CHAPTER 2

Five years have passed, and I've become a more renowned painter and a successful businesswoman.

I was busy typing on my laptop when the door at my office suddenly opened. It was my best friend and also my secretary, Aeun Tsui, who arrived.

She gave me a playful smile before speaking, "I have good news, Eli." Then she placed a folder on my desk, which caught my attention.

"What is this for?" I confusedly asked.

"Those are the documents provided by the owner of the museum you purchased. Now, it will be easier for you to relocate to the areas where you plan to display your new collections." She paused, taking a deep breath. "Isn't it surprising?" She then grinned.

I paused for a moment, taken aback by her words. Was I hearing this right? Documents? Does this mean that the stubborn old businessman finally gave in and accepted my offer? No way!

I quickly snatched the folder Aeun had placed on my table and opened it, grinning. She wasn’t joking! That old man actually handed over the property to me!

"Hey, Eli? Are you listening?" I came to my senses and gazed at her again, "You're spacing out." She asked, frowning and confused.

"Ah, I’m just surprised," I said with a smile, "I didn’t expect the old man to accept my offer after all," I added, leaning back into my swivel chair.

"Actually, that's what I thought too. Well, maybe he really needs money, that's why he agreed to your offer. Good for you, Eli; you've wanted that for a long time, right?" She shrugged after uttering those words.

I didn’t respond; instead, I studied the documents in my hands again, a flutter of excitement rising uncontrollably. Geez. ‘You've finally nailed it, Felicity Rose Lee! Keep up the good work!’ I muttered to myself. I sprang up from my chair so suddenly that Aeun nearly stepped back in surprise.

"Now that I’ve gotten what I wanted, we need to celebrate! What do you think, Ae?" I asked with a grin. She raised an eyebrow, puzzled by my sudden invitation.

"No. You’re crazy when you're drunk."

"Come on, Ae! Don’t be a killjoy! We need to celebrate!" I pressed on. She studied me for a moment, as if weighing whether she should join me or not.

"Fine! Just don’t get wasted, got it?" She gave me a stern look.

"Of course!"

"Okay, then. It’s settled," she concluded our discussion.

I almost jumped with excitement—finally! I could go out and have a night out again. I grinned at myself. Time for some alcoholic drinks!

As Aeun and I arrived at the clubhouse, the loud buzz of the crowd immediately hit us. "Cheers!!" I heard a group of men shout from across the room. I glanced over, a bunch of guys in business attire, probably just off from work.

"Babe! Wow! Good to see you here!" My attention shifted from them to Haze Trevor Duke, the clubhouse owner and one of our circle of friends, standing in front of me. He’s a staggering man—a model, actor, and owner of five clubhouses across the country.

"Hey, Duke, what’s up?" Aeun greeted him.

"I'm cool. Lots of blessings coming in," he said smilingly. "Wait, what brings you two here? You’re both workaholics, what’s the occasion?" he asked curiously.

"Take a guess," I said with a grin. His eyes narrowed as he studied me, then snapped his fingers.

"I’d say there are only two reasons you’re here," he scanned us up and down, "One, you’ve got work trouble. Two, something amazing happened, and you want to celebrate." I chuckled—he really knows me.

He led us to the clubhouse's VIP area, our usual spot whenever Aeun and I came here.

"So, what’s the occasion?" Haze asked. Aeun and I exchanged a brief look before I spoke up.

"No big deal, just wanted a drink." My grin prompted him to raise an eyebrow.

"I don’t buy that, spill the truth." I chuckled, giving him a playful look.

"Something good happened," I said, flipping my hair with confidence, "But of course, I’m still the highlight." Haze just smirked and shook his head.

"Anyway, when are you releasing a new collection? People have been asking me about your paintings," Haze said, steering the conversation. I leaned back in my seat, crossing my arms.

"No plans for a new collection yet, I’m focusing on a new museum project," I smirked. Haze blinked in surprise.

"Are you serious?! You’re opening a new museum?" He sounded incredulous. I nodded, and he immediately turned to Aeun for confirmation. Aeun just gave him a playful smile. "Wow! Congrats to both of you ladies," he said, snapping his fingers. "If that's the case, all drinks and food are free tonight!" he added a grin. I just laughed at that.

I wasn’t exactly hurting for cash, but since he said that, fine, we’d let him treat. He ordered five whiskeys and three vodkas for our table. I was having a blast, couldn’t help but let loose until I got tipsy. I felt like I needed the restroom, so I quickly excused myself and left them. I weaved through the dancers, my steps a bit wanky. The world was spinning, making it hard to walk straight. I stopped short when my face suddenly collided with the chest of some guy—I couldn’t make out his face.

He smelled amazing, urging me to bite him, "Are you okay? You're drunk." His voice was smooth enough to melt panties—mine probably would’ve dropped already. I swallowed, resting a hand on his chest. Wow, muscular, looks delicious, "Hey! Where would you like to go? I'll accompany you," he offered, seriously. But pride kicked in, so I quickly let go of his chest and stepped back a little.

"I'm fine," I smirked and glanced at him briefly. I couldn't see his face clearly, but it was obvious that he was handsome.

"Are you sure?" he asked again. I raised my hand, giving a thumbs-up.

"Yeah, I’ve got this… Just heading to the restroom." I grinned and kept walking, still a bit unsteady. I made it to the restroom, slipped into a cubicle, and after a few minutes, came out to wash my hands at the sink.

I checked myself out in the mirror and grinned—even with the dizziness, why do I still look so good? Ah... Yes... nothing new. I’m perfect! Right?

I exited the restroom again, but before I could leave, I stumbled at the edge of the door. I was expecting to fall on the floor, but to my surprise...

Someone grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him. I caught a whiff of a familiar fragrance, the guy earlier...

"Watch your step." He whispered.

Every hair on my body stood on its end as his low, smooth voice coursed through me. Who is this man? We locked eyes again. His gaze was intense, like he was about to devour me… I felt like I’d been scorched when I realized I was trapped in his arms. I glanced at his lips, which he just licked. Before I knew it, I grabbed his cheeks and kissed him hard. He responded quickly, pushing me gently into the restroom.

Oh, gad! This man was intoxicating! Who is he? He lifted me onto the sink, his kisses trailing down my neck, sparking something raw inside me. Without thinking, I caught his hands, which were gripping the sink, and guided them to my chest. He paused, lips hovering, and whispered, "Do you want me to satisfy you?"

I swallowed hard. His words were hypnotic, his voice like an electric spark running through my system. I didn’t know why he had this effect on me—was it the alcohol, or something deeper? "Ughh…" I moaned as he caressed my breasts, his tongue tracing my neck, one hand sliding up my thigh.

“Sshh…” he hushed and quickly put his hand under my skirt. I gasped as I felt his soft touches on my panties. “Don’t moan yet, I’m just getting started,” he ordered, which I just obediently followed. I started to breathe heavily as he continuously kissed and licked my neck while his hands were busy fondling my boobs and brushing my panties.

I felt him slip a finger into my panties and quickly find my sensitive spot, then he teased my clit. I let out a gasp and involuntarily moaned.

"Ughh.. Gosh.." I moaned and glared at him, "What the heck are you doi----ughh…" I couldn't finish my sentence as he began to slide a finger into my pussy, moving it in and out of my entrance.

I could definitely feel how wet I am. My body likes it. It responds unconsciously to whatever he does, but wait—people might see us! What is he thinking?! This is a Clubhouse, not a hotel!

I was about to protest when he suddenly spoke, "Do you want me to speed up?" I haven’t answered him yet, but his fingers started to move faster inside my hole.

I couldn’t help but bite my lips at how breathtaking this is to me. My eyes shot up straight at the ceiling. He’s too good— Oh my freaking gracious! I feel I’m about to cum any moment with the way he pleases me…

"Move." He commanded. I didn’t understand him, so he removed his one hand from my tits, which he’s been caressing for a while now, then put it on my waist, guiding me to the rhythm he wanted. From what he did, I started to understand what he wanted me to do—ride his fingers.

My movements matched each thrust of his finger. I wanted to moan in pleasure, but I didn't want anyone to hear me. He moved closer to me again and kissed me deeply, to which I quickly responded. This man… who is he to make my body move according to his desires?

"I-I'm gonna cum.." I whispered between our kisses. I saw him smirk, then gently bit my lower lip even before I felt the hot liquid running down my thighs.

"Ughh..." A soft moan coming out of me. I looked at him, just staring at me, and not long enough, he put his fingers to his mouth and licked my juices.

“I knew it… You’re a pervert…” There’s a hint of teasing in his tone, but I feel like he’s seducing me. Just by his voice, it made my throat tighten. Hearing him made me swallow as I was still catching my breath from the act we just did.

But wait... Why did I suddenly feel irritable with his face? Why do I feel he’s familiar?