[The King of Scandal] The Alpha Twin's Desire

01. Sexy Stranger

Lights flashed, creating seductive shadows in the corners of the nightclub filled with the thumping disco music, and the smell of alcohol wafted through the air.

On one of the seats at the front of the bar, Edith Cassidy, a writer whose story had just been rejected by her editor, was seen taking a sip of whiskey in her glass. Feeling very frustrated with the situation.

She had submitted eight books, none of which had passed review. The reason was still the same, that the story was not interesting, lacked plot twists, and did not suit their publisher's market.

"Damn," she muttered as she took her third sip from her glass that night. Her usually sharp eyes now began to blur, her mind drifting to the genre of books that were currently selling in the market.

Smut. Spicy. Books full of passion and hot scenes were dominating the best-seller list.

Edith sighed. "Maybe I should try writing a story like that? Yeah, I think I should."

But she didn't know where to start.

"Aaaargh!" She growled, pressing her forehead against the bar counter. "I don't even know how to describe the heat..."

Writing adult scenes was not her forte. She was too busy writing dramas, sweet romance stories that were light and meaningful. But now, with her blood alcohol level rising, anything seemed possible.

"I should give it a try, yes! Don't give up before fighting. I can do it," then a moment later, "no... I can't. I'm a fool at it." Edith was babbling, whining, and stifling cries of frustration. She didn't know what kind of story to write anymore. It was the only genre she hadn't attempted.

Staggering, she got up from her chair, intent on getting some fresh air. "I'd better walk home until my hangover wears off. Maybe I'll get ideas and inspiration on the way... Ah, what a headache."

That's when she bumped into something. Or rather, a person.

Dugh.

"Ugh!" she muttered in surprise as her body almost staggered backward, but a burly hand immediately caught her waist, keeping her balance.

Edith looked up, her slightly blurry eyes slowly catching the figure of a man with a firm jaw, a sharp gaze, and a well-built body wrapped in a fitted black shirt. His broad chest was clearly visible beneath the fabric, as if showing off a perfect muscular shape.

Unconsciously, Edith raised her hand and traced the man's face, touching his firm jaw, going down to his shoulders, and ending at his broad chest. Her fingers even lightly pressed against the hard muscles before she giggled to herself.

"Oh my... you..." Edith pointed at the man with her wobbly forefinger. "You're perfect!"

The man raised one eyebrow. "Perfect for what?"

Edith smiled widely, her cheeks flushed, either because of the alcohol or because the man was really handsome. "For the character in my book!" she said excitedly. "Tall, muscular, masculine... The perfect dominant male character for the spicy genre!"

The man was still looking at her with an expression that was hard to guess. Then suddenly, he caught Edith's hand that was still perched on his chest. "Spicy genre? Like stories rated 21+ and above?"

Edith nodded, slower this time, and pursed her lips. "Yes, but I don't know where to start. I've never written a scene like that before. I've only read and watched, but... I need real experience. I don't even know what a kiss feels like yet... Hahaa, poor me."

A smirk rose on the man's face. His eyes sparkled with something mysterious and seductive. He lowered his head, bringing his face close to Edith's ear until she could feel his warm breath brushing against her skin.

"Well then, how about I do you a favor? I would love to help you," He whispered, his voice low and thrilling.

Edith froze for a moment. Her heart was pounding, either from the effects of the alcohol or the man's sudden boldness.

"Help me...? How?" she asked, her voice trembling.

The man lifted her chin gently, looking directly into her eyes. "Help to 'discover' the scenes you want to write," he said meaningfully.

Edith's cheeks grew hot. Her breath caught in her throat. She should have felt intimidated, but somehow, there was something in the man's gaze that made it difficult for her to say "no."

"Ah, Mr. Sexy Stranger, you must often say that to other women... right?" Edith emphasized her forefinger on the man's broad chest.

"No, only to people who think I'm perfect for the sexy character of their imagination." The man whispered, giving Edith goosebumps.

After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, Edith bit her lip and nodded slowly. "Okay."

"Okay?"

Edith nodded again, this time enthusiastically. "Okay."

The man smiled wider, then put one arm around Edith's waist, leading her out of the club. His body was warm and strong and somehow gave her a strange sense of comfort.

"Where are we going?" asked Edith in a lost voice.

The man gave her a glance. "To a safer place. A place where you can study in peace and shout with satisfaction after you understand what I teach you."

Edith's heart beat faster. Her drunkenness instantly disappeared and was replaced by a hot urge that was hard to explain. Tonight seemed to be turning into something fun.

***

"Sssh, it's fine," the man whispered as he made Edith sit on the sofa.

The light from the hotel room's chandelier clearly showed the tension on Edith's face. The faint scent of flowers mixed with masculine fragrance filled the air, adding to the intensity of the tension that hung between them. Edith sat stiffly, her heart pounding so loudly that she feared the sexy stranger in front of her could hear it.

"What do I do now?" Edith thought hard. "Oh? What does he want?" Her panic.

The man knelt before her, his firm yet gentle fingers grasping Edith's hand, then leaned down and brought his lips close. Those warm lips began to kiss the back of Edith's hand patiently, making her hair stand on end.

Edith's head felt like it was going to burst. The strange feelings that were building up inside her began to rebel. But she didn't know what to do or where to start. Zero experience.

"You're fully sober now, right?" The man asked in a deep, husky voice.

"Why does that ordinary question sound so sensual when spoken by him? Ugh, I'm getting goosebumps." Edith muttered to herself.

"Are you—"

Before the man could say anything else, Edith opened her mouth, then in a slightly trembling voice she asked, "What's your name?"

The man looked up, gazing at her with beautiful green eyes. He smiled slightly, the corners of his lips lifting in a seductive way.

"Arthur," he replied in a low voice that shook Edith's chest.

Arthur? Edith felt like she had heard that name a lot lately, but when, where, and who it was she couldn't remember. Perhaps the remnants of alcohol were still perched in her head.

"And you?"

"Yeah? Oh, yeah... I'm Edith." Edith replied, snapping out of her thoughts.

Arthur nodded slowly, his eyes tracing Edith's face as if to memorize every detail. Then, his lips touched the back of Edith's hand again, this time longer, softer.

"Now that we know each other's names, do you really want to give yourself to my arms tonight?" His voice again and again swept through Edith's ears like a sweet, poisonous whisper.

Edith swallowed, nervousness taking over her body. "I... I've never done it before," she whispered almost inaudibly, ashamed and nervous at the same time. "And I'm scared."

"I really like you, your scent is very appealing to me." Arthur looked up, gazing at her with an intensity that made Edith's body seem to lock up.

Then, one hand grabbed Edith's chin, lifting her slightly before briefly kissing her lips. A brief touch that was like electricity running through Edith's entire body.

"I won't force you," his voice sounded patient yet deep. "But if you want it, I'll guide you slowly. I'll be gentle... Just please don't torture me by staying still and looking at me with those beautiful honey eyes."

Edith closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the heat emanating from Arthur's body. She had longed for a night like this and always tried to hold herself, but this was the first time she couldn't resist. The urge suppressed her fear.

"Use this as research for your new book," Arthur whispered against Edith's slightly parted lips.

It was just like her friends often talked about a wild, hot, passionate night. The impulse inside her grew even more intense.

Edith's eyes opened again, looking deeply at Arthur. He looked so promising. His gentle gaze was mixed with a wild, restrained attraction. It was as if the man was a hunter waiting for the signal to pounce on his prey.

"Damn. This temptation is too strong. Those soft lips of his..."

Finally, with bated breath, Edith nodded.

Arthur smiled faintly, then without hesitation pulled Edith's body into his arms, his lips pressed against hers, soft but demanding, luring her to open up.

"Mmh... ngh." Edith moaned in between their kisses.

Edith felt the big hands wrap around her waist, pulling her closer until her chest was pressed against Arthur's firm body.

Edith gasped as Arthur began to unbutton his shirt one by one. The open fabric revealed his tanned skin, well-defined abs, and strong-looking biceps.

"What the-" Edith glared, unable to hide her surprise.

Arthur chuckled softly, seeing Edith's expression. Then Arthur took Edith's tiny hand and placed it on his chest.

"Am I still perfect for the character in your book?" he whispered, his voice a hot whisper that tickled Edith's ears. "Don't tense up, sweetheart. Take a good look. Touch me. Remember every detail... for you to portray in your book."

Edith blinked, her chest rising and falling in increasingly heavy breaths. Her fingers moved slowly down Arthur's chest, feeling every curve of muscle that felt so solid. It was thrilling, and Edith enjoyed it.

Arthur growled softly, his head lowered, his lips finding Edith's again and immediately crushing them, deeper this time, bolder. His hand crept to the back of her neck, pulling her closer as if he would die if there was even a centimeter of distance.

"Ar... Arthur, mmh..."

Edith moaned softly between licks, an unfamiliar feeling running through her body. Hot. Intense. She knew this night would be long. And now she was ready to drown in it.

"What do you want, love?"

"You. I want you."

"I'm yours."