Crush on My Substitute Wife

Alone, Amelia Hugh navigated the shadowy alley, letting the rainfall cascade over her face. The sting of her husband's betrayal was still fresh, his departure for another's arms leaving her heart in tatters. But her distress was soon overshadowed by the realization that she was being followed. Fearing it was a thug, Amelia hastened her pace, desperate for a place to hide. Luck was on her side when she stumbled upon an unlocked black sedan. Without pondering the consequences, she dived in and secured the door. "Who's there?" A sudden deep voice inside the car almost caused Amelia to jump out of her skin. It was a man, his voice marred by groans. Glancing up at the sound, Amelia vaguely noticed a man in the driver's seat, leaning against the steering wheel. He looked tall in his thin shirt. "Get out!" he barked. "Please, I'm so sorry, but could you let me stay just for a bit? Someone's following me," Amelia implored, her voice trembling with fear. The man fell silent, save for his painful groans. Concerned he might be seriously ill, Amelia hesitated for a while and cautiously moved closer. "Sir, are you okay?" Her hand extended to make contact, and she was met with the scorching heat of his fevered flesh. Suddenly, the man panted rapidly and grabbed Amelia's arm, pinning her down on the seat before she could react. "Don't blame me. You volunteered!" "Let go of me... Umm!" Amelia's protest was cut short by a desperate, fervent kiss. She struggled against him, trying to push him off, but he pulled her closer, his kisses intense and relentless. Filled with the aroma of aphrodisiacs in the car, Amelia began to feel dizzy, her resistance slowly fading. A choking sob escaped her as tears began to stream down her face. Sensing her distress, he paused to gently kiss away her tears, his actions tender. "Faer not. I'll do my best to make this pleasurable for you." Amelia trembled violently, her thoughts turning to her faithless ex-husband who had never shared her bed in their two years of matrimony, opting instead for the arms of another. Yet, the kisses from this stranger seemed to have awakened an unfamiliar feeling of pleasure within her. A surge of hatred started brewing in Amelia's heart. Why should she endure such torment, clinging to a love that was never hers to claim? With a blend of anger and a rebellious spirit, Amelia's resistance melted away, and she hesitantly responded to his embrace, returning his kiss. His restraint vanished, and his hands began a fervent exploration beneath her garments. As the tempest continued to unleash its fury beyond the car's confines, Amelia's thoughts grew fuzzy, her body surrendering to the passion of the moment. In the still of the night, Amelia stealthily made her way back to her home, leaving the stranger in a peaceful slumber. ***** When the morning beams danced on Clay's eyelids, he gradually woke up and opened his jewel-like blue eyes. He was lying in the car, with a headache, thinking about what happened last night. He was drugged, and a drenched woman broke into his car and helped him release his desire. The scent of that woman still lingered in the air, and Clay's fingertips remembered how soft and firm her body was. Her wet and satisfying moans let he couldn't get enough. What she brought to Clay was better than ever. Thought of that, Clay's body reacted strongly again. Damn it! He didn't remember that woman's face in darkness!  Never mind, he will find her out again... ***** Amelia was standing at the door of the house. She seemed to have drowned in a whirlpool of confusion, struggling to come to terms with that crazy one-night stand right after her ex-husband's betrayal. Now, in search of solace, Amelia yearned for the embrace of her kin. But the reception that awaited her was anything but comforting, as a startling ultimatum was laid before her. "Amelia! You must marry in your sister's stead!" Her mother, Layla Hugh, declared, insisting Amelia wed into the Kingsley family to save their failing business. Amelia was stunned, unable to fathom her mother's decision. "But... isn't Clay Kingsley a crippled, hideous man with a vile temper?" she protested. "What of it? Your sister is barely of age. Could you bear to subject her to that fate?" Layla countered. Cornered and overwhelmed by grief, Amelia found her mother's reasoning difficult to accept. "You've been discarded by your ex-husband already. I'm sure you won't mind getting married again." Layla continued, "Think of your sister and our family! You can't be so selfish, Amelia!" After a heavy silence, catching sight of her sister Jenny Hugh crying quietly in the corner, Amelia reluctantly agreed, convincing herself that it was for the best. "Very well, Mother. I'll marry him!"