The Twin Governor's Pregnant Maid

"Look at you, all dolled up for your prince charming!" My best friend, Lena, walked over, holding a black lace-wrapped bag in her hands. "Take this. You'll know how to use it. Trust me, men love this kind of thing." When I arrived at the address Marcus had given me, the place was eerily quiet—not what I expected from a bar. The bartender led me into a private lounge. Curious, I opened the bag Lena had given me. My heart pounded when I saw what was inside—a set of black lace lingerie. I had never been into this kind of thing before. Even though Marcus had mentioned he liked it, I'd always been reluctant. But we were about to graduate high school, and soon enough, I'd become his wife. He'd been away for two weeks on a business trip for the mines, and this was his first night back. I wanted to surprise him. I stepped into the bathroom and changed into the lingerie. The room was filled with a warm, intoxicating scent, making me feel drowsy. At some point, I must've dozed off. Then suddenly, I felt warmth—a firm, heated body pressing against mine. A deep, husky voice spoke close to my ear, dripping with a dangerous allure. "I originally came here to refuse this deal... but now, I've changed my mind." His voice was undeniably seductive, but something was off. This wasn't Marcus. "Who are you?" I gasped, panic surging through me. "Why are you here?" The man suddenly stilled. "Aren't you Marcus'... 'gift' to me? I paid a hefty price for you." "Gift?!" My blood ran cold. "What are you talking about?" Thank God! At least he stopped. Maybe he wasn't as bad as I thought. I felt him pull a blanket over me before his hands gently removed the blindfold from my eyes. And then, for the first time, I saw him. I sucked in a breath. This man was unreal. Golden-blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and a physique that belonged in a high-end men's magazine. His chest was broad, abs sculpted, muscles tight and defined. I swallowed hard. He looked way better than Marcus. "I-I think there's been some mistake..." I stammered. His expression darkened, his brows knitting together. "Oh, no. The only one mistaken here is you. Your man sold you to me. That black lingerie you're wearing, the blindfold—it's all tailored to his preferences. My assistant made sure of that. So, tell me, what part of this is a mistake?" A cold chill crept up my spine. Lena's excited expression when she handed me that bag flashed in my mind. Something about this felt very wrong. Before I could piece it together, the man suddenly yanked me into his arms. "What do you expect from a man who sold you?" His voice was a devil's whisper against my ear. "Tell me, am I not better than him?" Heat coursed through my body as his lips grazed my neck, trailing lower. A shiver ran down my spine. Something deep inside me stirred—an unfamiliar, electric sensation I couldn't ignore. My body betrayed me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. His breath hitched. Then he groaned. "Damn it. You little temptress." I barely had time to react before I felt something hard press against me. Oh, God. The size alone made my eyes widen in shock. "Oh, no! Wait! Wait a second—" Before I could finish, his lips crashed against mine in a bruising, possessive kiss, stealing every last breath from my lungs. I had no idea how long we kissed, but when he finally pulled away, his voice was thick with frustration. "Sorry, sweetheart... I can't wait any longer." Shit. A sharp, searing pain tore through me. I had never taken anything this big before. It felt like I was being split in two. But before I could even process the agony, something else took over—pleasure, raw and overwhelming, drowning out all reason. I didn't know what I was doing anymore. My hands clung to him, my lips pressing blindly against his jaw, his throat. My movements seemed to push him over the edge. With a low growl, he drove into me with unrelenting force. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me clinging to him for dear life. That entire night, I felt like a tiny boat lost in a raging storm, tossed around by the wild ocean that was him. The war between my mind and my body raged on. But in the end, my body won. He had an undeniable hold over me—his every touch, every thrust sent me spiraling into ecstasy, until all I could do was surrender. Eventually, exhaustion claimed me, and I drifted into unconsciousness. In my hazy sleep, I thought I heard his voice murmuring close to my ear. "Oh, little temptress... wait for me." "Wait for him? What the hell did that mean? By the time I woke up the next morning, he was gone." I didn't dare linger. Throwing my clothes back on, I bolted out of the bar as fast as I could. As for what he meant by "wait for me'... I wasn't about to stick around and find out. Right now, there was only one thing on my mind—I needed to find Marcus and demand the truth.