Semua Bab TANGLED IN THE PLAYBOY'S BED: Bab 1 - Bab 9

~ Emily~ "Another shot," I said, sliding the cup to the bartender who in turn hesitated with an unsure expression before proceeding to pour me another cup of tequila This was probably my 5th shot, or 6th; honestly speaking, I've lost count, but I couldn't care less. Downing the hot liquid in a single gulp, my eyes swept through the crowd in search of the perfect dominos, but everyone who spiked my interest had a partner. I slammed the shot cup on the table, and while another shot was being poured, my mind replayed the series of events that happened an hour ago, and which was the reason I was here, getting myself drunk to a stupor. I had caught my husband, Andrew, in bed with his secretary and in a fiery rage, I made my way here. I didn't have the time to cry, my plan was simple– Get drunk and Lay with someone else tonight. That was the only way to make things equal. After the final cup, I tried making my way to the dance floor but I could barely walk, each step feeling li

~ Emily~ The Stanford Family were known for many things, particularly the generational wealth and the fleet of companies they had to their name. For a common woman, it'd be a privilege to get married into the Stanford family. I would have felt the same if only my mother-in-law and her son, who also happened to be my husband, weren't one hell of an asshole. But Andrew's Father, Mr Timothy Stanford, was a different story altogether. He was a kind and gentle soul and he adored me. “Emily!” Mr Timothy exclaimed, pulling me into a warm hug "Happy birthday Father” I bowed slightly, stretching a small box "You look awful” Tabitha, Andrew's mother scoffed, sizing me up with displeasure "She looks just fine. If you don't mind, we were about to cut the cake,” Mr Timothy interrupted, his warm smile directed at me as he took the small box from my hands. "Ah, thank you, dear. You shouldn't have." "Let's cut the cake, shall we?" The MC's voice boomed across the room. The room, fi

~ Emily~ My eyelids fluttered open, and the soft morning light spilled in, illuminating the empty space beside me. Andrew’s early departures for work had become a comforting routine, a gentle start to my day. I stepped into the bathroom, the warm glow of the lights enveloping me as I began to run a bath. The sound of the water cascading into the tub was soothing, but as I slipped into its warm depths, my mind betrayed me. Memories of the past few days came flooding back - Thomas's lips on mine and the feeling of helplessness as he forced a kiss on me. The two men appearing and one of them addressing Thomas as “ Boss" Thomas had handed me a business card before leaving, “Call me, we have unfinished business" he had said. I tried to push the memories away, finishing my bath in a daze. After slipping into a cotton dress, I headed to the house library, seeking solace in my familiar ritual. I had always loved reading, and Andrew had made sure to include a library in our mansion. I re

~Thomas~A trifecta of perfection- Wealth, Sophistication and CharismaI sat in my opulent office, surrounded by the finest artwork and lavish furnishings, puffing on my cigar as I reminisced about my vast wealth. The smoke swirled around me, carrying the sweet scent of success. My eyes, piercing and calculating, gazed out the window, overlooking the city skyline.As the founder and CEO of Velox Aviation and Motors in short, VAM, I had built a business empire that dominated the luxury landscape. VAM's portfolio boasted an impressive array of high-end vehicles and private jets, catering to the most discerning clientele. With a reputation for uncompromising quality and unparalleled service, VAM has become the gold standard for luxury transportation.My mind wandered to the latest addition to our fleet: a custom-designed, state-of-the-art private jet, tailored to meet the demands of the world's most affluent travelersAs I sat there, my mind began to wander to another one of my passions

~Thomas~ As I drove through the ornate gates of Andrew Stanford’s estate, I was struck by its grandeur. The manicured lawns, waterfall, and sleek cars were a testament to Andrew Stanford's taste – the fucker definitely had an eye for pretty things. But the interior was where the estate truly shone. The foyer's soaring ceilings, intricate moldings, and stunning artwork created an atmosphere of refined elegance. Every detail seemed carefully curated, whispering tales of old-money sophistication. “Beautiful day, isn't it? What smells so incredible" I said, inhaling the sweet aroma of roasted beef. However, the sight that greeted me was almost comical. Everyone except Andrew stared at me with surprise etched on their faces. Didn't the fucker inform them that I was coming? My gaze shifted from Andrew to his wife, Emily, who seemed mortified, as if wishing she could disappear and I couldn't help but wonder if my appearance was the cause of her distress. My eyes strayed downward,