he exhaled, slow and deliberate, right into her face.Aurelia flinched, coughing light
Aurelia hated that she was affected by him.Noah.She hated how her heartbeat had caught in her throat that morning, how she was still thinking about the warmth of his hands on her waist, the way his voice dropped when he spoke to her. She hated how his distance had stung more than she was willing to admit.He was her boss.That was the line.He’d been kind. Polite. Maybe a little warm. But that was all it was — she was probably just taking it the wrong way. Misreading everything.And with the plans she had for herself — real, grown-up, get-my-life-back plans — she didn’t have space for misplaced feelings.Especially not for someone like him.So she pushed it down.At least she tried toLike she always did.Downstairs, Noah waited near the entrance, dressed in a dark tailored suit that looked like it had been sewn directly onto his frame. His hair was slicked back neatly, a silver cufflink glinting under the chandelier light. Calm, in control — the very image of authority.Except he wa







