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Serena's POV
Did I just say that out loud?
*“Would you like to f**k me? Just for tonight.”*
It was too cringe, too cringe to be coming out from my mouth…when I fully knew I have never opened my legs for any man. A lot of women in my age group would have had s*x multiple times but I was twenty-three… I was still a virgin.
The handsome man in his luxurious but casual dressing didn't respond, I leaned in closer, lowering my voice to a mocking whisper. “What? Too good to f**k a desperate young lady ? Or are you one of those who thinks a pretty face is all he needs?”
He looked at me with a slight raise of his brow, clearly unfazed, but he still said nothing. His silence only fueled my frustration, and I smirked, tilting my head to keep his attention.
“Fine,” I said, my tone laced with bitterness. “I know why you’re here. You’re just waiting for some easy company, right? Someone to look pretty on your arm?”
Still, nothing. He watched me, his expression impassive, and somehow, that made me feel even more invisible. Like I wasn’t even worth responding to.
I felt a surge of irritation, and without thinking, I closed the distance and pressed my lips against his, hoping to catch him off guard. Maybe even provoke him. I wanted to shatter that quiet control he seemed to have.
For a moment, he stayed completely still, and I wondered if I’d made a mistake, if he was going to push me away or worse.
But just as I was about to pull back, I felt his hands on my shoulders, firm but gentle, as he broke the kiss and held me at arm's length, his gaze steady and unflinching.
“That’s enough lady, you're just drunk. You don't really want this. So leave, I have no time for this.” he said, his baritone voice was low and calm, a deep steadiness that cut through my drunken haze. His tone held no anger, no judgement, just a quiet certainty.
I felt a wave of embarrassment crashing over me as I realised what I’d just done. I blinked up at him, my boldness fizzling out as his words sank in.
“Come again, did I just hear you say you have no time for a sexy thing like me… then can I ask you what you're doing here?”
His bright blue eyes pierced deeply into my eyes, it made my titties freeze. He could have reacted with anger or irritation, but instead, he just held me there, studying me with an intensity that felt unnervingly kind.
“It's none of your business, lady.”
I swallowed, suddenly feeling very small. But I had a mission to complete… have s*x with a stranger and keep the child. It was far better than marrying a crippled.
“I want this, more than you could ever imagine.”
He raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes as he considered my words.
“You’re persistent, I’ll give you that,” he murmured, his tone laced with a hint of reluctance. "But why are you so set on this? A stranger? Just for a night?”
I paused, searching for the right answer. I couldn’t tell him the truth, that I wanted a child, an escape from the life I was being forced into.
That this was my chance at freedom, even if it meant lying to myself about the cost. So instead, I leaned into the need I hoped he’d see.
“Maybe… it’s because I don’t want to be alone,” I whispered, hating how real those words felt.
He sighed, and for a moment, it seemed like he might refuse again. But then he reached out, lifting my chin with a gentleness that stole my breath.
His thumb brushed my cheek, sending a shiver through me.
“Alright,” he said softly, a hint of sadness in his eyes. “Just for tonight.”
In that moment, I knew I’d succeeded, but I also felt something else, a strange, unbidden regret.
But I don't think it would be a regret to f**k this handsome stranger tonight. Maybe have his child too.
“Come on, let's get a room.” He jerked me up from the seat by grabbing my hand quite roughly. The man who wasn't so interested in me was becoming so violent all of a sudden.
We got to a door, a room was now available. I watched him fiddle the keys as he tried to unlock it. There is still time to abort this mission, Serena, I told myself.
He opened the door but before we entered, he turned to me. “I'll give you five seconds to change your mind. There's no going back once I pin you down on that bed.”
“You doubt me too much, handsome. Get to work and stop yapping.”
He didn't respond, instead he pulled him into the room. And immediately he locked the door, my heart began to beat so fast. Was I scared? Or was I just anticipating to see how rough this handsome man could be in bed?
He didn't wait for another moment, he pressed his lips on mine, so calmly at first but it got intense over time. Every form of feeling stirred up within me. As I circled my hands around his neck. He had me against the wall… there was f*****g bed… why the wall?
He gently released his lips from mine “Can I ask you something?...” he began, speaking through gasps. “ Are you a spy?”
I raised my brows, my hands still around his neck. “Spy? What for?”
“Acting oblivious, I know that part”
“I don't know what you're talking about. I'm no spy, I just want to have fun tonight.” I leaned in, drawing him to myself, his lips on mine again. He didn't resist, neither did he say anything about the ‘Spy’ nonsense.
He carried me up in his arms, placing me down on the bed. My chest heaving as I watched the ceiling, feeling goosebumps all over me as he unzipped my jean trousers.
He looked down at me. “If for sure I'm right about you being a spy… then I think you'd be the cause of my doom, pretty lady.”
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