TWISTED VOWS

CHAPTER TWO: CONFESSIONS IN THE DARK

Adrian stood frozen in his office, rereading the text over and over.

“We need to talk. I'm late. Really late. And I think it’s yours.”

The words weren’t just digital ink. They were a grenade.

He threw the phone down, poured himself a double scotch, and paced like a madman. His billion-dollar empire couldn’t prepare him for this kind of chaos.

Roxy Vale. Pregnant.

And maybe, just maybe… with his child.

It had been one night. One lapse in judgment. One collision of lust and hatred. He told himself he’d forget it.

But now?

Now she was pulling him into something real. Something permanent.

Later That Night

She walked into his penthouse like she owned it.

Wearing black leather pants, a sheer blouse with no bra, and stilettos that looked lethal. Her hair was tousled, lips slightly glossed, and she smelled like s*x and danger.

Adrian watched her from behind the marble bar, swirling ice in his drink.

“You took your time,” he said flatly.

“I wasn’t sure you’d want to see me.” She dropped her purse and walked toward him, hips swaying unapologetically.

“You think you’re pregnant.” His voice was emotionless.

“I don’t think,” she replied. “I know.”

He downed the drink in one go. “And it’s mine?”

She smirked. “Isn’t that what every rich man wants to hear?”

He slammed the glass down. “Is it mine, Roxy? Or one of the others from your rotation?”

She flinched at that. Just slightly. But enough.

“It was right after… us,” she said. “I didn’t sleep with anyone else for two weeks. That’s rare for me. Believe it or not.”

“I don’t.”

She stepped closer. “Then why did you ask me here?”

Adrian didn’t answer.

He didn’t have the words. He only had the storm raging inside him. The hunger. The hate. The confusion.

Roxy reached out and touched his shirt collar, fingers light. “Do you want me to disappear, Adrian? Say the word.”

He grabbed her wrist.

Hard.

“I want you to tell me the truth.”

“I did.”

“No. The truth, Roxy. Why me? Why this game?”

“I didn’t plan to get pregnant, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“But you knew it could happen.”

She pulled her wrist free. “So did you.”

The tension snapped like a whip. Adrian turned away, hands in his hair, pacing like a caged animal.

“You make me insane,” he muttered.

“Good. Then we’re even.”

When he turned back, his eyes were dark.

"You don’t deserve to be a mother."

"Maybe not," she said, chin high. "But I’m already becoming one.”

A Long Silence

She moved toward the window, looking out at the glittering skyline.

“I don’t want your money, Adrian,” she said quietly.

He studied her, unsure for the first time. “Then what do you want?”

She looked over her shoulder.

“Maybe I want to see what kind of man you are when control is no longer yours.”

Adrian walked toward her slowly.

His voice dropped to a low murmur. “I’ve hated you for so long.”

“I know.”

“And still I want to devour you.”

She turned to face him, chest rising.

“Then do it,” she said.

That was all it took.

He crushed his mouth against hers, this time with no hesitation. No self-control. No stopping himself.

Roxy gasped as he lifted her off the floor and carried her to the bedroom.

Clothes were ripped. Buttons popped. Her blouse hit the floor like surrender.

Adrian kissed her like a man drowning in need.

Their lips bruised, tongues clashed, and hands explored like it was the last night of the world.

“You drive me crazy,” he growled into her skin.

“I want to ruin you,” she whispered.

“You already have.”

THE BEDROOM

The sheets were black silk. The lights low. The air electric.

He kissed down her throat, between her breasts, down her stomach. Roxy arched beneath him, moaning as his mouth traced fire across her skin.

“No games,” he muttered. “No pretending.”

“For once,” she gasped, “I agree.”

His mouth found her thighs, then her center. She moaned like a sinner in church. Her fingers gripped the sheets as waves of pleasure ripped through her.

And then he was inside her.

Hard. Deep. Desperate.

They moved in same rhythm, in rage, in lust. Like two storms clashing.

She moaned his name.

He whispered, “Mine.”

But just before they both unraveled, something strange passed through her eyes.

A flicker of guilt.

A question.

Or maybe it was fear.

And he didn’t see it. Not yet.

AFTER

Adrian lay beside her, chest rising and falling.

Roxy stared at the ceiling.

“You’re not a good man,” she said softly.

“I know.”

“But you’re the only one who’s ever made me feel like I’m not… disposable.”

His hand moved to her stomach. Gently.

“Then let’s stop pretending,” he whispered. “Stay. Be with me. I’ll marry you. I’ll give this child everything.”

She blinked, stunned. “You’re serious?”

He turned to her. “Dead serious. But only on one condition.”

“What?”

“No more lies. No more other men. If you stay… you’re mine. Body and soul.”

Roxy didn’t speak for a long time.

Then she gave a small, tired smile.

“I’ll think about it.”

But in her head, something else whispered.

You already broke that promise.

Because she had seen someone last week.

A masked man in a club she swore she’d never return to.

And she didn’t know how to stop.