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Chloe’s POV
I swiped the key card to unlock the door to his room, opening the door, I saw my best friend Sylvia, strandling my boyfriend, moaning out loud as he rammed into her from under. I couldn’t get myself, all I could do was to stare at them. I dropped on the floor with a soft thud. My chest became heavy, blood coming out from my finger because I was biting my nail. Tears had long blurred my vision. Funny enough? I wasn’t even noticed. This is the man I have loved with all of me. Here he is, pounding my best friend like his life depended on it. “Shit! That’s it baby,” Sylvia moaned. “Uuhh yea, isshhh, fuck me harder baby.” I couldn’t just stand and watch my boyfriend and my best friend having a good time without doing anything. “Sylvia….?” My voice cracked. “Jack?” They both turned to look at me at the same time. Something else flared in Jack's expression. Surprised? I can’t fathom, but it was gone within a twinkle of an eye. “Gosh! Chloe,” Jack pushed Sylvia off him, tried grabbing my arm. I pulled backward. “Y….what did I just see? No! This is a dream I guess.” I slapped myself real hard to see if I could wake up , maybe I was truly dreaming, but it’s reality. “Seriously, Jack, I thought you said you had broken up with her? What the heck is she doing here? I was about reaching the climax, fuck!” Sylvia smug while arranging her disheveled hair. “Hahahahahaha, well, it's time to let the cat out of the bag. Look Chloe, I never loved you. I started dating you for easy access to Sylvia. She has been the one I have my eyes on and loved, not you” “Am sorry you got to find out this way, I never meant to….” “Shut up you scum bag!” I yelled at him, stood up from the floor and my hand landed real hard on his face. It then occurred to me why Sylvia never wanted to introduce her boyfriend to me. Whenever I am with her and a certain call comes in, she excuses herself to answer the call. The gifts she sings to me that her boyfriend gets for her all the time, the travels, always traveling with the so-called boyfriend, the dinner dates, it’s been Jack all these while. Am just a fool for not finding out on time. “How…. Sylvia….” I was speechless. Stunned. “Oh please save me that stress” “Was I the one that asked you to be blind? Was I the one that told you not to read the handwriting which had been written on the wall? You chose to be daft, how is that my fault? You were foolishly in love without seeing or noticing all these while” “Am more pained that I had to be sharing you with Jack, but it’s over now” “Look here, she is going into shock baby” Sylvia smiled as she stood up, didn’t even bother covering her naked body. They were both stark naked in front of me. She walked towards Jack, pulled him over and started kissing him just right in front of me. The nerves. “I….I….” I wanted to run away but my feet wouldn’t move. The next minute, they were on the bed again fucking each other. Sylvia let out a soft moan and a giggle. She grabbed Jack’s hard dick in her hand and put it inside her mouth while carelessing his balls. Jack let out a loud moan. The fuck was I still watching them. Like….. “Y…. You” I struggled to form words. I couldn’t even recognize my own voice. “You promised never to be apart from me.” I said shakily. Jack laughed and groaned softly due to the pleasure he was receiving. My legs were shaking, I lost my stand and collapsed on the floor. “Hold on, just hold on. Who do you think in his rightful senses will date you, Chloe? Who the fuck can stoop so low to you? You better wake up from that slumber of yours!” “What have I ever done to you to deserve this from you? I have always loved you, I have always cared for you with all of me Jack. And what do I get in return? Betrayal!” I said, feeling the tears begin to run down my face. “Tsh…. What have you done to me you ask? Well, you don’t give it to me the way Sylvia always did” Jack chuckled.Chloe’s POVThe city night was a whirlwind of motion as I sped away from the Renwick Gallery. I didn’t know the name of the driver or the model of the black SUV that collected me discreetly two blocks from the main entrance, but I recognized the efficiency. This was the movement of a man who commanded swift, silent obedience.I had barely closed the heavy, soundproof door when my phone buzzed with the location: a pinned map coordinate deep in the hills north of the city, labeled only with a vague address for an exclusive private community. It looked like an hour’s drive, minimum.It wasn't a hotel this time. It wasn't his office. It was a place designed for utter isolation, and the thought thrilled me. He was running. He was so panicked by the proximity of his wife and the audacity of my public defiance that he was fleeing his own environment just to be alone with me.You broke first, Drake.I leaned back against the leather, the emerald silk of my dress shifting against the cool upho
Chloe’s POVHilda, in her protective zeal, had found the perfect venue for my supposed rehabilitation: the annual summer collection launch at the Renwick Gallery. It was a well-known stop on the city’s high-society circuit, predictably attended by anyone with a trust fund and a corporate title. In short, it was exactly the kind of place where Drake Humphrey and his wife, Margaret, would be standing like two perfectly preserved marble statues.It was a risk, a calculated infiltration of his territory, and that was precisely why I agreed.I stood in front of my bedroom mirror, feeling the material of the dress slide over my curves. It wasn't the simple black sheath of our first rendezvous. This was war paint. It was a slip dress made of deep emerald silk, cut on the bias, clinging unforgivingly to every line of my body. It dipped low in the back, revealing the sweep of my spine, and the side slit rose almost impossibly high, a deliberate invitation that scre
Drake Humphrey’s POVThe air in the private conference room was thick, humid with the sweat of ambition and the dry scent of printed legal briefs. I had reconvened the Apex Asia negotiation in a smaller, off-site location, a bunker of polished steel and soundproof glass, ostensibly to ensure privacy, but truly to escape the ghosts of my own boardroom.Alan and the legal team were across the table, arguing the sealed liability clause, the very loophole Chloe had identified forty-eight hours earlier. I was supposed to be leading the counter-offensive, leveraging my confidence and resources to force the Asian firm to absorb the risk.I was performing. My suit was immaculate, my posture rigid, and my gaze unwavering. Every word I spoke was measured, a calculated strike. Yet, underneath the veneer of corporate infallibility, my nerves were frayed to a brittle thread. I hadn't slept properly. I was terrified of my own silence, waiting for the inevitable follow-up.I kept my private phone, t
Chloe’s POVThe silence from Drake’s end was a victory, not a defeat.He hadn’t called. He hadn’t texted back. He hadn’t acknowledged the burner phone message that shattered his board meeting, but I knew he’d read it. I felt the ripple of chaos I had created from the safety of my own apartment. I imagined him, pacing his executive suite, furious at the weakness I had exposed both professional and personal.A weak man would have called to rage. A controlled man would have sent his security detail. Drake did neither. He simply froze me out, expecting me to wither in his absence. He was waiting for me to break, to send a desperate plea, to confirm I was just a needy child.I refused to give him the satisfaction.Instead of obsessing over the burner phone, which remained silent and cold on my nightstand, I focused entirely on his world. My days became consumed by the business section of every major newspaper. I Googled Drake Humphrey, Humphrey Enterprises, and the Apex Asia deal until my
Drake Humphrey’s POVThe mahogany of the boardroom table reflected the cold, impersonal glow of the recessed lighting. It was a perfect mirror, showing me thirty years of carefully constructed control: the high-backed leather chairs, the meticulously arranged water glasses, the crisp lines of the legal documents pertaining to the Apex Asia acquisition. This room was my fortress, designed to be impervious to weakness, distraction, or chaos.But the chaos was already seated at the head of the table. Me.I ran a thumb over the cold, polished surface of the table, struggling to anchor myself. The final review of the Apex Asia deal—a multi-billion-dollar merger that would solidify Humphrey Enterprises’ foothold in the Asian market—was due to start in two minutes. My legal counsel, Alan, was clearing his throat beside me, ready to present the final risk assessment.I should have felt the familiar surge of corporate power, the sharp, exhilarating focus of a man about to conquer. Instead, I f
Chloe’s POVThree days of enforced silence felt like a geological era. My life had shattered, been temporarily reformed in a burst of forbidden heat, and was now placed on a high shelf, waiting for Drake Humphrey’s permission to move again.I was drowning in his rules. Every minute felt governed by his absence. I kept the black dress I’d worn to his office crumpled in a ball beneath my pillow, inhaling the faint, masculine scent of his expensive cologne mixed with my own climax, a brutal souvenir of his control. I was a puppet whose strings had been abruptly severed, and the inertia was maddening.I checked my personal phone every fifteen minutes, despite knowing he had blocked the anonymous number I used. The phone screen was a constant source of anxiety and disappointment. I was caught in a cycle of desperation, and it made me despise him and myself for needing him so completely.I couldn't escape the memory of his mouth, not just the initial, hungry kiss, but the devastating, cold







