Trapped by My Ex's Love Curse

The Casanova's S*ut

Shienna woke up and realized that it was past seven in the evening. She scrambled to her feet and checked the room outside and found no Bryan there.

"How could I have fallen asleep? What about the yoga instructor?" she muttered, rushing to put on her sleeping robe and head over to Bryan, but decided against it when she remembered what happened when she came to the 21st floor that night. "Uh, no! Forget it. It's late anyway. There's no way I'm doing pregnancy exercises at this time of night."

Shienna was still standing in front of the elevator when the elevator doors suddenly opened, and a scantily clad woman was standing there. Without excusing herself, she stepped into the room and sat down on the sofa.

"Can you call Bryan? I have an appointment with him," the woman said, giving orders to Shienna, who looked disheveled as she had just woken up after sleeping since noon.

"Who are you dare to command me? Don't you know me?" asked Shienna, looking annoyed.

"Do I know you? I'm... you know what I'm going to say, right? You look old enough, so I guess it's okay if I tell you the truth." The heavily made-up woman smiled. "Bryan hired me for a short time, so I don't have much time to chit-chat with you. Is he available? Please tell him I'm here and ready for him."

Shienna snored in annoyance as she rolled her eyes.

"Oh, and have a bottle of wine ready for us. We're going to try a hardcore game, and I think Bryan will need wine to—"

Shienna didn't answer or do what the woman wanted but instead grabbed her arm to get up and dragged her to the elevator to Bryan's room. There, Bryan was waiting for her in the living room.

"Tell her which floor to go to next time, asshole! Don't test my patience by bringing prostitutes to my floor because that will affect my mood!" Shienna pushed the woman into Bryan's broad chest.

"What's going on? Didn't I tell you it was the twenty-first floor?" snapped Bryan, who was staring at his guess after he glanced at Shienna with an uncertain look. His heart must have been in turmoil because Shienna had finally picked up on his bad habit.

"Bryan, do something about this crazy woman! She's hurting me!" the woman whined, causing Bryan to shift her to hide behind him.

"Can't you talk to her nicely? Aren't you afraid your image will suffer?"

"f**k image, asshole! I'm no longer the Diva but the captive of the conglomerate, Bryan Sanders, the asshole!"

Shienna turned around and stomped away, leaving Bryan, who could only sigh as he was suddenly in a bad mood.

However, the woman didn't seem to care about how Bryan felt right now because she was asked to come and paid not to be a counseling agency but to satisfy the casanova's desires.

She begins to make erotic moves and turns Bryan's body to face her.

"Just shake it off, forget that crazy woman. I'm here to improve your mood."

Yes... yes... Bryan knew that. It was the reason he invited women to see him. He couldn't do it with Shienna, so how else could he release the hormonal urges in his body if not by hiring a prostitute?

She leaned in, planted her lips on Bryan's, and began to lick, sip, and taste hot kisses with the womanizing billionaire.

Many women hoped that they would get a chance to land on the man's bed. However, no one has succeeded yet.

What about this lady? It seems that Bryan is enjoying a hot moment with her and might end up in bed or wherever for sure with the amazing release they achieve.

Unfortunately, they don't. Because when their clothes are completely off, all Bryan has on his mind is the same woman who has always made him unable to fulfill his desires for anyone else. She is all Bryan ever wanted.

Bryan stops the unfinished game and doesn't even start it because the woman is the only one who feels his hormones exploding with passion while he doesn't at all.

He takes a few bills out of his wallet and hands them to the now-dressed woman before him.

"Take them and remember our agreement."

"Have to keep my mouth shut from the media? It's easy. But this is not enough."

Bryan took another sheet and handed it to the woman. "Not just to the media, but to every human being on the face of the planet, you must shut up and pretend nothing ever happened between us, and anything happened in this building. Do you understand?"

"Of course. But don't forget, I'm not the only one who knows about this. Then, it would be best if you shut them all up or... make an honest clarification before the media. You won't be able to keep the carcass for long, Bryan Sanders. I'm leaving now."

Bryan was lost in thought after the departure of the comfort woman he had deliberately summoned, while upstairs, Shienna, in a bad mood, started commenting on everything in his room.

"Elea!" she called, removing the sheets from her bed. Elea, who had been attending to other matters, hurried over to Shienna and was shocked to see her mistress's room in such disarray.

"W-what happened, ma'am? Why did you take off all the sheets and the sofa cover?"

"My body itches wearing these. I want you to change my bed sheets every other day. And match the color of the sofa covers with the sheets."

"B-but I just changed your sheets a few hours ago after the briefing."

"Briefing? What's a briefing for? You have to do what I tell you to do because you're my assistant."

"The head housekeeper gives the appraisal every weekend, ma'am. And that's Mr. Sanders' order. So we have to adapt your room to what is installed in Mr. Sanders' room."

'Urgh! No wonder the color and style of the bedspread and sofa cover in this room are the same as Bryan's. And I feel like I'm gonna puke every time I remember it. He must be f****d the woman on his bed with the same sheets as mine. Ewh!' Shienna thought.

"Mrs. Sanders? Do you want me to change everything?"

"Yes. To hell with any rules. I don't want my room to have the same feel as my husband's."

Elea was about to ask, but Shienna had already raised her hand to stop her from speaking. "Do it without asking too many questions!"

Elea nodded and did everything Shienna told her to do, returning to her room when she was done. It was late, and she thought it was time for Shienna to rest. Unfortunately, by the end of the night, neither Bryan nor Shienna had fallen asleep.

Shienna was still thinking about what she had witnessed a few nights before, and today, she had a firsthand encounter with another woman that Bryan had hired to f**k with him.

She knew it wasn't Bryan's fault because, after all, Bryan was a grown man who needed a release that she couldn't possibly provide. Shienna has no excuse. She doesn't want to do it, especially without love.

Shienna then got back up, decided to watch television, and hoped that she would feel sleepy if she cared for a while. However, the opposite was true. The channel she chose was now reporting on her and Bryan with headlines that made her head throb with pain.

'The couple seems to be trying to brush off the rumors. The two enjoyed a romantic dinner at L'Restaurante without any physical contact.'

Shienna turned off the television and went back to her room, hoping she would fall asleep on her own. Unfortunately, even at sunrise, she still hadn't fallen asleep.

Similarly, Bryan was still in his room, sitting on the side of the bed. His gaze was blankly directed forward. Many things had been plaguing his mind, but this time, the uneasy feeling kept chasing him.

He rubbed his face, then lay down and forced his eyes to close for a while. He planned to take Shienna to Westmont to meet his parents today. If he didn't sleep, his plan might fail.

However, before his eyes could close, he heard the clinking of the elevator and the sound of footsteps approaching the room, followed by a knock on the door that forced him to get up and greet his guest.

He was sure it must be Shienna. However, she didn't grumble and instead knocked politely on his door.

Bryan opened the door, but unfortunately, he was wrong. A well-built woman stood in front of his room and gave him a sweet smile. Her face looked tired as if she had been crying for days.

"Selena? What are you doing in my house?" Bryan asked in a cold tone, and then his gaze was fixed on the elevator, making sure Shienna didn't come at any time.

"Bryan, I missed you. I—"

"You need to get out of here before Shienna comes." Bryan signaled Selena to head to the elevator and leave.

"Wait, Bryan! Don't play games anymore. I know how your relationship with Shienna is. You married her to cover up her pregnancy. That baby is definitely not yours. Everyone knows what Shienna Miller is like. She's always changing partners like a slut."

"Watch your language, Selena! You don't know her. So don't speak out of turn."

"I don't know her, but I know you well." Selena then stroked Bryan's firm jaw and looked at him with a look that described her current feelings. A look that was both sad and full of hope for the man before her. "Please, Bryan. Come back to me. I miss you. And I know you feel the same way. You still love me."

"I don't want to discuss that matter. I have an appointment today. So you should leave now."

"What appointment? Are you going to go with that woman?"

Bryan didn't answer, but he also didn't look at Selena's face, hoping Bryan would look at her. However, he seemed uninterested. He knew how Selena was. Once he gave her a chance, it would be hard for him to break away.

"Bryan ... you won't even look at me."

"I told you, I don't have much time. Go now!"

Selena tightened her jaw, removing her arms from Bryan's neck. "All right. I'll let you do your duty as a husband for now. It's not good for the media to gossip about it. Your business will be in jeopardy. But I will come again tomorrow. I hope you have time for me because I have something to talk to you about."