Previously known as "Billionaire's Married by Force (18+)"
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Chapter 1
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Her nails dug into my chest as she threw her head back, a breathless moan slipping past her swollen lips. The dim light cast soft shadows over her sweat-slicked skin, her body trembling in the aftershocks of pleasure. I let my hands roam lazily over her curves, not out of affection, but because I liked how easily she bent to my touch. A sharp smack against her ass made her gasp. Keep going. My voice was low, commanding. She moaned my name-or at least, she thought it was my name. I didn't bother correcting her. Moments later, I pulled out, spilling onto her flushed skin. I rolled her off me, stretching as I reached for a cigarette. Another night, another forgettable fuck.
"Last night was fun, but you can leave now, Elena," I said, my tone indifferent.
She pouted, her fingers tracing idle circles on my back. "My name is Vicky, not Elena. And babyyy, I want more."
Oh my god her voice is so annoying and screechy.
I sighed, already bored and annoyed. "No, and whatever." Jesus Christ, these chicks never learn. I didn't even remember her name, yet she still thought she mattered.
Stretching, I got up and strode toward the bathroom. "LEAVE and don't forget any of your clothes please," I repeated, my voice sharp and final.
Her confidence faltered, the playful glint in her eyes fading. Good. She hurriedly gathered her clothes, scrambling out of my mansion without another word.
After a long, hot shower, I slipped into my tailored grey Armani suit and headed to the office. Being single had its perks-I could fuck whoever I wanted, whenever I wanted, with no strings attached. And I fucking loved it. "The best part of my mornings? No obligations, no strings-just a quiet mansion and the lingering scent of last night's conquest fading into irrelevance."
The moment I stepped into my company, silence fell. Employees straightened in their seats, offering polite "Good morning, sir" greetings as I passed. I nodded once or twice in acknowledgment but didn't spare them a glance. Respect. Fear. That's how I liked it.
I sit at my desk, massaging my temples, already feeling the pressure of the tasks stacked before me. Rita steps in, her presence filling the room, and I force myself to focus, despite the temptation to snap. She sets the coffee down with a practiced smile, her eyes lingering just a bit too long.
"Here's your schedule for the day," she purrs, her voice low, almost coaxing. "Some meetings, a couple of calls-"
I immediately cut her off, my tone sharp, out of actual irritation. "Rita, today is not the day. I've got deadlines, and I need to focus! " I take a deep breath, trying to regain control. "Can we just skip the extra... whatever this is and get to work?"
