The Sweetest Lie

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Blair’s POV We left the bar together, heading to his hotel as he called it. We drove off in his G wagon. It was one of the most expensive cars in the world. Whoever this man was, he was filthy rich. Could he possibly be an Alpha? A part of me had been tempted to ask questions, but none of it mattered. We were simply going to make love and never see each other again. It was the best night of my life. He made love to me in the sweetest way. Although it was my first time, I wasn't sure intimacy could be any sweeter. I didn't want us to stop.The stranger had been shocked to know I was a virgin. The entire session, he kept asking if I was fine and needed him to be more gentle. For the first time, someone cared about my feelings. But something unusual happened during the i*********e. Everything had been going so fine until he suddenly jerked while inside me and came with a deep groan. I was shocked, but we were both in the moment and could not ask questions. He got off me almost immediately, sitting on the edge of the bed. "That is strange," he muttered to himself. I was equally confused. I thought he couldn't finish on a woman? He looked at me, and from how long it was, I could tell he was staring at me like I was a puzzle. I was still lying on my back, exhausted. Soon, he joined me, lying beside me. He held his head up with his elbow. "Who are you?" He ran a finger along my jaw. The touch was electric. I swallowed hard. I am just an ugly girl who has been abandoned by everyone she's ever come across. To my surprise, he took off his mask. My mouth fell open in shock at the face before me. Goddess of the Moon! If he wasn't the most stunning man I'd ever met! He was too good-looking. I could never have someone like him. He was too good for me. I pulled the duvet further to conceal my body. "You should've told me you were a virgin at the bar," he said. “What did it matter?” I didn't care about being a virgin anymore. Slowly, his hand reached for my face. Realizing what he had in mind, I gasped and recoiled. "No." I shook my head, gripping the duvet tight. "Why? You've seen my face." Still, I shook my head. "Our deal still stands. There's nothing to be afraid of." He added. “You don't understand! You'll hate me if you see my face.” The night was going too smoothly. I didn't want anything to ruin it. "I'm ugly." I mumbled, dipping my head. He seemed surprised. He reached for my face again and this time, I didn't try to stop him. This was my fate. He pulled off the mask, put a finger under my chin and tipped my head up to meet his gaze. Tears glistened in my eyes as I stared into his silver charming eyes. He was staring right at my face, at my scar. He was going to run away now. I shivered and closed my eyes when he ran a finger along the scar. What was he doing? "What happened?" His tone was soft, his fingers still caressing my face. I met his gaze and so far, there was no resentment in his eyes. "Someone attacked me." I swallowed. "I was abducted and blindfolded while they hurt me. I've visited a lot of doctors, but none have been able to help." Seconds passed. He didn't take his eyes off me. "You're beautiful," he murmured. I frowned. What was he talking about? "You really think the scar makes you ugly?" I shook my head, pulling my face away from his grasp. "I am ugly. Everyone tells me." More to my surprise, he pulled me in beside him, wrapping his arms around my shoulder. "Until tonight, I don't think I've ever met a lady as stunning as you, Princess." My heart quickened as I listened to his heartbeat with my head on his chest. Uncontrollably, a tear escaped my eye. He was lying. He only wanted me to feel better. "Do you think we could adjust our deal? I'd love to spend another day with you," he said,shocking me to the core. What!? This was not possible. "I…i" "Please." My heart melted instantly. For the first time in my life, I was being begged to stay. Not to leave. I buried my face in his chest as I responded: "I'd love to." But like everyone else, he lied to me.Like everyone else, I was deceived. Morning light streamed through the curtains. I smiled before even opening my eyes. He’s still here. I reached across the bed, but cold sheets. My eyes snapped open. No no no no. I sat up too quickly, scanning the room. “He’s in the bathroom,” I whispered to myself. Silence. I waited, and nothing. My heartbeat began to race. I threw the covers aside and stood, my legs trembling slightly. “Hello?” My voice echoed in the large suite. No answer. The bathroom was empty. The closet was empty. His clothes were gone. His scent was fading. My chest tightened painfully. Did he leave because of my scar? Did he wake up and regret everything? Was last night just pity? “No… he asked me to stay,” I whispered desperately. “He begged.” A knock sounded at the door. I froze and relief flooded me. He must have stepped out. Maybe for breakfast. I rushed to open it, hope blooming wildly in my chest. A stranger stood there. “Yes?” I asked quickly. “The man I came with, is he downstairs?” His expression was cold. “Miss, you need to leave.” The words felt distant. “I’m sorry?” “You were instructed to vacate immediately.” My stomach dropped. “The man I came with last night… will he come back?” My voice trembled despite my effort to steady it. The man looked at me with something almost like pity. “No. It was his idea to have you removed. He made it clear he does not want to see you anywhere near this property again.” The world went silent. That couldn’t be true. He held me….he called me princess. He asked me to stay. “Y…you must be mistaken,” I whispered. “I am not.” And just like that…Everything inside me shattered. He left and didn’t even say goodbye. And somehow… it hurt more than when Hector rejected me. Because this time, I had believed him.
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