A Passion That Defies Fate

"I'm going to propose to Zoey." Zoey overheard Alan announce to his friend. She couldn't help but grin, planning to sneak away and keep the surprise for both of them. But then, one of Alan's friends yelled, "Are you nuts? Marrying a gold-digging stripper? Dude, you might as well marry a blow-up doll!" Zoey halted her steps, her smile vanishing. She knew Alan's friends didn't like her, but she didn't care as long as Alan was smitten with her. She held her breath, waiting for Alan to stand up for her like always, but all she heard was his chuckle. Alan said, "She's useful to me. Chill, buddies, it's just an engagement. She won't live long enough to the wedding day. I won't let it happen." His voice was cold and full of contempt, as if Zoey were not his cherished girlfriend but just a disposable item. "Look, on one side you've got a hot chick who's fun in bed and no one cares even when she's gone, and one the other side you've got a blow-up doll. Zoey is way more handy." This side of Alan was so alien that it terrified Zoey, sending chills down her spine and making her stomach churn. Three months ago, Zoey met Alan at this strip club. They hit it off instantly and ended up hooking up in the club's prop room on that very night. Alan was a seasoned mercenary who had seen real battle. He had a tough exterior but was always gentle with Zoey. He was quiet but far from boring, and incredibly generous. Zoey once believed Alan was the man who loved her most in the world, but tonight's conversation proved he not only didn't love her but also planned to take her life! The conversation in the room continued. Someone asked, "Man, is Zoey wild in bed or what?" Alan replied with a smirk, "She knows how to fuck." The group of men burst into laughter as they caught Alan's reply. Zoey couldn't bear to listen to their insulting comments on her any longer. She decided to run away immediately but collided with a passing waiter. The waiter yelped, and the cocktails on his tray spilled all over Zoey. The glasses shattered on the floor with a loud crash. The room then went silent, and Zoey had a bad feeling. She pushed the waiter aside and tried to flee, but a strong arm grabbed her from behind! Alan held Zoey close, his blue eyes staring into hers as he asked softly, "Why are you shaking, little kitten?" Every hair on Zoey's body stood on end. The embrace that once made her feel safe and warm now made her feel sick. Zoey knew she couldn't let Alan find out she had discovered his lie, or she'd be done for! She had to play her role as the dumb, gold-digging bimbo perfectly. Swiftly, she turned in Alan's arms, locked eyes with him, and pretended to be upset. She pouted and complained, "Honey, this i***t ruined my dress! It's Dior's latest collection, and I bought it to match the diamond necklace you gave me. Now, it's all ruined!" Alan's eyes flickered with a knowing smirk, thinking this was just another one of Zoey's tricks to squeeze money out of him. He kissed her cheek and gently coaxed, "It's alright, baby. I'll buy you a new one and throw in a diamond bracelet too, okay?" "Honey, I know you are the best!" Zoey suppressed her disgust and gave Alan a sweet kiss. Alan smiled with satisfaction. After a brief goodbye to his friends, he drove Zoey back to their shared apartment. As soon as they got in, Alan pinned Zoey against the wall and kissed her deeply, his hands roaming under her dress. Zoey instinctively pushed him away. Alan paused, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Are you rejecting me?" Oops! Zoey had always been very compliant in s*x, and her resistance just now made Alan suspicious. Zoey then seductively ran her hand along Alan's neck and said in a coquettish voice, "I'm all covered in the smell of cocktail, and I'm afraid you won't like it." Alan swallowed while staring at her and let out a low laugh. "I'm intoxicated with it." But Zoey was not in the mood for s*x tonight. The truth she had overheard was still pounding in her head, making her want to slap Alan across his face... Suddenly, she got an idea. After sharing a passionate kiss with Alan, Zoey whispered in his ear, "Honey, wanna try something new?" "What do you have in mind, little kitten?" With a mysterious smile, Zoey reached for Alan's belt. Alan breathed heavily, thinking Zoey was about to please him. To his surprise, she whipped the belt out and snapped it against his thigh. A loud bang echoed in the room. Alan inhaled sharply and grabbed Zoey's wrist tightly, his expression turning dark and menacing. "What do you think you were doing?" Zoey didn't flinch. Instead, a seductive smile flickered across her face. She lifted her leg to rub against Alan's thigh and asked, "Don't you like it?" The sensation of her smooth skin rubbing against his rough pants sent a shiver of pleasure from Alan's tailbone to his head. Alan's breathing grew heavy, and he was now like a wolf in heat. He squinted at Zoey with dangerous eyes and then slowly released her wrist. Zoey beamed and snapped the belt against Alan's thigh again, even harder this time! 'Bastard! How does it feel to be whipped by your doll? You liar! You damn motherfucker!' She was fuming inside. After a few hits, Alan seemed to reach a high. He roughly grabbed the belt from Zoey, tore off her clothes, and pinned her against the wall, ready to take her hard... Just then, Alan's phone rang, his work ringtone. He cursed loudly, veins bulging on his forehead. After waiting for about ten seconds, he let go of Zoey and answered the call. Zoey breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly fled to the bathroom, locked the door, and prayed the call would take Alan out of the apartment. She hadn't expected her whips to turn Alan on that much! Alan was always rough and domineering in bed, lasting longer than Zoey could handle. Today's extra stimulation made her worry she wouldn't be able to survive tonight in bed. Her prayers must have worked, and Alan said he had to go out for work. "You really have to leave now?" Zoey, wrapped in a bathrobe, stood at the door with feigned reluctance. Alan kissed her tenderly and comforted her. "I'll be back soon. Just go to sleep, sweetheart. Don't wait for me." They then kissed goodbye like any other couple interrupted in the middle of passion. As soon as the door closed, Zoey's smile vanished. She wiped her mouth in disgust and ran to the bedroom. She found her special spy communicator hidden in her jewelry box and activated it to report to her partner, "The situation has changed. The target is now hunting me."