Lie To Me

The one night stand

Sue married Eric? They eloped together? I found it hard to breathe. The betrayal felt like a stake to my heart. Did she also like Eric? Why didn't she just tell me this? Did she also believe I was obsessed with Eric? But I had already told her it was not true. Even if she liked him, even if she thought I was obsessed with him, who steals her sister's fiancé? Why? Why was everyone doing this to me? Whatever have I done to them?

Soon the door to the room opened and closed, and the room went silent. Only then did I open my eyes.

My anger was boiling over. Maybe this was the reason, but it was suddenly much easier for me to move. Had the drug worn off? Or did they not give me enough? It did not matter. I needed to escape.

When I got up, I saw my clothes on the floor and tried to dress, but there was no time.

By the door, I could hear my mother talking.

“Chairman Kent, thank you for coming,” I heard her say.

Blood drained from my face.he was already here. My eyes panned across every inch of the room looking for a means to escape.

I opened the balcony door and stepped into the cold night. The wind seems to slice through my face. I was so high up the building, that fear tore through me. But I knew I could not be caught here.

Looking around, I noticed that there were balconies on both sides of the room, so I hurriedly climbed over.

I tried hard to forget that I was right stories up in the sky and forced my body to move. E balcony next door looked dark, as though there as no light in the room. Hopefully, that meant the room had not been booked.

On the balcony on the other side, the light was on, I could see shadows of people moving around. It seems to be people making repairs, as I could see a ladder on the balcony.

I pulled the ladder to my balcony and adjusted the ladder, stretching it to reach the next balcony, and climbed.

The climb was steep, but I was not taking any chances.

I crawled up to the balcony and before I could be followed, I kicked the ladder letting it slide to a balcony below.

I did not stay to find out if I ha been seen. Without thinking, I opened the sliding door and rushed inside.

Only when the warm air hit me did I calm down. They must have given me something because I could not control my body well. I honestly felt horny. The feeling was like nothing I could describe. It felt like I could jump any man that existed on the planet.

“This is new,” I heard a deep voice suddenly say, and I jumped in fright.

I spun around to find a man in dark robes by the bed.

I could barely think straight now. The drugs were getting to me. I may not have been sound of mind at that moment, but I could tell the man on the bed looked at me as though I was prey. It made the spot between my legs water.

My mind was being taken over by lust. I could see he was in a bathrobe. He looked alluring.

"Come over," I heard him say.

I am not sure why, but I found his voice very attractive. I made my way to the bed as though possessed and crawled in.

His figure was vague under the influence of drugs, but I noticed his tattooed arm. I knew this voice. And even in the dark, I could swear I knew who he was. No, it was not possible. He should be traveling with his new wife by now. How could it be him? I shook the thought of my mind.

As though possessed, I wanted to touch him. I placed my hand on his chest and felt around.

I felt the urge to take off the rest of my clothes and glue my body to his. I took off the straps of my bra, letting my heavy peaks hang free before him, and I noticed his eyes immediately darkened as they settled on her n*****s.

The same part of me sneered. Men were all the same. A naked woman crawls into your room and you would really touch her? Just a little skin and they were animals.

But his heated gaze only aroused me more. For some reason, I thought of my mother's words. What really was the use of my virginity? I never really kept it for anyone, I just never dated anyone to the point of ending up in bed. Looking at the specimen of a man before me, I decided, to use him.

I became more excited as I let my hand roam his body.

Seeing me proactive only excited him. He reached out and grabbed one of my breasts. The next moment, he took one n****e into his mouth. This action shattered all of my last resistance as I soon clung to him, letting him toss me around all night. It was a wild night.

When I woke up, I noticed the bed was empty. But on the seat opposite the bed was Noah smoking a cigar.

"Noah!" I exclaimed as my heart jumped into my throat. I recalled what happened the previous night.

His clothes looked disheveled, and his form reminded me of the man from last night. Was it Noah? I did not dare ask.

"Since we have consummated our marriage, you should come back with me," he said, and I released a breath. The person from last night must have been Noah.

"Come where?" I asked.

"I am leaving the country. It's not safe for you here anymore," he said, and I sat up.

"Why?" I asked. He handed his phone to me in response, and I found that news of me sleeping around was trending on the Internet. No names were mentioned in these articles, but certain details pointed to me.

I found it hard to breathe. Obviously, only my mother and Diane could have released this to the press.

"We can't tell people about our marriage anymore. I know we got married to protect you, but if we announce it, people will say Eric eloped because of our affair," he said.

He was right. I had thought that after marrying Noah, it would help me save face from Eric leaving me at the altar, but now what will people say?

I could not believe this was happening to me. Noah walked over and held my hand. "Stay with me for a while, then we will leave the country, okay? When things calm down, we will return," he said and stroked my hair.

"I will make sure you are happy, Lily," he promised.

Did I believe him? I honestly did not believe anyone right now, but I did not marry for the pleasure of the family. I had my own goals. It did not matter what was said, as long as I was really married. Yes, I still had the marriage certificate I had placed in my bag. My bag. I looked around and spot it on the floor but he window. Glad that I still had it, I nodded to Noah.

Looking at how relieved Noah was, I felt slightly guilty. It was possible Noah was in love with me, but I only chose him to save myself. There was no way to confirm if he really lived me, but why else would he do all this?

I dressed in something new and left with him that day. He drove over to his home. We had just walked in when we met a lanky man in the living room.

Noah glanced at me before telling a maid to help me to my room. The man in question only raised a brow before looking away.

"Sir, you need to leave for the project soon, before your brother gets there," the man said and Noah froze. He nodded and turned to me.

"I will be gone for a while, anything you need let the butler and maids know, okay?" He asked with a soft smile, and I could only nod and watch him leave with the lanky man.

For the next few days I barely stepped out. And no one from my family ever called to check on me. The reality of my situation hurt. I had plans to wait till Noah returned before we talked. I could not continue living like as wife. I felt guilty everytime his staff called me madam. I wanted to leave.

I had gotten married on the expected date. Though as agreed, I had to stay married a while. The lawyer did not say I needed to live with him, right? I did not like this arrangement. How do I get out of this? Couldn't I just have th title of Noah's wife without Noah? I shook away the thought. It was not as though I could be a widow, right?

May be I wished too hard, cause the universe threw me a curve ball when a maid and butler hurried into the living room in a panic.

"Madam..." The butler started but soon went quiet. Looking at their pale faces, my heart sank.

"What? What is it?" I asked.

"Madam, they are saying Sir Noah is dead," the maid said, and a glass slipped from my hand.