MasukChloe’s POV
“You tight mouth bitch, take me to the climax with it,” he groaned, his hand pressing down on my head, forcing me to take more of his cock. I had only taken the tip earlier, just the fat crown of it stretching my lips, but now he shoved me deeper. I gagged as my throat struggled to open, my eyes watering. “Fuck! Suck on it… yeah, there! Do it like your life depends on it!” His dirty words set my body on fire. My tongue slid over the thick veins of his cock, and I moaned into it, shocked at my own reaction. “Use those hands on my balls, bitch. Don’t just sit there. Play with them,” he demanded. God, why did his orders make me wetter? I obeyed without thinking, my palm cupping his heavy balls while my other hand stroked the base. “Shit! That’s it!” he groaned. I swirled my tongue around the head, drooling on it, then pushed myself to take more. My jaw ached, but the way he groaned above me made my pussy throb harder. He yanked my hair suddenly, and I winced. Instead of hating it, I got wetter. “I want to fuck that pussy of yours,” he said, standing up and letting his huge cock bounce against his hard abs. I moaned without shame. “Please, fuck my wet pussy. I want daddy to fuck me.” He smirked down at me, his thick cock in his hand, stroking it while his eyes drilled into mine. He pushed me back on the bed, spreading my legs roughly. My dress was already soaked from my juices, my panties sticking to me. I could feel my own arousal dripping out. He grabbed my panties and tore them down. My heart raced. This was it. I was about to let a stranger, no, not just a stranger, a powerful older man fuck me. He knelt between my legs, his cock heavy, pointing at my entrance. My body shook with need and fear. Just then— Ring! Ring! The sharp sound of a phone shattered the heat between us. He cursed loudly, grabbed his phone from the side table, and frowned at the screen. His face darkened. “Fuck!” he spat, standing up. “I have to take this.” He answered the call, his tone suddenly sharp and commanding. His voice carried power, the kind that made my chest tighten. I sat frozen, my legs still open, my body begging for what we almost had. My breath was shaky, my heart broken with frustration. He turned his back to me, pacing the room as he spoke in low tones. I couldn’t make out his words, but I knew it was serious. His body language said it all. I pulled my dress down quickly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Shame hit me like a storm. What was I doing? What the hell was I about to do? The man was still on the phone, ignoring me now, his voice hard and controlled. I stood up quietly, grabbed my bag from the floor, and rushed out of the room without another word. My legs trembled as I walked down the hotel hallway. I felt like crying again. What was wrong with me? Betrayed by my boyfriend, and here I was, ready to spread my legs for someone I didn’t even know. Tears stung my eyes as I walked out of the building into the cold night. ***** By the time I got home, I felt drained. My sister Hilda was in the living room watching TV, but when she saw me, she sat up immediately. “Chloe? What happened to you? Your eyes are red, you’ve been crying,” she said, standing up. I broke down. “Hilda… I caught Jack… with Sylvia.” Her jaw dropped. “What?! Sylvia? Your best friend Sylvia?!” “Yes,” I choked out, fresh tears rolling down. “I walked in on them… they were… they were fucking.” Hilda’s face twisted in anger. “That bastard! That bitch! I’m going over there right now!” She grabbed her phone and keys. I rushed forward and grabbed her arm. “No! Hilda, please don’t. Don’t make it worse, they’re not worth it.” “Are you kidding me? He cheated on you with your best friend! He humiliated you! And you want me to sit down?” she shouted. I shook my head, sobbing. “Please… I don’t want a fight. Let them rot together, I just… I just need to heal.” Hilda sighed, hugging me tightly. “You don’t deserve this, Chloe. You gave him everything. He’s trash. And Sylvia… she’s worse than trash.” I sniffed, my heart still bleeding. “Listen,” Hilda said softly, pulling back. “Forget him, forget them both, I’ll connect you with someone better. A real man. Handsome, rich, responsible. Not like that bastard.” I forced a weak smile. “You and your matchmaking…” “I’m serious, Chloe. You’re beautiful, you’re smart, you’re kind. Any man would be lucky to have you. Jack didn’t deserve you. I’ll set you up with someone who does,” she said firmly. I hugged her again, grateful for her. But deep down, I knew the man I had just met in that hotel room was still in my head. The way he commanded me, the way my body betrayed me for him. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Little did I know… fate was about to shock me again. ****** The next day, I stepped out to clear my head. My feet carried me to the city square where people gathered often. I wasn’t ready, but life had other plans. I froze when I saw him. Jack. Standing there, laughing with some friends. My chest tightened. But then I saw who stood beside him. My blood ran cold. It was him. The man from the hotel room. The man whose cock I had just sucked the night before. And beside Jack, laughing with them, was another guy I vaguely knew, Jack’s close friend. My heart nearly stopped. Jack’s friend noticed me first. “Chloe! Wow, nice to see you again. It’s been a while. You’re looking good.” I forced a stiff smile, my eyes darting between Jack… and the man standing tall beside him. He looked like the older version of my stupid ex-boyfriend, Jack. I guessed, right? The resemblance was strikingly insane. Why didn't I notice it that night? The powerful, commanding stranger I had almost given myself to. And from the look in his eyes as they locked with mine. I knew he recognized me too.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







