Forbidden Embrace

A pawn in your twisted game!

Daphne wrapped herself in a soft towel, savouring the lingering warmth of the night. The memory of their passionate encounter was a bittersweet symphony in her mind.

As the world outside began to stir, she found a strange sense of peace, knowing this night would forever be etched in her heart.

THE NEXT MORNING:

Rybak was the first to awaken, his mind hazy with fragments of the previous night. A wave of discomfort washed over him as he tried to piece together the events. His gaze landed on Rafael, who slept soundly, and a pang of jealousy pierced through his confusion.

Rafael stirred, a smile creeping across his face as he recalled their intimate encounter. But when his eyes fell on Daphne, his expression softened.

The memory of their shared experience was a treasure he wasn't ready to relinquish.

Rybak's voice cut through the peaceful morning. "What the hell happened last night?" he demanded, his tone laced with anger and confusion.

Daphne, startled, turned to face him. "Good morning, lovebirds," she replied, a hint of mischief in her voice.

"We had a wonderful time, didn't we?"

Rafael tried to intervene, but Rybak silenced him with a glare. "Daphne, what the hell did you do to us?" he demanded, his voice rising.

"I don't remember a thing."

Daphne's smile faded. "It was a special night, Rybak," she said softly.

"Something we'll never forget with red wine, little bit of powder and endless passionate turns of sex, uff! So hot both of you!!”

Rybak's face contorted into a mask of fury. "You drugged us bish!" he accused, pointing a finger at Daphne.

"You violated us both!"

Daphne: “Wha-  what are you saying Ray?”

Rafael tried to calm him, but Rybak was beyond reason. "I'm going to sue you, Daphne," he vowed.

"You'll pay for what you did."

Daphne, once a beacon of hope and integrity, found herself engulfed in a maelstrom of deceit and heartbreak.

The idyllic image she had painstakingly crafted shattered into a million pieces, leaving her reeling from the betrayal she had just witnessed that they have no memories of having sex with each other and she is now an image of predator who attacked them cruelly. 

Raphael, the man she had once admired as a cute top in her story, had revealed his true colours, his actions a stark contrast to the gentleman she had believed him to be. His outburst, fuelled by anger and resentment, a tear escapes Rafel’s eyes.

Daphne: Her voice trembles. "Raphael, what's wrong?"

Raphael: He tosses the torn pieces at her, his face contorted in rage. "Wrong? You've turned me into a sex toy. You've used me, Daphne. Like I'm nothing more than a pawn in your twisted game of sex with Rybak."

Tears stream down Daphne's face as she tries to defend herself. "It was just a fun time and wine we had just to help us relax and I –“

Raphael: He steps closer, his breath hot on her face. "Fun time and wine? It felt real to me. Too real. I've been haunted by the imagery in the description of ours about me and Rybak, but I ended up liking it for reasons I yet to understand but to think you drugged us to have threesome, it’s absolutely fucking disgusting.”

“I’ve admired you, Daphne Collen!”

The name, so familiar, so comforting, brought a pang of pain to her chest.

Collen, the name of her father, a man she had lost too soon. A tragic accident had taken him away when she was still in high school, leaving a gaping hole in her life.

The mention of his name stirred up a storm of emotions, a bittersweet mix of nostalgia and grief.

As she tried to process Raphael's words, another question arose: how did he know her father's name? It was a piece of information that seemed so personal, so intimate got lost in the old school days.

Rafel voice is a cold, bitter growl. "Forget about me working on your petty little script. I'm done with you and your games."

He turns on his heel and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Rybak, a figure of authority and respect, had reacted with a surprising cruelty, slapping Daphne and accusing her of wrongdoing and leaves the place.

The memory of Rybak's parting words haunted her: "Daphne, you're going to marry me, right? I won't act as even as a business partner husband; you'll suffer the consequence." The threat hung over her like a dark cloud, a constant reminder of the power he held over her.

As she continued her life, the events of that fateful night would forever be etched in her memory. The betrayal, the pain, and the humiliation would serve as a constant reminder of the fragility of human relationships and the devastating consequences of misplaced trust.