Chapter 1 The Secret Lover
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"Kiss me, baby," In the dim, spacious bedroom, a man whispered in a husky, sexy voice in Raina Yeats' ear.
Catching a strong whiff of alcohol on him, Raina frowned. The smell was overwhelming. She bit her rosy lips and pushed against him. "Mon, can we not do this tonight? I'm pre..."
But before she could finish, Craig Jenson kissed her lips forcefully.
A torrent of kisses followed, smothering her in a silent rage.
But she had no idea what she had done to upset him.
Craig's fingers ran through her fairy-like soft pink curls while he forcefully gripped her chin with the other hand. In a cold and commanding tone, he said, "I've told you many times. I hate hearing that name." His breath reeked of alcohol. Raina had to close her eyes.
Raina didn't understand why he despised being called Mon, but she knew that soothing him, who would probably torment her, was her top priority.
Thus, she began to take the initiative.
She was afraid of what might happen if she didn't comply.
She wrapped her arms around Craig's neck and leaned in to kiss him, her doe-like eyes filled with gentleness.
Her voice was soft as she pleaded, "I... My stomach has been acting up these past few days. I'm not feeling well, so could we..." Raina wanted to ask if they could skip it tonight.
But once again, she was interrupted.
Craig's gaze softened slightly as he looked at her. He caressed Raina's thigh, slipping his hand into her underwear, and grasped her behind. Nervously, she pressed her legs together.
"I know what I'm doing. Relax, spread your legs," he said, giving her a light slap on her butt.
She found herself unable to refuse anymore. When he finally entered her, she realized she had once again fallen for Craig's sweet words.
*****
The next morning, Raina was awakened by the dazzling sunlight. Craig was still asleep, his chest pressed against her back, holding her tightly. She instinctively placed a hand on her belly, feeling no discomfort, and breathed a sigh of relief.
She was six weeks pregnant.
The doctor had warned her that because she had taken birth control pills so often, keeping this baby wouldn't be easy. If she miscarried, she might never be able to conceive again.
She had signed a three-year arrangement with Craig.
Three years ago, her grandfather went bankrupt, her mother, Helena Yeats, needed surgery for a serious illness, and her father had cut ties with her. With nowhere else to turn, she had swallowed her pride and begged Craig to pay her for one night.
She seemed only a barely-known, struggling actress. In reality, she was Craig's kept woman, living in his villa like a caged bird.
A caged bird with no name, no title, and no right to bear his children.
So, she had to take birth control pills every time they had s*x.
However, the last time, Raina realized several days too late that the pills had expired, and she hadn't taken any additional precautions that night.
She never expected it would really get her pregnant.
Now, she didn't know what she was supposed to do.
A warm, wet sensation suddenly enveloped her earlobe as she was lost in thought.
Craig was kissing her earlobe.
"Daydreaming already, huh?"
Craig nuzzled her ear, his hoarse, seductive voice teasing her, making her body go weak.
Before she could refuse or resist, his fingers had already slipped under her silk nightgown.
Panic surged through her, and she quickly tried to push him away. "Mon, Mon, I... I need to tell you something important!"
As soon as he heard that name he disliked so much, Craig frowned, grabbed her chin, and kissed her lips. "We can talk later. Let's take care of business first."
Raina sometimes wondered if he was always in heat. Whenever he came home and saw her, he couldn't seem to control himself.
After their intimate moment, the sound of running water echoed from the bathroom.
Raina knelt on the bed, carefully cleaning the sheets.
'I don't know what is going on lately, but Craig always wants more, as if he could never be satisfied.'
A message notification came from Craig's phone on the nightstand.
Raina glanced at it and caught sight of the message: Craig, you chose your fiancée yourself. Now that you're getting married, you should bring her...
The rest of the message was too much to read, but the word fiancée stood out clearly. She saw it.
'Craig is engaged? But he hadn't said anything, not even a single word. What is me to him? A secret lover?'
The sound of water in the bathroom suddenly stopped.
Craig walked out, casually wiping his wet hair with a towel, completely naked and unashamed.
Droplets of water trickled down his chiseled Adam's apple, slid over his chest and abs, and dripped down to his ankles.
His broad shoulders, strong waist, and flawless abdomen were a testament to his perfect physique. Every inch of his skin was perfectly toned.
Despite having seen him countless times, Raina still blushed.
'How could he be so... calm with no clothes on?'
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