On Ethan’s birthday night, I was lured into his bed with a glass of wine. After a wild night, I thought we could finally go public with our relationship. But then I overheard his friend apologizing. “Ethan, I’m sorry, but I have to tell the truth. The drug in Mia’s drink last night, it wasn’t me who put it there.” “I know,” Ethan replied lazily, completely unconcerned. “Aren’t I pursuing Zoe? That little brat actually said my skills in bed were terrible.” “Oh, so you used Mia for practice,” his friend teased. “How was it? Who’s better, Mia or Zoe?” Ethan seemed to reminisce, narrowing his eyes as he thought for a moment. “I still prefer them younger.” I stood outside the room, unable to hold back any longer. I pushed open the door and slapped Ethan hard across the face. He didn’t dodge, leaning casually on the sofa. He touched his cheek with his tongue, smiling faintly. “Heard it all? Good, saves me from wasting more time.” I stared at him intently, my whole body shaking uncontrollably. “Mia, all these years, I really tried, but I realized we’re truly better off as siblings.” “Drugging your ‘sister’ and tricking her into bed,” I laughed coldly, using all my strength not to let tears fall. “Ethan, is this how you treat a sister?” Ethan raised an eyebrow carelessly: “How would I know we’re not compatible if we didn’t sleep together?” “Don’t worry, as long as I’m around as your brother, no one will dare bully you.” “No need,” I forcefully suppressed all my anger and pain, slowly unclenching my fists, trying to smile naturally. “Don’t let your dear Zoe misunderstand.” With that, I turned and left, struggling to maintain my last shred of dignity.
Back home, I soaked in the bathtub for over two hours, until my skin was slightly swollen before I got out. When I went to the walk-in closet to change, seeing half the closet filled with clothes, bags, and jewelry Ethan had given me, I called the owner of a luxury consignment store without hesitation. Ethan and I had practically grown up together. Over the years, he would give me gifts for my birthday and various holidays, big and small, each one expensive. Mrs. Parker had even mentioned wanting me as a daughter-in-law years ago. Because of this, I had devoted all my attention to Ethan for so many years. I thought he must have liked me too. But in the end, I was just deluding myself. From jewelry worth hundreds of thousands to millions of dollars, down to the lingerie Ethan had given me last Valentine’s Day. Anything that could be resold, I had the consignment store owner pack up and take away. What couldn’t be resold, I threw away as trash. After doing all this, I booked a flight for a business trip that evening. As I finished packing and was about to leave, I saw Zoe’s announcement on social media. Two intertwined hands, with a pair of simple band rings that were all too familiar. Those rings – I had helped Ethan pick them out. At the time, I was overjoyed, thinking Ethan was going to propose to me and give them to me. Now it just seemed laughable! Looking at the constant stream of congratulatory messages mentioning @Ethan and @Zoe, calling Zoe “sister-in-law” over and over. I’d be lying if I said my heart didn’t ache. After all, for so many years, I had been eagerly waiting for Ethan to propose to me, to marry him and become his wife. Suddenly, Zoe tagged me: “@Mia Johnson, Mia, are you free tonight? Want to come hang out?” The group chat suddenly went quiet. After a long while, Ethan chimed in, tagging me: “If you truly wish us well, then come. Otherwise, don’t bother showing up and upsetting Zoe.” “Ethan, how can you say that about Mia? She’s not that kind of person,” Zoe protested. “Babe, she’s not as open-minded and reasonable as you. She’s quite petty!” Ethan replied. Watching Ethan and Zoe flirt shamelessly in the group chat, I smiled. Forcing back the tears welling up in my eyes, I left the group chat and blocked both Ethan and Zoe on all platforms.
I’m a wedding planner, fairly well-known in the industry. This time, my business trip was to Newport, Rhode Island, one of the wealthiest areas in the country. The bride was my college classmate, and like the groom, came from an extremely wealthy Newport family. The bride and groom personally came to pick me up at the airport. The next two weeks were a whirlwind of busy work. I was so exhausted that I would fall asleep as soon as I got back to the hotel each night. On the wedding day, all the big shots from the East Coast gathered at the venue. I was responsible for on-site execution and supervision, ensuring everything went according to plan, running around like crazy. At one point, I accidentally stepped on someone’s foot and nearly fell. Luckily, the person caught me in time. “I’m so sorry, are you okay?” I quickly apologized. “I think ‘thank you’ would be more appropriate,” a low, magnetic male voice sounded above my head. I looked up to see a mature, handsome face suddenly filling my vision. The man smiled at me, his eyes deep and sparkling like stars. The scene felt oddly familiar. “Mia, the bride is ready to enter,” my assistant suddenly reminded me. “Okay,” I responded, then said another quick “thank you” to the man before hurrying off.
After the wedding, I slept for a day and a night straight. In the evening, my classmate came knocking, inviting me to join her, her husband, and some friends for a party. I got dressed up and went out. “Do you know Jack Collins?” my classmate asked. I shook my head. She looked surprised. “The heir to the biggest family business conglomerate in New England? You don’t know him?” I was also surprised: “I really don’t.” “But he says he knows you!” “He’s my husband’s friend. Like my husband, he basically grew up abroad and just recently came back to take over the family business.” I was even more surprised: “Did he say how he knows me?” My classmate shook her head. At the venue, after introductions from my classmate and her husband, I finally realized who Jack Collins was. He was the man whose foot I had stepped on at the wedding, the one who told me to say thank you. “Mr. Collins, it’s an honor to meet you!” I said politely. “How can it be an honor when you don’t even know me?” he replied. “…” I imperceptibly raised an eyebrow, then tactfully turned away with my drink. Afterwards, I constantly felt two burning gazes fixed on me, unwilling to move away. My classmate finished socializing and came over to tease me: “I bet Jack Collins has taken a liking to you.” Hearing this, I casually glanced over at Jack Collins. To my surprise, he happened to be looking my way too. Our eyes met, and I suddenly felt my breath catch, an inexplicable sense of embarrassment washing over me. I forced myself to control my emotions, raising my glass in a distant toast to Jack Collins. But he ignored me, turning his head away. I: “…” How ungentlemanly. I drank quite a bit that night, almost to the point of drunkenness. When Jack Collins was about to leave, my classmate stopped him, supporting my unsteady steps as she brought me in front of him. “Mr. Collins, we can’t get a car home. Would you mind giving Mia a ride?” she asked. I mumbled “No need.” My classmate quickly said “Yes, please,” then smiled at Jack Collins and added, “I’d feel uneasy letting anyone else take such a beautiful girl home.” Jack Collins’ face was expressionless as he looked me over coolly, then said in a deep voice, “Alright, help Miss Johnson into my car then.”
The road from the party venue to the hotel wasn’t great, with quite a few bumps. My stomach was already feeling awful, and after all the jostling, I felt like I was going to be sick. “Stop the car,” Jack Collins suddenly ordered. Hearing this, the driver immediately pulled over to the side of the road. The car hadn’t even come to a complete stop when I turned to push open the door. But before I could open it, Jack Collins yanked me back. “Urgh—” Caught off guard, I fell into Jack Collins’ arms and immediately threw up. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. I vomited all over Jack Collins’ chest. The confined space of the car was instantly filled with an acrid smell. Jack Collins’ long eyebrows furrowed slightly as he looked down at me with dark eyes, ordering in a low voice, “Keep driving.” “Yes, sir,” the driver responded, holding his breath as he pulled back onto the road. After I finished throwing up, I was so embarrassed I wanted to disappear on the spot. Thank goodness the car lights weren’t on. I snuck a glance up at Jack Collins. He had his eyes closed, leaning back against the seat, completely motionless as if asleep. The streetlights flickered through the windows, dancing across his chiseled, handsome face. He had a high, straight nose and thin, sexy lips. His eyebrows were long and sharp like swords, his eyelashes thick and dark like brushes. Few men had eyelashes as lush as his. Staring at the face before me, I felt like I had seen it somewhere before. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Collins! Why don’t you drop me off here and head home? I’ll transfer you money for cleaning the car and your clothes.” “What, you make a mess of me and don’t plan to take responsibility?” Jack Collins spoke, his voice low and unreadable. I: “…”
When Jack Collins stood at the door of my hotel room, I still couldn’t believe he had demanded to come up to shower. My hand shook slightly as I took out the keycard to open the door. While I was still hesitating whether to let Jack Collins in, his large hand reached out and grasped mine. The next second, there was a “beep” and the door opened. I was still in a daze when Jack Collins pushed past me into the room, heading straight for the bathroom. Hearing the bathroom door slam shut, I finally let out a sigh of relief. The sound of running water soon came from the shower. I took the opportunity to quickly change my clothes. I had just finished undressing when Jack Collins called out from the bathroom. “Where are the towels?” Huh?! I looked around. Both towels were lying on the nearby sofa, used earlier before I went out. It was already past midnight, obviously too late to call room service to bring up more. “They’re out here, I’ll bring them to you,” I called back. I hurriedly grabbed the towels to take to the bathroom, then realized I wasn’t wearing anything myself. Not wanting to keep Jack Collins waiting, I quickly threw on a loose maxi dress, then went to knock on the bathroom door. “I’ve hung the towel on the doorknob, you can—” get it yourself. “Click!” “Ah!” Before I could finish speaking, the bathroom door suddenly opened from the inside. Then a muscular arm reached out, precisely grabbing my hand holding the towel, and yanked me into the bathroom. I was pushed up against the bathroom door. The man’s body was dripping wet, but burning hot. I only dared to take one glance before my cheeks felt like they were on fire. “Empty handed on purpose?” Jack Collins asked, one hand gripping my waist, the other lifting the hem of my dress. His voice was dark and sexy enough to drive anyone crazy. I didn’t know where to look, so I closed my eyes and turned my head away, my voice shaking as I answered, “Mr. Collins, you misunderstand, I—” “Mmph!” Before I could explain, Jack Collins sealed my lips with his own.
My mind went completely blank, unable to process what was happening. Before I could fully react, Jack Collins’ lips and tongue had already begun moving lower. I opened my eyes, looking down at the man buried in my chest, and tried to push him away with all my strength. “Jack… Mr. Collins…” My voice shook even more than before: “If you touch me, you have to take responsibility.” Hearing this, Jack Collins stopped all movement and looked up at me. Our eyes met, and in the flickering fire of his gaze, I seemed to see his determination. The next second, the loose dress slipped off my body to pool at my feet as he buried his head even deeper. My body began to tremble uncontrollably. I grabbed his short black hair with one hand, trying to push him away with the other. My voice sounded like I was crying and laughing at the same time as I kept calling his name, saying “No.” But Jack Collins was relentless. Just when I thought my legs would give out, he finally supported me and lifted his head. In the bright light, the moisture glistening on his lips looked dazzling and incredibly alluring. “Did that feel good?” he asked. He stood up, pressing tightly against me as he leaned down to kiss me again. My whole body had gone soft, my breathing completely erratic. Thinking of what his mouth had just done, I instinctively turned my head away. But he just laughed: “Disgusted by your own taste?” I ignored him. He forcefully turned my face back and pried open my lips. “You’ve had your pleasure, now it’s my turn!” Somehow we had moved from the bathroom to the bed. The phone I had tossed on the bed suddenly started ringing incessantly, but we were too caught up in each other to pay any attention. Until the call was accidentally answered and put on speakerphone. “Mia Johnson, how dare you block me!” an angry voice demanded. That all too familiar voice made my whole body instantly freeze up. “Ouch~” “Mia, baby, relax!” Jack Collins caressed my face, but increased his intensity. Suddenly turning somewhat fierce. I couldn’t hold back the sounds escaping my throat. “Mia Johnson, what are you doing? Are you actually in bed with another man—” Just as Ethan’s shout was about to finish, Jack Collins, without stopping his movements, reached out to grab the phone. With a low, mocking laugh, he cut Ethan off. “Parker, how old are you? If you want milk, go find your mom. Stop harassing my girlfriend, she’s really busy right now.”
Ethan listened to the dial tone coming from the phone, taking it away from his ear to see the screen had gone black. He suddenly exploded in rage, hurling his friend’s phone across the room. With a loud crash, the phone screen instantly shattered into a spiderweb pattern. Everyone in the private room looked at each other in shock, not daring to make a sound. Zoe carefully moved closer, placing her hand on Ethan’s leg. “Ethan—” “Get lost!” Ethan roared. “Ah!” Zoe cried out as Ethan flung her away, sending her tumbling off the sofa. “Ethan… what happened?” one of his friends ventured to ask. Ethan swept his murderous gaze over them, gritting out, “Where did Mia Johnson go? Does anyone know?” “I think Newport, Rhode Island.” “That super high-profile wedding for the Newport heir that’s been all over social media lately – I think Mia Johnson planned it.” “Ethan, how come you weren’t invited to the Newport heir’s wedding?” Ethan ground his back teeth, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the room one by one. The next second, he abruptly stood up and strode towards the door. “Ethan, where are you going?” Zoe quickly scrambled after him, grabbing his arm. Ethan looked down, seeing the ring Mia had picked out still on Zoe’s right ring finger. He roughly grabbed her hand and forcefully yanked the ring off. No matter how Zoe cried and struggled, it was useless. “Our relationship ends here. Don’t ever show your face in front of me again, and don’t you dare try to mess with Mia, or you know what will happen,” Ethan snarled. With that, he shoved Zoe away again and stormed out.
When I woke up, it was already late morning. The sound of running water came from the bathroom. I got out of bed, wincing at the soreness. I opened the curtains to bright sunlight streaming in. I sat down at the desk, lit a cigarette, then took out my checkbook. As Jack Collins came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, I was carefully filling out a check. For $100,000. He walked over just as I finished writing it. I tore out the check and held it out to him. Jack Collins glanced at the check with lowered eyes, the corner of his mouth curling in an ambiguous smile. “Is this to buy me for one time, or for the whole night?” I shook my head, not quite daring to look at him. Before he pulled me into the bathroom last night, I hadn’t thought his physique or stamina was anything special. He was tall, but looked a bit thin. But after last night, I realized how terribly wrong I’d been. The clearly defined six-pack abs and V-line in front of me now were a strong assault on my visual senses. And the lingering ache between my legs was an even clearer testament to his impressive stamina. Apart from finishing quickly the first time due to pent-up desire, every time after that had me begging for mercy. “This is for cleaning the car and your clothes,” I said with a light laugh, mustering up the courage to look at him. “As for you, I can’t afford to buy you.” Jack Collins’ dark eyes gazed at me without any emotion. He didn’t take the check from my hand, but instead plucked the cigarette from my mouth and took a long drag. “Too light. Don’t smoke these anymore.” After one puff, he stubbed out the cigarette in the water glass on the desk, then came around to stand in front of me. He bent down slightly and lifted me onto the desk, then pulled my legs to wrap around his narrow waist. As he leaned in, I placed my hands on his chest to stop him. “Jack, shouldn’t you be leaving?” Jack Collins ignored my protests, removing my hands and cupping the back of my head. Completely changing the subject, he asked, “Why do you smoke? Too much stress, or feeling down?” I looked at him, opening and closing my mouth, suddenly at a loss for words. “Whether it’s stress or feeling down, I can help you deal with it from now on.” With that, he leaned in to kiss me. I turned my head away. “We’re both adults, it was just a fling. Don’t tell me Mr. Collins has gotten addicted?” Jack Collins pressed his forehead against mine. “What, didn’t I satisfy you last night? Left you unsatisfied?” I laughed helplessly: “Jack, don’t you understand? I don’t like the feeling of sex without love.” “Who says I don’t love you?” “Knock knock—” “Knock knock—” Just as Jack Collins finished speaking and I thought I must have heard wrong, staring at him in shock with wide eyes, loud banging came from the door.
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