Four Men Crave My Love

Chapter 3 A Reunion

It was not the best time to meet Sarah.

I pretended not to see her, turned my head, and walked toward the back garden, hiding behind a pillar in the shadows.

When I saw Sarah emerging from inside, my body trembled uncontrollably.

She was less than a yard away. I could easily choke her neck and throw her into the water!

But I had sworn by my parents' graves to ruin her reputation, make her despised and abandoned, and send her to hell. I would never let her die so easily.

However, my hatred took over. Before I knew it, I had lunged forward and grabbed Sarah by her hair.

"Ah!" Sarah cried out in pain. "Guards!"

I hadn't been cautious enough and realized too late that a bodyguard was pointing a gun at me.

"Let go of Ms. Davis, or we'll shoot!" the bodyguard shouted.

"Jolene, I can't believe you're still alive!" Sarah saw through my disguise and yelled angrily.

"I don't know you. Why are you following me?" I responded coldly.

"Even if you turn to ashes, I can still smell your pathetic stench! Don't hesitate, shoot!" Sarah yelled at the bodyguard.

The moment the bodyguard pulled the trigger, I smashed Sarah's head against a nearby stone and narrowly dodged the bullet, which grazed my thigh.

"Ms. Davis!" the guard shouted in a panic.

I released Sarah and limped into the bushes.

The bodyguard had no time to worry about me and hurried to help the wounded Sarah.

With each step, my wound bled more.

I hurried through the side door into the elevator, reached the eighth floor, and opened my office door.

The pain in my body reminded me of the bone fracture three years ago. I felt chills all over, and the sadness in my heart outweighed the physical pain.

I quickly took off my evening gown, leaving only a white camisole and shorts, and went to the bathroom to clean my wound before tearing off the bedsheet to bandage it.

A faint scent of alcohol reached my senses, and I turned my head sharply.

Under the dim lighting, a young man in a blue suit walked slowly toward me.

"Well?" His eyes were glazed, and he staggered to the bedside, tilting my chin up. "Who sent you?"

I knew him instantly.

Hall Miller, the CEO of Quekory Group and heir to the Miller Family, was Sarah's childhood friend and had long harbored feelings for her.

Unfortunately, in Sarah's eyes, he was an immature playboy from a wealthy family.

But I knew that this man, deemed unremarkable by Sarah, would be one of the most important elements in my revenge.

He chuckled and threw me onto the bed. "Oh? I didn't invite you here."

"Drinking so much before a business meeting is unprofessional. At least as a partner, I'd think you're not serious." I calmly pushed against his chest, hoping he would calm down and stop making inappropriate advances while drunk.

"Is this a new way to flirt?" he smirked, leaning in as if to kiss me, only for me to pull back quickly.

He immediately changed his approach, gently kissing my neck and letting his hand wander from my waist to the side of my thigh.

I swiftly grabbed his wrist to prevent him from touching my wound.

"Hall, I'm the head of the Brightline Group. Tonight, we're here to discuss a partnership, not a one-night stand." I tried to bring back his sanity.

He paused, studying my expression, and smiled happily. "I didn't expect the head of Brightline Group to be so young. I thought it would be some old-fashioned lady. Looks like I hit the jackpot."

Before he could finish, he roughly tore off my camisole. The strong scent of his pheromones enveloped me. Looking at his handsome face and strong physique, I didn't mind the idea of a one-night stand.

"You're wearing so little and waiting for me here just to sleep with me? How much are you trying to get a discount for your team?"

Hall's words snapped me completely. I kicked him squarely in the abdomen and quickly wrapped the camisole around my chest.

He was caught off guard, dropping to the floor in disbelief as he stared at me.

"Mr. Miller, it was your company that valued my team's strength and hired us, not us scrambling to partner with you," I said, barefoot, pressing down on his abdomen and feeling his chiseled abs beneath my feet.

This was probably the first time Hall had been treated like this by a woman. He was astonished.

"Seems like others' perception of you isn't entirely accurate." Hall sat up, holding my ankle, and looked at me with interest. "You're not exactly the empty-headed pretty face they describe."

"It appears, Mr. Miller, that you didn't inherit your father's investment acumen. Judging a partner's character based on hearsay," I said as my foot slid down, pressing against his erection. "Is that how you can still get turned on?"

"Of course. If I didn't, I wouldn't be a man." Hall grabbed my ankle and suddenly stood up, sending me sprawling back onto the bed.

His powerful legs clamped around my waist as he quickly undressed his suit, revealing his well-defined chest and chest hair. "Want to give it a try?"

He effortlessly pulled out his belt, squinting his eyes as he rubbed himself through his pants with an arrogant posture. "There are plenty of women who want to sleep with me, but I don't sleep with just anyone."

I hadn't had s*x for over six months. Hearing his suppressed, deep breaths and seeing the desire in his eyes made my underwear slightly damp.

I grabbed his shirt, forcing him to look down. "Not everyone's fit for me either. Show me what you've got."

'Besides, I also want to know what Sarah's expression will be when she finds out I slept with her loyal suitor.'

*****

In the early hours, I came out of the bathroom, my thigh throbbing where the water had irritated the cut.

Hall was still sleeping on the bed, looking satisfied.

I grabbed my phone and headed to the living room.

Then, I received a new message: I have already handled it. Don't be so impulsive next time.

I breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door, and grabbed some clean clothes to change into.

Hall's phone rang, and a soft pop song filled the room. The singing voice sounded familiar.

As I cleaned up the bloodstained cloth, I listened to Hall answering the call.

"Sarah? Why are you calling me at this hour? What? Someone attacked you? Don't worry! I'll find the one responsible and tear her apart."