Three seconds. No, no, no. I think five seconds was all I needed to realize what this jerk in front of me was doing. As I managed to pull back and recreate the separation distance, I collapsed onto the cold marble floor.
I haven't had time to scream for help and he's already pulled my arm roughly, slamming my body onto the bed before laying back down on me.
The scream that came out of my mouth was so loud that the man covered one ear. He repeatedly cursed me with harsh words to tell me to be quiet. Even so, I kept trying to escape. Until I kicked his side. The man whimpered in pain as he collapsed on the floor. Not forgetting the swearing and eyes glaring right at me.
When I saw an opportunity to escape, I quickly got out of bed despite my unsteady state. I fell because the man's hand managed to grab my ankle, but I pushed him so hard that I managed to reach the door and get out of that horrible room!
I gasped, not knowing where to go. The hotel hallway felt so deserted and long as if it had no end. Meanwhile, my head was getting heavy and spinning. Every time I breathe, it feels so warm, even my whole body feels like it's being burned.
Someone help me!
My mind kept screaming for help while my mouth felt so numb. Only the words 'help' came out that sounded so quiet and helpless, like what was happening to me right now.
I collapsed on the edge of the white wall that had been my handle when walking. Then, my eyes widened in surprise as the man who was about to rape me came out with his anger directed at me.
As the man was about to chase me, I walked back quickly until I felt my body bump into something. A person, to be precise. A man in a neat suit with a face that looked blurry to my eyes.
"Help me..." I whimpered for help with tears that I couldn't hold back. I collapsed in his arms with all the hope I had that he would save me.
He held me firmly with his burly arms. His cold hands touched my hot cheeks. I felt him carry me, and then I heard a harsh curse from the man who was about to rape me.
I felt so relieved, but a little anxious as he carried me to one of the hotel rooms. My arms were around his neck.
"It's hot," I moaned as I was laid down on the bed with him still looking at me. "Please... my body... Hot..."
"You want me to help you?" he whispered against my face, his warm breath sweeping over me, channeling a strange shiver through my body.
I longed to touch him. Kiss his lips, feel how those two burly arms wrap around my body. I groaned as he straddled my body, taking off the suit, then the shirt, and now bare-chested before me. His burly body glistened in the lamplight with sweat drenching it.
I raise my hand, touching his chest, the same heartbeat as mine. He took my hand, kissing my palm so sensually. Pressing my hand on top of my head. Our distance is so close. His warm breath brushes my face again.
I could see his handsome face. A firm jawline, thick eyebrows, a sharp nose, and seductive lips. I swallowed hard when I saw the smirk at the corner of his lips.
He whispered something that made me blink repeatedly. And I groaned as he bit my ear, licking it gently before looking back at me.
"Don't worry. I'll do my best, sweetie." His voice sounded so soft.
"Ungh." I squirmed as he kissed my lips, feeling so hot and delicious. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I could feel my body responding to his every touch. My common sense was completely gone.
"Shhh, relax." He whispered as I tried to push him away. My lips are wet from his kisses, my breath is ragged and my heart is beating so fast. It's wrong, but I can't stop the strange arousal I'm feeling right now. The one thing I'm currently dying to do is have sex with him.
"I can't," I whisper hoarsely. And I'm scared. This was our meeting. And I don't know him at all. How could I sleep with a man I didn't know?
"You drug. It'll get worse if you just let it go. Let me help you, sweetie. I promise I'll do it gently," he said looking so convincing.
I squirmed uncomfortably as he squeezed my mounds. Pressing down on the tops of my breasts made me lean into him. God, I must be crazy. So crazy!
In an instant I was naked and so was he. The lights turned dim. But I could still clearly see his good looks.
"Ah, no!" I squealed as one of his hands pulled my thigh. Leaving a few kisses there. I covered my face, so embarrassed, but also feeling delicious as he continued kissing my thighs, downwards, and I gasped as he kissed mine down there which was already wet.
"Please," I begged helplessly. He was so good at every move he made. Like it wasn't his first time.
"Slowly, sweetie. Relax, I'm sure you'll enjoy it."
He then returned to crushing my lips. My lips felt swollen and hot. I let out a delicious moan. Sighing every time his fingers played around my nether regions.
"Open your thighs wider," he ordered. I was still half-closed as he spoke over my lips. And I did so without protest.
I was in shock as his fingers slid inside me. So skillfully, my body writhed as the discomfort and pleasure blended into one. While his lips continued to smother mine, it went down my neck and ended up on both my breasts.
I grabbed his hair. My eyes were closed with my body leaned towards him as his mouth played with my breasts.
My thoughts were chaotic, as chaotic as I enjoyed his touch.
"You like it?" Damn. He's good at flirting with women!
"Yes, please."
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed me back. I opened my legs wide and could feel his stiffening, big and hot.
"Ah!"
"Shush, calm down, sweetie."
It hurt. It hurt so much when he tried to enter me it felt so big and hot. My body felt like it was on fire. Like it was being forced in by something out of proportion.
"No, no..." I tried to push his body away as I felt him getting inside me. It was stinging and painful. I don't like this. But he kept pushing himself in until I gasped. Without realizing it, I was already crying with my hands clutching his back.
"The pain is only temporary and after that, you will enjoy it. Trust me." Somehow, his words made me a little calm mixed with anxiety.
I closed my eyes. Screaming as he thrusts harder than ever. Until we both cum with gasping breaths.
It felt like there was a big hammer hitting my head repeatedly making the pain more and more uncontrollable in all parts of my head. The situation around me seemed to be spinning around making it difficult for me to just wake up my body. I repeatedly blinked my eyes hoping that the pain in my head would decrease. When I felt my surroundings return to silence, I realized that the ceiling above my head felt unfamiliar. Then another reality struck me, this was not my bedroom!As I sat up, I realized that underneath the blanket I was wearing, only a tattered shirt was still clinging to my body. What happened last night?Even more shocking, it made me clamp my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming out loud. I saw a shirtless man sleeping beside me. He was lying on his stomach without me being able to see his face clearly because he was facing sideways.Who is he? Why am I here without clothes with a strange man?I whimpered as the pain in my head returned. Although the pain still ruled
I continued to grip my hands which were already sweating from nerves. We had just entered the hotel lobby and my father was talking to the security there. He asked if we could look at the CCTV footage from last night to find the culprit who had drugged me.I didn't know what to do to stop my father while Nicole kept inciting my father to look at the CCTV and catch the culprit.Not long after, security came back and told us that we could see the CCTV footage but only with him present. We then went to the surveillance room area. Two officers were monitoring the monitor.The security guard who escorted us explained what happened. They were trying to find the CCTV footage of when the incident happened.I didn't dare say anything when a recording showed me being carried by a man. The man who had slept with me last night. But how shocked I was when my father didn't feel angry at all. It was Nicole who turned angry."Dad?" I asked with concern."So you were with Ethan last night?" my father
After dinner that day, all the days I'd gone through seemed so heavy. When my father kept urging me to take care of choosing the wedding ring and the dress I would wear later. Meanwhile, every time I sent a message to Ethan, he always argued that he was busy and couldn't accompany me. In the end, he only sent me a few sample photos of wedding rings, asking me to choose one of them. I even went to the boutique to try on my wedding dress without him.Like a fool. Forcing myself to smile when I was so hurt inside. Just like me, I'm sure Ethan didn't like the idea of this wedding either.One month passed quickly. I was in the hotel room alone. Our wedding was being held in a five-star luxury hotel. Inviting every important colleague from each side of the bride and groom.I wanted so badly to escape from this one-sided marriage. I couldn't imagine living with a man I didn't love at all. How would our married life be, how would he treat me? Would I be happy married to him?All these questio
Layla’s PovI threw the bouquet of flowers into the air, watching the young girls catch it. How could they want this thing called marriage? Right now, I was probably the most miserable person in the world. Notwithstanding, I maintained the plastered smile on my face and curtseyed ever so often as big shots from various 5-star companies came to congratulate us. I glanced up at Ethan. His firm jaw and well carved out features looked as stunning as they did in the pictures. His arms were linked through mine, as we got into the limousine, portraying the image of a loving husband. If he was planning on fooling those people, then I had to give it to him, he made a fine actor. I on the other hand had gotten a glimpse of the real devil that he was. I could even feel him glaring at me from the corner of his eyes. Once we got into the car, he let go of me and leaned against the window. The look in his eyes were quite readable. As far as he was concerned, I didn't exist anymore. I frowned.
LAYLA’S POV“Mistress,”My eyes fluttered open. I sat up on the king sized bed. Sunlight streamed in from the open window casting a warm glow on my face. Rubbing my eyes, I wondered where I was. One thing was certain, I had woken up from a terrible dream. But wait... It wasn't a dream. Last I remembered, I was sobbing on the ground, the footsteps of that terrible man sounding in my head. It was settled then, I was the legal wife of the Ethan Crawford, the fucking CEO of some company. “Mistress,” I heard again. Standing at the door was a young lady, not much older than I, with short auburn hair and a plain white dress with black polkadots. She must be a maid. “It's alright, you can come in.” “You were in a bad state yesterday. We took you to this room to recuperate. But your things aren't here yet, you can still choose any of the rooms to stay in.” She said keeping her head low. “I'm your lady in waiting, America.” She said with a curtsey. “Is he always like that?” I asked sudd
LAYLA’S POV“Milady,” The guard directed me towards a red sports ferrari. He showed me the keys. “Would you wait for your driver or should I drive you myself?” He asked opening the back seat for me. He might as well drive, I shrugged entering the car. “Would you mind introducing yourself.” “My apologies Milady,” He bowed closing the door. “I'm Jonas Kent.”“Right,” I nodded. He entered the front seat and the garage gate raised open. The sports car zoomed past and within minutes, we were halfway across the city. He didn't stop for anything and arrived in front of huge brass gates. Maybe being married to a billionaire was not as bad as I thought. I began to think. The gates opened and our car drove in, parking soundlessly in the parking lot. Drake opened the doors for me and led me into the main building. I reasoned he must have been familiar with the people here because none of the security men bothered us. There was an open hallway with a receptionist dest at the front. People
«ETHAN CRAWFORD»I had my reservations concerning one, Layla Wales. She struck me as nothing exceptional. I was drugged, and there, a random lady bumped into me with dressing loose enough to turn me on. Goodness, it could have been any other girl! only to discover that she was the same woman my father had requested me to get married to. I wasn't ready for any relationship. Anyone close enough to me knew that. As a result, I had reason to believe that little Miss Layla Wales had it all planned. I told my father to postpone the agreement and have me focus on my work for now, and what happens next? The very girl I'm avoiding comes around and brings the whole wedding more than a month closer. I sighed, rubbing my temples. “How frustrating.”Entering a black sports car, I told the driver to take me to the company. I had a meeting with the board of directors. Taking out my cell phone, I called the manager. “Has Layla Wales arrived?” I asked coldly. “No, boss.”When she does, “I want y
«Nicole Wales»I stared at the face in front of me in astonishment. The dashing man tilted his head go one side, regarding me quietly. He was on one kneel gathering the remaining of the files.“You stare at me,” He noted cooly with an expression that was difficult to read.I quickly diverted my gaze feeling the red that crept up my cheeks. I wonder what he thought of me... Nothing bad I hoped.He stood up and offered me a hand. “Be careful next time, do you know who I am.”He said it more like a fact than a question. “Mr Ceo I....” I stuttered. He raised an eyebrow. “It's fine, I wasn't going to announce my presence anyway.”He brushed past my shoulders and walked into the elevators. “Well?”“Of course,” Hurrying to compose myself, I shuffled the files under one arm and made my way away. Forward, I thought wobbling slightly on my heels.Glancing back sharply, I caught the slightest hints of a smile in his eyes as the doors of the elevator slided shut.My stomach felt queasy. I had j