Wanted: Billionaire's Wife And Their Genius Twin Babies

Thud! The door of the presidential suite was shut heavily as Rachel Bennet, who was pushed into the room, landed loudly on the ground.

In her directionless drunken state, Rachel stumbled toward the bathroom following the sound of the running showerhead.

The bathroom door was pushed open, leading into a foggy, steamy space where a man with honey-colored muscles continuously moved about before her.

While Rachel made a face, she lost her balance and fell toward the man in front of her.

Fortunately, she reacted in time and managed to clutch onto the man's wrist that was holding the showerhead.

Kabedon— Although her 5’4” height held no weight against his 6’2”, her pressing bodyweight forced the man against the wall.

"Woman, how the hell did you get in?"

As the frigid voice resounded in the foggy bathroom, even the fog seemed like it had been frozen solid.

Rachel shook her head, trying to clear her cloudy mind that was like a host for hundreds of birds. "Shut up! One more word and I'll peg you!"

The room was momentarily silenced for three long seconds before the naked man carried Rachel in his arms and threw her on the soft bed. There was no hint of tenderness in his movements.

"Woman, you're the first person ever to want to peg me."

Edward Bluemel's knee was pressed between Rachel’s legs suggestively.

Unexpectedly, Rachel lifted her legs and pinched Edward's waist with them, as if to indicate for him to continue.

Edward was stunned for a split second. Why was he not disgusted by this gangster girl who had just popped up?

A devilish smirk slowly twisted at the corner of his mouth. 'Interesting.'

Edward tore off the bath towel around his waist and pressed against Rachel with his torso. "Little kitty, let's have some fun."

His thin lips found its way on Rachel's neck and as his lips repeatedly brushed against her neck, his sensuous breath around her ear aroused her at the same time.

Rachel then lifted her chin and her hand on Edward's chest suddenly tightened. The alcohol in her breath was spicing up the sensuality between them both.

Edward's lips were glued to Rachel's alcohol-tasting ones; his demeanor was dominant and rough.

One followed by another, the kiss became more intense and passionate.

His sweet tongue pried open her pearly teeth before it swept in as if he wanted to take in all of her womanly fragrance.

Edward then undressed Rachel with unhurried gestures which made an already-drunk Rachel even more lost in herself.

The delicate dance between the two filled the room with a lingering redolence.

"You're such a temptress!"

Rachel was on the verge of succumbing to the teasing. Coupled with Edward's relentless assault on her sanity, she felt as if there was a fire inside of her threatening to consume her!

Her hand slowly slid off Edward's back as she flipped on top to sit on him. Her tender lips widened and closed seductively as she gasped for breath.

"I'm sorry, I can't take it anymore..."

Edward narrowed his eyes as he could no longer hold back.

Simply said, at that moment, Edward needed the woman in front of him.

It became even harder for Rachel to resist herself after Edward's tease. With that, she knitted her brows tightly as she moved her body to be even more in sync with him, helping him in his pursuit without any hesitation.

He held onto Rachel's tiny waist lightly with one hand to guide her.

Before Rachel could understand what had transpired, a certain secret garden that yearned to be furnished was instantly filled in the next moment.

The tilled soil in the garden was filled with seeds of exquisite flora before it was covered with more soils, filling it to the brim which gave people a sense of satisfaction.

After a chaotic battle—

Rachel collapsed powerlessly on his torso before she was flipped around under him. "Woman, do you think I'm finished? After you picked this fight?"

Edward ignored Rachel's savage struggle as he continued his onslaught without stopping himself.

Due to the pain, Rachel immediately regained consciousness from her drunkenness. Seeing the stranger on top of her, she panicked.

"Aah! Who are you! What are you doing?! Get off of me!"

Edward grabbed Rachel's pounding arm, but his lower-body movement sped up as he lowered his head and suckled on her glory.

Rachel was powerless against the barrage, and since she was no longer lubricated, she was in pain.

Under Edward's continuous invasions, Rachel could no longer endure the assault and she finally blacked out...

Outside the suite, there was a woman with Rachel's face. She stood there, hugging herself, as she slowly lifted her chin. Her voice was crisp, but it was filled with poison.

It was as if she could hear Rachel's anguish through the heavy, soundproof door.

"My dear sister, enjoy this 20th birthday present gifted to you by your elder sister."

The next day, as the first ray of sunlight spilled onto the two refined faces through the floor-to-ceiling window, layers of radiance filled the bedroom.

The state of disarray in the room was telling of what had happened the night before.

Rachel furrowed her brows as she slowly regained her consciousness, her trembling eyelids slowly fluttered open. Upon realizing where she was, her eyes widened immediately as she sprung up to sit on the bed and began to gasp as if she was being resuscitated.

The memory of the previous night flashed by, reminding her of the things she had done!

Both her hands started to massage her pulsing temple as her gaze scanned through the messy presidential suite with confusion.

Was she not celebrating her 20th birthday with her sister? How did she end up here?

Rachel peered at the sleeping man beside her, who was facing away and whose face she could not see, and clenched her teeth in annoyance.

Carefully, she picked up her outfit and got off the bed.

The moment she landed, a flash of pain that shot through her abdomen and the weakness in her legs caused her to fall on the floor and the dress in her hands to scatter.

Nevertheless, she took a breath and quickly changed into her clothes before she retrieved the 200-pound notes remaining in her handbag, looked at the man, and stuffed them back in.

It seemed as if she was the one who had started this yesterday.

Rachel shut her bag silently, though her gaze slowly lingered on the handmade bracelet on her wrist.

She took it off and placed it on the nightstand while she nodded to herself.

'In this day and age, leaving money behind after a one-night stand is so tacky! A handmade bracelet is much classier.'

After finding a perfect excuse for herself, Rachel left without hesitation.