THE NIGHT THAT CHANGED OUR FATE

Episode 2

CHAPTER 2

Harrison POV

I memorized the poem I was going to say to my lover, Seraphina. We have been together for 10 years. I am Harrison Lockwood, the CEO of Crestwood Company. I would propose to Seraphina—the woman who owned my heart.

An heiress. Beautiful. Charming.

I called Silvia my cook.

“I am not entertaining any visitors today.”

She nodded and darted towards the door.

Walking majestically out of my mansion, my shoes clicked against the slippery marble floor. My fingers clenched around the plush-lined case hidden in my coat pocket. Inside was a ring worth £50,000. All for Seraphina.

I ordered my driver to take me to Seraphina’s mansion. He drove cautiously, mindful of the wet, slippery road.

I remained in the backseat rehearsing the poem and proposal yet again.

Silence settled between us as the car slid along the slick road as he took the final turn towards Seraphina mansion.

The mansion stood uncannily quiet. The scenery was dazzling. She had embellished the lawns with flowers—her preferred white lilies and velvet roses.

As I made my way to the entrance, I adjusted my coat and let out a soft sigh.

I pushed open the front door, it was already unlocked.

I made my way to the staircase, music wafted faintly from upstairs.

As I approached her room, I heard laughter—a man's laughter and—quivers gripped me.

I felt compelled to turn back, but an odd rush of resolve propelled me forward. I didn't knock. I grasped the door knob and swung the door wide, and I was momentarily speechless.

Seraphina stretched across the bed, bare skin against silk sheets, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Above her was Ryan—my best friend.

Ryan froze, and clambered off the bed. Seraphina screamed at the top of her voice.

“How long?” I asked, my face pale, as I stared at him with disgust before turning to Seraphina.

“Daughter of Eve,” I bellowed, “after all the love I gave you, my devotion, how I cherished you, the empire I helped you build—you betray me?”

“Did I ask for it?” Seraphina said, her words sharp, without hesitation.

My eyes bulged, my jaw dropped and I shifted back.

“Get out of my house, Ryan!” I shouted, my voice trembling with rage.

“He's going nowhere,” Seraphina snapped. “This is my house." Everything you have is because of me.”

Her words struck like a death sentence, my world seemed to crumble.

I turned sharply to Seraphina, pain bleeding into my voice.

“You are dead to me.”

I pulled out the plush lined case and flipped it open, the diamond caught the light, pristine and perfect.

“I was going to kneel,” I said quietly. “I came to give you my name, I was going to give you everything.

I paused then continued bitterly,

“Enjoy what you chose, if that's what you wanted.”

I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me. Part of me still wanted her, but I crushed it.

I stepped outside, forcing myself to remain calm, though my heart lay in ruins, and I slid into the back seat of the car.

“Take me to Moon Tavern,” I ordered.

He hit the throttle in silence.

Moon Tavern was buzzing before we even stopped. Music throbbed through the air, rowdy laughter and drunken shouts pouring through the streets.

As I stepped out, I waved him off.

“You can go,” I ordered.

“He nodded quickly, slammed his foot on the throttle, and sped away.

As soon as I walked in, noise swallowed me. The air reeked of alcohol, sweat and smoke, as coloured lights swept across the room.

I headed towards the bar and leaned against the counter.

“Whiskey.”

The bartender fixed his gaze at me.

“Any preference?”

“The strongest you've got,” I replied calmly.

I settled into a corner, the music playing loudly as I waited for my whiskey.

“Sir…here's your whiskey,” a gentle voice brought me back to reality.

I looked up. A lady stood facing me, she was elegant, no makeup, yet she was stunning and naturally beautiful.

“Can I get you something else, sir?” she asked, a soft smile touching her lips.

“I'm fine for now,” I said firmly.

She nodded and walked away with composure. Even from behind, she carried herself like a queen.

I took a long sip of whiskey, feeling the liquor scotch my throat.

“My name is Ava.”

I looked up, the lady smiled politely. She was the same lady who had served me drinks earlier.

“Sir, you've had quite a lot of whiskey.”

“Is there any room available?” I asked calmly?

“No, sir. Only the VIP room is available and it requires prior booking.

I gave her a cold stare.

“Get me the VIP room”

“Sir..”

“How much?” I growled

“Five hundred dollars," she replied quickly.

I reached into my coat, pulled out a thousand dollars and placed it in her palm.

“I want it ready.”

She nodded and left without another word.

Fifteen minutes later, she returned.

“Your room is ready sir.”

She guided me up the staircase, the VIP room was elegant—dim amber lights, rich curtains, and soft sheets.

She adjusted the sheets and turned to leave, and I stepped into her path.

“Please sir,” she said quietly. “I have to leave now.”

“Don't leave”

“You're drunk,” she whispered. I'll call the police.”

A thin smile crossed my lips.

“I can give you a better life.”

“I'll pay every bill. Give you luxury, comfort and everything you need.”

There was silence between us.

I pulled out a thick bundle of cash and held it out.

“I can't,” she said, her voice trembling.

I brought out another bundle. Then another.

Her shoulders slumped and she quickly accepted the cash.

“What's your name sir?” she asked.

“You don't need it.”

I shut the door behind us.

I pulled her into my arms, kissing her slowly. She responded almost instantly, lips warm against mine, her body relaxing.

I kissed her neck, then brushed my lips over the curve of her breast through the fabric, tender and unhurried, before returning to her throat.

Her hands slid down and unbuckled my belt.

I lifted her easily and laid her back on the bed.

She leaned in, pressing her boobs against my chest.

"f**k me," she whispered in my ear while sucking it, and she grabbed my c**k.

I immediately had goosebumps.

She put my c**k in her sultry mouth and started sucking it gently. She continued to glide her tongue around my d**k, licking all over it.

It felt so good. My c**k was so hard.

I pushed her and lifted her up, raised her skirt, and used my hand to feel her c******s. She moaned on top of her voice while biting my neck.

“Uhh, f**k,” she moaned, telling me to run her c******s harder, and used her hand to guide my head towards her boobs, which I sucked mercilessly.

I put my c**k in her p***y and it slipped. She held my c**k and put it again in her slimy p***y.

I moaned badly and started f*****g her badly.

She moaned, “f**k, yes, ouch. Hit it harder, daddy.”

I quickened my pace and started thrusting harder as she moaned, “You’re so f*****g good, I want more of it.”

“I want to c*m,” I groaned.

She didn’t let me go as she griped me tightly with her legs and said, “You can c*m inside me, daddy,” and I released inside her.

After all, I didn’t care.

“I want to taste your c*m,” she said softly.

I pulled out of her and poured the remaining c*m on her face, and she used her lips to lick it, enjoying it.

I let out growls of frustration as I became weak and fell on the bed.

I woke up with a slight headache. The woman from the night before was gone—no note, no trace, just her name.

I showered quickly and checked out, my head still spinning from alcohol.

The morning sun hit me harshly as I stepped outside. I boarded a cab.

“Sir, we’ve arrived,” a gruff voice jolted me to reality.

“How much?” I asked.

“Fifty dollars.”

I reached into my coat and froze. My pocket was empty. The plush-lined case with the ring inside was gone.

“I’ve been robbed,” I stammered, fear lacing my voice.

I searched again and found a hundred dollars tucked into my shirt pocket. Puzzled, I handed him fifty. He drove off without another word.

Only then did it dawn on me that the woman had stolen my money—but spared just enough to get me home.

I ordered my servants to find her, describing her in detail.

Later, as I lay on my bed, my phone rang. My mother’s voice was somber, weighed down by words neither of us wanted to hear.

“Harrison… It's the same result. You cannot father a child.”