Chapter 2:One Night, No Strings
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Once inside the hotel room, the man pinned her against the wall. The cold metal of his belt buckle pressed into her abdomen, sharp and chilling. His breath was hot against her ear, his voice low and husky: “Help me.”
The room was dark. Nina Walker’s hands trembled as she reached for his belt buckle.
She was drunk, hazy, and inexperienced. Her fingers fumbled, unable to unfasten them.
“I can’t… I can’t get it open,” she murmured, looking up at him, her voice soft and teasing like a spoiled kitten.
The man chuckled low in his throat. “Let me teach you.”
The moment his hand covered hers, warmth bloomed—but then he suddenly paused.
“Hm? "What’s wrong?” she asked, cheeks flushed, blinking up at him.
He gently turned her hand over, rubbing her fingers. On her ring finger, a sparkling diamond glinted. His brows furrowed.
“You’re engaged?”
She nodded lightly.
“And you’re still out looking for fun?” he said, his gaze sharp and unyielding.
“Why not?” Nina laughed, careless and cold.
If Brian could sneak around with Lucy behind her back,
Why should she stay faithful?
His eyes turned cold as steel. The warmth from earlier disappeared, replaced by icy disdain. He pressed her harder against the wall.
“If you already have a fiancé, don’t provoke me. I don’t think you can handle me.”
She smiled, bold and mocking.
“Then how will you know if you don’t try?”
It was a challenge, a dare.
Maybe it was just a one-night affair—brief and wild.
But he had rules:
He didn’t touch the women who were taken.
Too much trouble.
And yet...
Click.
She finally undid the buckle.
Her fingers tugged at his belt. Her eyes—wet, glazed, and glowing in the dark—locked onto him.
It wasn’t just seduction. It was an invitation.
And he wasn’t the kind of man to deny himself.
With a swift motion, he lifted her into his arms and dropped her onto the bed.
Her kiss was warm—but clumsy.
Nina was brave from the wine, but still clearly nervous. Her fingers clung tightly to his collar, her body trembling like a leaf.
He reached out to soothe her, his voice deep and gentle.
“Don’t hold it in.”
And everything after that was like dry wood meeting fire—wild, unstoppable.
The room remained dark, lit only by moonlight filtering through the window, flickering with their breath and movement.
Afterward, the man sat up and silently cleaned her up.
His gaze fell on the faint trace of red on the sheets. His brows drew together.
He didn’t sleep with women that already had husbands.
And he never touched virgins.
Too risky.
Yet tonight, he’d broken both rules.
In the moonlight, he lit a cigarette, but his eyes kept drifting back to the woman asleep in his bed.
That face so pure, so tempting. Her features are soft, innocent, her waist small and seductive in a silk slip dress.
Exactly his type.
A little rule-breaking… maybe it wasn’t so bad.
The next morning...
Nina woke up sore and aching. Her body hurt, her head spun. Last night’s memories came flooding back—including the face of the stranger she had given herself to.
She was a doctor. She didn’t need evidence because her body said everything.
The slip dress on the floor said even more.
And the man?
Gone. Like a dream.
Passionate one minute, disappeared the next.
Nina drew in a deep breath, then noticed something on the nightstand:
A set of new clothes. Fresh undergarments.
And a check worth a million.
And a box of morning-after pills.
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