Chapitre 1: Prologue: Cinderella's Dead Now
Moans and grunts echoed in the room as two people tangled in a round of passion. Their bodies moved in the sink, skin dripping with sweat. Her nails left scratches on his broad back while his lips left its marks on her neck and collars.
Her lips parted as she cocked her head back, arching her spine, and curling the sheet with her toes. She intuitively pressed a hand on his shoulder, only for the man to take her wrist over her head. They rocked each other's bodies, becoming one in mind, soul, and heart.
Locked in such a passionate round, the woman's lustful eyes glinted. She slid her eyes to the corner, only to catch another man standing by the door motionlessly.
"Fil…" the man standing by the door called listlessly. His breath hitched as the woman locked eyes with him, only to moan louder as the movement down her waist grew aggressive.
"Ahh…!" Fil squirmed underneath the man's body, cupping his face and lifting her head to claim his lips. The man engaging with her grunted in her mouth, embracing her tightly as both of them reached climax.
"Hah." The man panted for air, placing his palm on the side of her head. His pair of topaz gleamed as he smiled, planting a soft peck on her lips, before pushing himself off of her. As soon as he did, he rested his back against the headboard and caught the person standing by the door.
"Oh?" the man with a beautiful pair of golden eyes smiled in surprise. "We have a visitor? Had you been standing there all this time?"
He cocked his head to the woman beside him. "Did you invite him to watch us?"
"No." Fil smiled as she flung her legs out of the bed, still keeping the blanket over her chest to cover her body while picking up her dress from the floor. She tossed the manly clothes to the guy on the bed, smiling. "I think we picked the wrong room. My room is probably next to his."
"Oh!" The man nodded, lips apart as he gazed at the man by the doors. "We got a little excited, huh? Hmm. What are you going to do now? Your fiance looks... shocked."
"Fiance?" Fil blinked as she cast the other man a look. "I guess not anymore."
"Perfect." The other man shamelessly jumped out of the bed to get dressed. As he did his zippers, he cast the other man a smirk. "Fil, don't get dressed too much. You won't need it once we get to your room."
Fil chuckled as she cast the man a look. "Behave yourself, Jack."
As the two get dressed, the other man by the door could only watch them in silence. It was as though he hadn't processed what he had witnessed just now. He slowly moved his gaze to Fil, watching her pick up her purse before marching in his direction.
But before she could walk past him as if she hadn't done something unspeakable, the man grabbed her arms to stop her.
"Fil," he called under his breath. "What's the meaning of this?"
Fil and Jack, the man she was having an illicit affair with, looked at him.
"Isn't it obvious?" Fil arched a brow. "I'm cheating on you, Vincent."
Vincent clasped her arm tighter, unable to say anything after her remarks. Fil, on the other hand, observed his expression quietly and leisurely.
"Did it hurt?" she asked after a moment of silence before she nodded. "It should, Vin. It should hurt you like hell because you deserved it."
Fil, who was once a pushover and wouldn't normally fight back, snatched her arm back from his tight grip. Her eyes sharpened as she looked at her now ex-fiance straight in the eye and said,
"What I felt when I was in that same spot killed me on the spot."
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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