THE BILLIONAIRE's HIDDEN HEIR

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER

Ethan pushed her gently to the side and said, "It's enough for you to take the lead. I'll take over from here."

Seductively, Aurora smiled and said, "I'm at your mercy."

Ethan's kisses left Aurora breathless. He took the lead, his hands exploring her body. Aurora moaned, lost in the sensation.

As they kissed, Ethan's fingers traced the edge of her panties. "Do I have your permission?" he whispered.

Aurora nodded, her voice barely audible. "Yes...yes..."

Ethan's touch was gentle, yet electrifying. Aurora gasped, her body responding to his caress.

"You're really tight," Ethan whispered, his voice husky with desire. "You were telling the truth...you're a virgin."

Aurora's face flushed, but she didn't look away. Ethan's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity.

As he entered her with his finger, Aurora felt a mix of pain and pleasure. She gasped, her body adjusting to the sensation.

She allowed herself to wallow in the sweetness, it took some seconds before Ethan could break her hymen.

Aurora watched as Ethan gently removed her boxer. As he positioned himself, he whispered, "It might be a little painful, and if it's too much, tell me, and I'll stop."

Aurora nodded, her heart racing. As Ethan entered her, she felt a surge of pain and pleasure. She screamed, her voice echoing through the room, as her body adjusted to the sensation.

Aurora gasped, "You're really big," as Ethan raised her leg and began to enter her again. She lost herself in the sensation, moaning softly as he moved deeper.

As the intensity built, she tried to push Ethan away, but he gently held her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. He increased his pace, his movements becoming more passionate, and Aurora felt herself getting lost in the rhythm.

After a few minutes, Aurora felt herself relaxing as she noticed Ethan collapse on her, his body spent. The two lay there, sated and content. Ethan whispered, "You're really hot in there," his voice filled with satisfaction. Aurora smiled, feeling a sense of pleasure and connection. As she drifted off to sleep, she felt Ethan's gentle weight on her, his arms wrapped around her, holding her close.

Aurora hadn't felt such deep happiness and relief in her life, but it was short-lived. Her phone's ringing pierced the air, growing louder and more insistent. Groggily, she woke up to a bright new day, the sun shining through the window. A disturbing headache, a hangover, pounded in her temples. She reached for her phone, answering Natasha's frantic call.

Natasha's voice was shrill on the other end of the line. "Where have you been? I've been calling you all night! Why did you go out last night? Are you okay?"

Aurora tried to respond, but Natasha cut her off. "How could you be so reckless? You drank Michael's 'Devil's Breath'! Do you know what that stuff is?"

Natasha continued, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Before you arrived, Michael left his drink on the table and went to the bathroom. When he came back, he asked for his drink, but it was gone - because you had already drunk it!"

Natasha continued that Mike revealed he had spiked it with a libido-enhancing substance called "Manpower." because he was planning to visit his girlfriend later that night."

Aurora's memories came flooding back as she recalled drinking from the glass. She remembered feeling an intense, burning desire and her encounter with a stranger - now lying naked beside her. She cringed at the thought of her reckless behavior and the embarrassing things she had said. Her gaze fell upon Ethan's handsome face, peaceful in sleep. Aurora's shock turned to outrage as she screamed, cursing Michael for leaving the spiked drink unattended. "Why would he leave something like that out?!" she exclaimed, her voice shaking with anger and regret.

Aurora hastily said she'd see Natasha soon and ended the call. She pulled back the blanket, and her eyes widened as she saw the bloodstains - a reminder of her lost virginity. Her gaze shifted to Ethan, still sleeping peacefully beside her. Memories flooded her mind: his gentle question, "Won't you regret this tomorrow?" and the soft, tender touch of his lips on hers.

Aurora carefully got out of bed, trying not to disturb Ethan's peaceful slumber. She quietly grabbed a pen and scribbled a note, leaving it on the bedside table. With only her pants hastily put on and still wearing the same top from the night before, she slipped out of the room, closing the door softly behind her. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the uncertain day ahead, and made her way out of the apartment, leaving Ethan behind.

Aurora recounted the entire experience to Natasha, who listened with wide eyes in Aurora's studio. "What did you write in the note?" Natasha asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

Aurora hesitated before revealing, "I apologized and told him to forget about last night. I said we should avoid each other in the future."

Natasha's expression turned thoughtful. "But why? If he stayed after having s*x with a stranger, it means he's a good person. You could date him if you want."

Aurora shook her head firmly. "Not after that encounter. He'll never respect me. He'll think I'm the kind of girl who opens her legs to anyone, anytime."

Just then, a knock on the door broke the silence. Michael entered, looking frantic, and hurriedly knelt before Aurora. "I'm so sorry! I had no idea you'd drink from my glass last night," he pleaded.

Aurora's anger flared, and she raised her hand to strike him. "You have no idea what you've done to me!" she exclaimed.

But before she could hit him, Michael shouted "GCMG!" - a cryptic abbreviation that left both women stunned.

Natasha asked, "Why did you scream that? Have you never seen a wounded person before?"

Michael grasped Aurora's hand, revealing a handkerchief with the same abbreviation. "This is GCMG - Global Corporate Masters Group," he explained, his eyes locked on Aurora's.

Michael explained that the Global Corporate Masters Group (GCMG) was an extremely wealthy and elite company, with only direct heirs of the founding family eligible to own a stake. He implored Aurora to reveal how she acquired the handkerchief, confessing that his company had been attempting to secure a contract with GCMG for years. He begged her to connect him with the handkerchief's owner, emphasizing that landing the contract would guarantee his promotion.

"Aurora, please," Michael said, his voice laced with desperation. "I need to meet the person who owns this handkerchief. My company has been trying to get a foothold with GCMG for years, and I know that if I can secure this contract, I'll be promoted.

Natasha shot Aurora a warning glance, signaling her to stay quiet. Aurora hesitated before speaking, "I found it outside the club yesterday when I was drunk."

Michael's expression turned incredulous. "Impossible! That handkerchief can't just appear in a place like this. It's not something you'd find in a crowded, rowdy area like this club."

He paused, collecting his thoughts. "The only heir to the GCMG fortune is Ethan. I've heard rumors about him - how cold and detached he is, an introvert who's rarely seen in public. And yet, he's supposedly strikingly handsome. Few people have ever laid eyes on him in person."

Michael's eyes narrowed, skepticism etched on his face. "It can't be possible that he actually showed up at the club last night. It just doesn't add up."

Aurora's thoughts drifted to Ethan, and she couldn't help but replay their encounter from the night before. She thought to herself, "I made the right decision by ending things like that. Ethan and I could never be a good match."