As the morning light began to filter through the window, Addison stirred from her slumber, only to feel a dull soreness in her lower body. She shifted, trying to find a comfortable position, and as she did so, she tumbled into the embrace of a broad, muscular chest. Her eyes flew open in alarm, and she gasped in shock as she realised that she was lying naked beside a complete stranger.
Startled and confused, Addison’s gaze darted around the unfamiliar room, taking in the lavish decor and the scattered remnants of what appeared to be a wild night. Her naked body was exposed to the cool air, and she quickly wrapped herself in a nearby blanket, feeling vulnerable and exposed.
Her movements disturbed the man lying beside her and he slowly opened his eyes. Immediately, Addison let out a piercing scream that echoed through the room.
“Rapist! What the heck did you do to me?!” Her voice shook with fear as she accused him.
He looked at her in disbelief before responding with a defensive tone, "What are you talking about? You offered to do it,"
“Bloody Liar! You had sex with me against my will! I would never agree to such a thing!” she fired at him.
“Are you being serious, right now? Do you not have any memory of last night at all? I know the consequences of forcing myself on a lady so I would never do that.” he pointed out.
“Stop playing games and just admit it!” she yelled at him, further. A frown crept up to his face, “Why would I joke with a serious issue like this? Your accusations are wrong and your mind should drift back to what happened.”
Panic coursed through her veins as she frantically searched her hazy memory for any recollection of the events that had led her to this moment.
She instantly remembered the sight of her best friend, Maddison and her boyfriend, Damon tangled up in each other’s arms. There, in the backseat of the car, their lips locked in a deep kiss before Madison threw her head back in pleasure as Damon sucked her breast. Her mind was a jumbled mess of thoughts and emotions as she tried to process what she was seeing. She felt hurt, angry, and disgusted all at once. It was as if a switch had been flipped, and she saw her friend and boyfriend in a whole new light.
She was left wondering how she could ever trust anyone again. It was as if her entire world had been turned upside down, and she was struggling to come to terms with the fact that the people she had trusted the most had betrayed her in the worst way possible.
The pain of the betrayal had driven Addison to drown her sorrows in alcohol. As if that wasn’t enough, Madison took it upon herself to spike her drink and find a gigolo for her so it would be a good excuse for Damon to break up with her and clear the way for Madison to be with him.
The passion of the previous night also flooded her mind like a sudden downpour, each moment vividly playing out in her head. The softness of his lips against hers in a fiery kiss, the heat radiating off his body as he snaked his hands around her waist, pulling her closer to him. The way his hands explored every inch of her body, sending shivers down her spine.
She couldn’t help but surrender to the passion that consumed her. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans as he stroked her wet pussy lips with his huge cock before slowly thrust into her as she gripped the sheets and arched her back.
The thought of losing her virginity to a stranger left Addison feeling aggrieved and the flames of anger shot through her. It was supposed to be that jerk of a guy, she once called her boyfriend.
Looking down at the bloodstains on the bed, he instantly apologised with a softened voice, “I’m sorry for what happened last night. I had no idea that it would turn out this way. If I did, I would have sincerely prevented it from happening. Once again, I apologise and please give me the chance to make it up to you.”
Her eyes couldn't help but wander over his impressive physique. His bare chest was toned and sculpted, showcasing a set of abs that looked like they had been chiselled from marble. The muscles on his arms bulged with every movement, the veins visible beneath his tanned skin. He had the kind of good looks that could stop someone in their tracks, with chiselled cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and piercing grey eyes that seemed to look right through her.
As he reached out to touch her, she recoiled from it and got out of the bed.
She blurted out with her eyes flashing with anger, “You have done enough! I don’t need anything more from you! The last thing I want is more favours from a gigolo! What exactly do you have to offer aside sex?”
“That’s why you should give me the chance to prove myself.” he urged her.
She grabbed her clothes and quickly got dressed, “I said no! What is so hard to understand?! Goodbye and I hope I don’t ever see you again!”
She left the suite in a stride, not wanting to have anything to do with the gigolo.
He let out a sigh after she stormed out of the room and picked up his phone before dialling his secretary’s number.
“Good morning, sir.” He greeted him as soon as she picked up the call.
“Morning, Alex. I need you to investigate something very important for me." His voice was cold and calculating.
“She goes by the name, Miss Harper. She has deep shades of piercing hazel eyes with brunette hair. I want every single detail about her.” he ordered.
“Alright, sir. I will get to work, right now.” Alex replied.
“Good. Thank you and I will be looking forward to positive feedback from you,” he said before hanging up.
His eyes roamed around the room, the air still filled with the thick smell of sex. He muttered to himself, "I want to know who she really is."
