Nathan POV

I was heading towards my car when I heard a commotion outside. It was none of my business, but I was tempted to take a look. The security men were holding two women. One was lifted into the air, her arms and legs flailing as she cursed at a couple.

My eyes widened in shock. I rack my brain to remember her name, she was the drunk lady who had been with me last night.

Why is she causing a scene?

Is she still under the influence of alcohol?

I reversed my car and stepped toward the scene. Workers had gathered around—some were filming and taking pictures of her theatrics.

“What’s going on here? Everybody, go back to your posts now!” I thundered.

The workers flinched and scurried back to their duties.

"Hello, will you stop with all this drama?" I said, holding her. She was flustered, her hair and clothes was a mess.

"Leave me alone!" she shouted, her eyes flashed with fury. "You don’t have any right to tell me what to do!"

The other woman—who I assumed was her relative due to their striking resemblance—stormed away from the scene with one of the security man trailing behind her.

"Well, I’m the owner of this place, and I care a lot about our reputation. You don’t go around assaulting my customers. If I didn’t know your backstory, you could’ve been arrested by now," I barked. I saw her eyes soften slightly.

"What’s your name again?"

"Karen," she replied panting, and stretching her clothes.

"You’re coming with me." I hustled her away from the scene.

"Let me go!" she winced, struggling to break free from my grip.

We walked into the elevator. I pressed the button to my floor. When the elevator stopped, I pulled her into my room.

"Why am I here?" she demanded, her chest heaving with anger.

"I brought you here to stop you from embarrassing yourself further, Karen. If you're hurt, that’s not the way to deal with it—you’re only hurting yourself more."

"You don’t get to tell me how to react to my pain. You know nothing about me!" she snapped. Her eyes glistened with tears, she bit her lower lips I sense she's trying not to explode.

"Well, the whole world kinda knows now." I pulled out my phone and showed her the embarrassing pictures and videos—her lunging at the couple, the crazy captions. She’d been tagged as the “the scornful ex-wife” all over the blogs.

"You’re all over the internet. And guess what? People don’t care about the truth."

"I can't believe this," she gasped, her voice wet with tears. "Well, I don’t care. I’ll get back at them," she added, a determined look settling on her face.

I edged closer to her, my eyes gazing into the depths of her ocean-blue eyes.

"They watched you with relish, crashing down and groaning in pain. Don’t give them the satisfaction," I said gently. Lifting her chin towards my face.

"I know," she muttered, then broke down in tears.

"That’s my best friend of over thirteen years... and my husband," she sobbed uncontrollably, her voice shaky and raw.

"I did nothing to them to deserve such cruelty from them".

I watched her burst into tears. My chest tightened, I hated to see her cry, If only she knew how beautiful she was, she wouldn’t cry over a man who didn’t know her worth.

But I know—betrayal hurts. I’ve been there. The very reason why I resolved not to get married or attached myself in a long-term romantic relationship with women. But Why the hell did I care this much? Why did her pain get to me?

I stepped closer, meeting her eyes. She looked wrecked, and it hit me in the chest. my thumb stroke her cheeks bone.

"Sorry if I sound insensitive. I just can’t bear watching you in so much pain over a douchebag ," I murmured as I gently wiped her tear-stained cheeks.

"Here," I said, handing her a tissue.

"I’m really sorry," she sniffed, dabbing her face with the tissue.

Her pale wet blue eyes lifted to mine. Then she pulled me by the collar. Her gaze lowered to my lips.

"Remember the favor I ask you" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her next action took me by surprise. She leaned closer, suddenly, her lips pressed softly against mine. I pulled her into a long, passionate kiss, our wet tongues entwined.

Her hands tugged at my jacket, I hurriedly pulled it off. She began unbuttoning my shirt, peeling it away from my chest. But when she reached for my belt buckle, I grabbed her hands.

"Wait," I panted heavily. "Are you sure about this?"

She pulled back her hair and slowly began undressing. she flung off her bra, the soft mounds of pink flesh bounced free, her chest is full and perfect. my cock pulse with need. She stood in front of me, wearing nothing but red lacy underwear.

My mouth slacked open, for a moment I forgot how to breathe. The little restraint I have left me. As a wealthy man who has been with several women, I had never reacted to a woman’s naked body the way I did to hers.She pressed her soft boobs against my hard chest, her dainty hands pressed hard at my bulged. I couldn't resist anymore.

"I have never been so sure", she whispered into my ear, I lifted her gently , her legs wrapped around my hips. I placed her on the bed, my warm tongue trailed down her tits and sucked her hardened nipple.

I ruffle the wet hair around her pubes. My finger slipped through her folds and gently stroke her clit.

"Are you sure about this? I asked again, this time to be sure before I enter her .

"Please. Fuck me'', .she let out a soft moan, her restless hand clasped the band of my brief,

My cock sprang free, when I pulled off my brief. I thrust into her tight pussy, she was wet, slimy just perfect for my cock. Her nails dug into my skin,as I pounce into her, slowly at first, then harder . Her throaty moans drive me crazy as our body was rhyming with each movement. She was wild and fierce just the way I like. It's felt like she release her pent up sexual frustration, tilting her hips towards me, The room was filled with our pleasurable moans, and grunts.

*****

(The next day)

She blinked, and yawn tirelessly. Last night might have exhaust her. I stood at the window, holding a mug of coffee. I could sense she's staring at me, when our eyes met she looked away covering herself with the duvet

"Hi....pretty, I walked up to her and sat at the edge of the bed

Hi, she replied, , pulling the duvet to cover her body.

I brushed aside the cushion of hair from her face, the impeccable features of her early morning face caught me drooling .

After several rounds of sex last night, just a glimpse of her naked body made me rock hard again. I leaned in, letting my roving hand slip under the duvet, reaching for her breast.

"Stop," she said abruptly. My hand froze mid-motion. Her unreadable expression makes it hard to know what’s on her mind.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked. My heart skips a bit.

"I’ll be heading out. I have to meet up with my family," she said softly, tugging the duvet aside.

I nodded.

"Okay. What do you want? Coffee or tea?" I stood up from the bed, pulling my gaze away from her naked body.

It took her a few seconds to grasp what I’d said.

"Coffee," she replied

I stepped out briefly to get it for her. By the time I returned, she had already dressed.

"Here."

She reached for the cup I handed her.

"Thanks", she muttered and tugged a strand of hair behind her ears.

Instead of sipping it, she gulped it down in a rush.

"Aaah!" she yelped, burning her tongue.

"Sorry," I said, taking the cup from her and gently caressing her lips. Are you okay? She stood motionless, staring at me.

The truth is, I couldn’t quite explain what I was feeling for her. Her dreamy blue eyes caught me sizzling with desire. My gaze lingered at her pink puckered lips. Maybe it was lust. Her body could pulled down any man’s defenses. No one could experience a night with her and not be addicted. Why would her husband let her go? I wondered, my mind racing with questions.

I leaned in, my mouth finding hers again. She welcomed the kiss, savoring it like she meant every second. But the moment my hands began fumbling with her zipper, she pulled away.

"I have to go," she said breathlessly.

I drew back, catching my breath. She grabbed her bag and sauntered out of the room.