Chapter 2

Night had fallen when I heard Megan unlock her door.

I hurriedly gathered the bouquet of roses I had bought and prepared to knock on her door. However, rhythmic thuds and stifled moans leaked out from her apartment.

The bouquet instantly slipped from my hands and hit the floor. Had she and Vincent made up?

The realization that I'd been lied to overwhelmed me, yet more than anything, I felt powerless. I plopped down on the couch and stared blankly at the painting on the wall, but I no longer had the courage to take it down.

Right then, someone knocked on my door. I dragged my dejected self over to answer it, and my eyes instantly went wide.

Megan wore a fiery red lace nightgown. The bold color accentuated her curves and left just enough to the imagination.

I ogled at her fair chest and couldn't help but gulp.

Megan's chuckle made my ears flush red. I hurriedly averted my gaze, avoiding her knowing look.

"Mind if I use your shower?"

"Huh?" That was fast. I hadn't even told her how I felt yet.

My instincts kicked in before my brain could catch up, and I nodded repeatedly. I stepped inside and let her in.

After her swaying figure disappeared from sight, I placed my hand over my rapidly pounding chest. Was I going to get lucky tonight? Would I get to feel the touch of a little riding crop and candle wax too?

As the sound of running water filled the room, I imagined how I would pin beneath me and lose myself in the moment. My phone rang, snapping me back to reality.

It was Ethan. I slapped my forehead. I'd completely forgotten about tonight's finals.

I took a quick look at the bathroom, steeled myself, and replied to Ethan. "I'm down with a bad flu. Everything hurts, and my head's spinning. I can't even get out of bed."

Three thousand dollars was nothing compared to my future wife. To make sure I wouldn't be disturbed, I powered off my phone.

Megan pushed open the bathroom door at that moment.

Drying her hair with a towel, she sauntered toward me. "Do you like me? Or do you just like my body?" Right after saying that, she took my hand and placed it on her soft chest.

My jaw dropped, and I shook my head repeatedly. No, I genuinely liked her. I had fallen for her at first sight.

On the day she moved in, we ran into each other in the elevator. I was carrying two boxes of instant noodles, a crate of Coke, and a few snacks. The moment I stepped into the elevator, one of the bags in my hands snapped, spilling everything onto the ground.

While I was frantically tidying up the mess, a pair of slender hands appeared in front of me. The second we reached for the same snack, a cold sensation brushed over me.

I looked up, and after three years of feeling nothing for anyone, my heart stirred. I had assumed she was single, thinking I would have a chance to win her over eventually.

However, late that night, moans and groans echoed from her unit. I pressed my ear against the wall, attempting to confirm whether it was really her.

Then, my painting fell, crushing the last of my hope. The aloof goddess I had admired from afar was actually a succubus.

Megan wore a sexy leather ensemble, holding a riding crop. With a sultry look in her eyes, she whipped the man handcuffed to the bed.

At that moment, it felt as if my whole world had come crashing down. Yet, I couldn't resist the desire in my heart. I wanted to admire her beauty every single day.

I never imagined that one day, she would actually be standing right in front of me. Wringing my hands, I mustered all my courage and laid my heart bare. "I fell for you before I lusted for your body. Please give me a chance to stand proudly by your side!"

The mischievous glint in her eyes caused beads of sweat to trickle down my forehead. I wanted to show her I meant it, so I raised my hand. "I haven't dated anyone since I broke up with my ex three years ago, Megan. I have a car, a house, and savings; I'm no leech. So, give me a chance to take care of you!"

A sinister glint flashed through her eyes, but it vanished in an instant. Still, I instinctively took a step back.

That was the look one gave their sworn enemy. I racked my brain. However, apart from peeping at her, I'd never done anything to hurt her.

Was she not here for a man but to get back at me for peeping?

Her cool, moist hand slipped beneath the hem of my shirt and slowly moved upward, eroding my senses. Her initiative melted all my worries away.

Looking back, that venomous look must've been meant for Vincent. Megan had me completely under her spell, and all I could think about was wanting more.

"Alright, I'll be your girlfriend. However, you're really not very good at holding back, are you? We've barely started, and you're already throwing in the towel. Don't tell me you can only last three to five minutes..."

Her endless banter shattered the last of my self-restraint. Gazing at her soft, rosy lips, I went in for a kiss.

When we were a mere fraction of an inch apart, she veered away and licked my earlobe. "Easy now. We have all the time in the world. Now… Help me unclog my drain."