Chapter 2

Jennie Orlando

The heat caught in my chest, breath stuttering as the stranger pinned me to the wall... his mouth on mine, hungry, unrelenting... tongues fighting for dominance, hands exploring my body... In a way no man has ever done to me before.

He paused, eyes on me. "Are you sure about this, miss?"

I pulled him close, kissing him like I already knew how the night would end. That should be enough for an answer.

He swept me off my feet, and I giggled as my fingers traced the sculpted lines of his chest. I needed this. Needed him.

I couldn't wait to feel him, to be filled in a way that left nothing untouched.

I didn't stop to wonder if I'd regret it. For once, I just wanted to feel something... just anything.

He lowered me carefully to the bed.

I tried to focus, to memorize the lines of his face, but the alcohol turned everything into a soft blur... So I gave up trying, deciding to just enjoy the moment.

His hands, warm and rough, slid up my inner thigh, sending sparks dancing beneath my skin.

My hands instinctively grabbed the bedsheet, pulling it, head pressed against the bed, breath hitching, soft quiet moan thickened in the air as he left burning kisses on my face... neck... chest... Every part of my body where fire was hidden.

Then slowly, his hand slipped beneath my dress, fingers brushing the aching warmth between my thighs...

*****

"Hey, wake up!"

The gentle tap on my back had me groaning tiredly, but I didn't open my eyes. I continued sleeping.

"Wake up, Miss,"

I tossed tiredly on the bed, but my eyes flew open as I felt the presence of someone. A man sat on the bed, his back facing me.

"Wh...who are you?" I muttered, sitting up, but a gasp tore through my throat the moment I felt my naked body beneath the duvet. My eyes scanned the room briefly... My clothes laid carelessly on the floor.

I clutched the duvet tightly to my chest as I scrambled back. "What did you do to me?"

Heat blossomed in my chest the moment his eyes met mine. My brain stopped to process his damn handsome face for a moment.

"Are you serious?" he spoke, but I barely paid attention to his words. How could I possibly do that when his face had captured all my attention? He was the most handsome man I've ever seen in my twenty-three years of existence.

His almond eyes pierced dominantly into mine. Those eyes I could take command from. Sharp jawlines, complimenting his oblong-shaped face. My fingers itched to touch his highbridge nose. He was damn... Beautiful.

But something caught in between my admiration... His age. He was probably in his late forties. Yeah, he looked younger than his age, but I could still tell. Why the fuck am I in bed with him?

"Who...are you?" I brushed thoughts off, looking him straight in the eyes, but I felt something twitch in between my legs... my pussy.

"The man you approached at the club last night to have sex with you..." he replied casually, and my eyes widened.

"Wh...what are you talking about?" I stuttered, my grip tightening around the duvet as I shook my head. I would never do something like that.

He ignored my question and demanded. "My money..."

"Wh...what money?"

"You promised to pay me if I had sex with---"

"Stop it! Just stop it!" I squeezed my eyes shut, covering my ears tightly.

'I'm not a sex worker.'

His familiar voice played in my head. Slowly, everything started clicking in... Every single detail of what happened last night.

"I see you remember everything that happened. So, are you paying with cash or transfer?" he asked as he closed the buttons of shirt.

"Why didn't you stop me? Why the fuck didn't you stop me? You knew I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doing!" I ran my fingers through my hair like I had lost my mind. Oh, yes. I had really lost it.

"So was I, Miss..." He picked up his phone. "I was also drunk."

I scoffed. Is he playing with me now?

"So, are you paying with cash or transfer?"

I glared at him.

How could I do have done something so stupid? What the fuck was I even thinking? Was it worth it? I buried my face in my palms shamefully, trying to wrap my head around the whole thing, but was soon distracted by the sound of my ringing phone.

I looked up and found him holding both my phone and his.

"I have your number now. I will forward my account details to you later. Payment for my service," he said, tossing my phone back on the bed, while I stared in silence.

Just as he was about to leave, I threw a question at him.

"Did you use protection?"

He paused.

"You didn't have sex with me without protection, did you? I know nobody would take that risk." my voice trembled, as I prayed silently that he didn't do something so stupid.

It was already driving me nuts that I slept with a stranger, carrying his baby or getting infections as a reward was the last thing I wanted.

He looked back at me, his lips curling up in a smirk, "Darling, my sperm is too expensive to be deposited just anywhere... Not even in the body of a woman who begs random men for sex. So, we are both safe."

I clenched my jaw tightly.

He was right after all.

After he left, I cleaned myself up and left for my apartment to get some rest and clear my head.

My mind drifted to the text I got from my boss last night as I drove home, but I quickly shook it off. Going to work was the last thing on my list.

I barely got home when my phone began ringing, and I reached for it. My stomach riled up with anger the moment I saw it was Ciara calling me. What does she want? She is not planning to come back to the house, is she?

Oh, we lived together. We had been living together for the past five years before we moved in here a couple of months ago.

The call ended, and another followed. I hesitantly picked up.

"Hey, cousin. I thought you were going to ignore my call again. Are you still mad at me for what happened?" she whined. "It's not my fault that your man wants me, Jennie. Justin came for me, and not the other way around. I couldn't say no to him. You won't take it to heart, will you?"

I went silent for seconds, my heart wrenching painfully. I loved Justin with everything in me, yet he chose to betray me.

"You two deserve each other, sweetheart. You should deal with his cheating ass now," I hung up on her, tossing my phone away.

My phone screen lit up with a text from that bitch, Ciara.

'I know you might not like to hear this, but I'll still tell you. Justin's dad is back from the States, and he's going to introduce me to him. We'll start our wedding preparation soon after the introduction'.

Tears blurred my vision, heat burned in my chest.

I scoffed. Now I know that I've been a fool. In the two years that we dated, he had never talked about his family. He never told me he had any, so I assumed he didn't.

My phone was still in my grasp when it pinged with a notification. Justin had just posted a new story.

My heart ached as I clicked on it. He must've posted a picture of how happy he was with his family. Curiosity made me click on it, but what I saw made me freeze on the spot.

It was a picture of Justin... And a familiar man.

'Dad'

The caption... Just a single word. But that wasn't the problem. It was the fact that his dad looked familiar.

My fingers trembled as I slowly zoomed in on his dad, and my breath stuttered the moment I recognised the man. It was the man from earlier. The one I slept with. He was Justin's dad...