Victoria's POV

He pulls me outside. I follow him without asking any questions. We walk, silent, without exchanging a word.

Suddenly, he stops. His gaze lands on me, burning, intense. Without a word, he steps closer, takes my face in his hands, and kisses me with a burning passion. I respond to his kiss as if my life depends on it. Our lips intertwine with wild urgency. The world disappears. We forget that we are in the middle of the street. Only this incandescent desire that consumes us remains.

His full lips on mine, his movements precise and feverish... My entire body responds. I’ve never felt such a feverish surge. He presses me against a wall, briefly lifts my dress. I wrap a leg around his waist, offering him full access to my intimacy. His hand slides between my thighs.

“I love it when they get this wet under my touch.”

His words are a delicious poison. I’m on fire. He gently pulls aside my underwear and slips in one finger... then a second. His slow movements make me tilt my head back. I arch, eager to feel him deeper. He kisses me, making me lose my breath. My body trembles. This stranger makes me quiver against a wall, just a few steps from the bar.

He slides the strap of my dress down and exposes my breasts. His thumb and index finger gently pinch my nipple while he takes the other in his mouth. He licks it, nibbles it, sucks it without restraint. My mind explodes. I lose control. I don't care that we're in public. I want him to take me. Right here, right now. I’ve never felt such desire.

Before Marc, I’d had a few flings, but nothing this intense. And with Marc... we never went beyond kissing. He supposedly wanted to “take his time.” The idiot threw himself into the arms of his business partner. I feel ashamed for giving in to a stranger like this, but I don’t care. For the first time in a long while, I feel alive.

I take the lead and undo his pants. But as soon as I do, he pulls away. His fingers leave my intimate area, and his mouth leaves my chest. He steps back with long strides.

“Hey, wait…” I say, confused.

“You really thought I was going to fuck you right here in the street?”

He continues walking and stops in front of a car. I hurry to join him.

“Get in, let’s finish what we started.”

I smile and get into his car. He drives like a madman. Maybe he’s as eager as I am. But a dull fear rises in me. I realize he’s a total stranger. What if he hurts me? What if he kills me? No one would know what happened to me.

I’m about to speak, but his hand rests on my thigh.

“We’re here.”

I look around. He’s parked in front of a fancy hotel. I get out, still torn between the desire to run and the desire to continue. After a few minutes at the reception, we’re led to a large room.

Barely has the door closed when he lifts me and throws me onto the waterbed. He quickly undresses, takes out a condom, and slips it onto his already hard cock. He comes back to me, spreads my legs, and pushes my panties aside.

“Aren’t you going to take off my dress first?” I whisper.

“No. It’s much hotter this way.”

Without waiting, he thrusts into me hard. I scream, surprised, but my excitement makes it easier. His thrusts are powerful, brutal. My nails dig into his flesh. I lose my mind. It’s been three years since I’ve had sex. I scream like never before. He knows exactly how to touch me, where to press, how to make me crazy.

“I see you like it, beautiful stranger. You’re lucky to have gotten me. I’m going to wear you out.”

“I’m all yours…” I moan.

“You’re going to be seeing stars. Hope you can walk tomorrow.”

I smile at his hoarse voice, clinging to him as if my life depends on it. His thrusts grow more violent, more precise. He sinks deeply into me. I scratch him, mark him. We lose track of time. We fuck six times, in every possible position. He’s a god in bed. I doubt I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.

After our last orgasm, he lies on top of me, removes his condom. We fall asleep instantly, exhausted.

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When I open my eyes, my head is spinning. I survey the room. The memories come flooding back. I feel a mixture of shame and confusion. That wasn’t me, the woman from last night. I turn my head. The bed is empty. A note lies on the pillow. I take it and read it quickly.

"That was the best fuck of my life. I never sleep with the same woman twice, otherwise, I would’ve given you a date. I’ve taken care of everything. There’s money in the envelope. You’ve earned it, beautiful stranger. Forever "

My heart tightens. He treated me like a prostitute. And I hate myself for acting like one. I can’t let Marc destroy me to the point of throwing myself into the arms of the first man who comes along. I need to pull myself together. I take a shower, grab the envelope, and see that he’s left me quite a bit of money. My papers are in order. I can leave this country. There’s no more marriage. I have nothing left to do here.

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Two years later.

Standing on the balcony, I watch the sea. Its waves, the fresh air... It’s soothing. I love coming here. Many couples walk hand in hand. My in-laws had the good idea to build this house by the sea, even though Alex doesn’t like returning here because of our past. But I often drag him here. He has to move on, just like I did.

I’ve been through a lot. But by the grace of God, I’ve made it through. I have everything a woman could dream of: a golden husband, ready to do anything for me, a dream career, and solid financial stability. The only thing missing is a child. I want him to be from my husband. But Alex tells me to be patient. His job as a lawyer often takes him out of Ghana. He promises me that the time will come.

A hand wraps around my waist, pulling me out of my thoughts. I smile, recognizing his scent. My husband is finally home. He was only gone for a week in Europe, but I missed him so much. I turn around and devour his lips.

“I missed you so much, my love.”

“More than you…”

I jump into his arms, start unbuttoning his shirt when a voice comes from behind us.

“Good evening.”

I turn around, and my heart stops. It’s him. The stranger from that unforgettable night. He’s standing there, hands in his pockets, his gaze fixed, almost shocked. I don’t know where to put myself. My husband sets me back on the ground, smiling.

“Come, darling. Let me introduce you to Caleb. My brother.”

I freeze. Brother? No… Tell me I’m dreaming. Why

did it have to be him? He must think the worst of me. Damn… What is this new trial?