CHAPTER 3

WREN

My nails scratch at his back, but he didn’t care, nor stop, I might faint if he did.

I’ve lost all senses of realism, with his brutal drive and my continuous craving for it.

He withdrew slowly to advance back in, slamming into me with absolute force, finally knocking my breath out of my lungs.

My body was acting like it had been void of a connection, for the past years, probably because this man knows his way around women.

My last ride was with my roommate’s boyfriend’s friend. We were friends with benefits.

When I came to America three months ago, I met Misan in the plane, we’d bonded so well, and she insisted I live with her, till I got this housekeeping job.

“You want this don’t you?”

“Yes!” I yelled.

The floor was an uncomfortable place to lie on, and get screwed by a beast, if Asher isn’t one, I don’t know how to describe him again.

He continued pounding into me, the only sound heard in this house was our rushed breath, my scream and the skin contact, slapping against each other.

“You dirty girl,” he continued taunting me.

I pray I could feel my legs when he’s done with me, I’d even forgotten the troubles ongoing, the search for Fluffy, Eve is going to kill me if anything happens to her cat.

He has me right on the edge.

“You keep stealing glances hoping to see me,”

He saw me.

“Please,” I pleaded, but didn't know what I wanted.

“Please what?”

“I’m going to come…”

I’d lost count of the times he had hit my G-spot, my body became tense, shaking like I’m freezing but I know I better. I came to a release, squirting all over him.

When I saw the mess I’d caused, I blushed.

His T-shirt was still on, and I knew it would cost a lot more than the rent fee.

“You’re going to pay for this,” Asher’s voice lowered and his lips formed something close to a grin.

“How so?”

He didn’t say anything, his eyebrows raised in mischief, then I felt something leave my entrance, I dread at the loss of his dick inside me, he sure as hell is making me pay.

Asher rose up leaving me empty and wanting me, I’m confused, thinking he wants to end the heat between us and call it a night.

He pulled his shirt and it fell on the tiled floor.

“On all fours,” he groaned at me.

And I complied, happy he wasn’t done with me yet, even if my pussy was already screaming from the soreness, I needed more.

“Rest your hands on the couch, knees on the floor.”

He kicked my knees farther from each other, and I mumbled something inaudible, I was completely out of control.

I saw him bend low to pick his trouser, and he pulled out another condom, ripping the packet with his teeth, he sheaths himself and circles my waist with his grip.

Did he know tonight would happen?

But I got no answer.

“You’re so wet Wren, I like that.”

I was expecting his thick length in him, but felt his fingers glide between my thighs and my folds. His other hand took my right breast and I moaned.

Pain from my knee scratching the floor and pleasure from what he is doing to me wash over me in waves.

My clitoris was so sensitive, then he entered me with three fingers this time, stretching me, tears poured out from my eyes.

Just when my knees threaten to give out, he flip me around to face him, my knees up high, and my elbows now rested on the couch. This was an uncomfortable position for me.

His hand on my hips pulls me against his slick and wet cock, and he slips inside me with one owning thrust.

I’m pinned beneath him.

Then he started moving at a hurried, merciless pace. My breasts bounce at every thrust.

My brown hair spread across the couch, if there was a mirror facing me now, I wouldn’t recognize myself.

There’s no tenderness in the way Asher pounds on me, but that’s the way it should be. Just one night.

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The sun from outside shined through the windows inside the room, the intensity was directed at me in particular.

I yawned and stretched, rolled onto my back on the bed, I saw a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I cringed. I was a mess, so I quickly arranged my hair, got up from the bed, careful not to wake him.

We didn't get enough sleep last night.

I realized he had torn my bikini. Fortunately, there’s a flowery gown resting in a chair by the closet. I wore it in seconds.

He had taken me to his bedroom and we went on another three rounds of dirty doings.

My body flushed with heat recalling the night.

I checked the clock on the table, 6:34am.

It’s risky, I needed to leave this place asap.

When I got out of his house, walking to Eve’s, I heard a meow in the garden, that’s when I remembered Fluffy.

“Game over,” I said, and carried her.

The cookie I prepared had been abandoned on the sun lounger, so I removed it along with the half juice.

For the next day, I tried not to think much about Asher, but my sore pussy and shaky legs made it impossible.

I busied myself with the task at hand, which is the plants, feeding and bathing Fluffy, and I also cleaning the interior.

Then my phone rang.

Expecting to see Mark or my roommates, those are the two that keeps my phone functioning. I looked at the caller, surprised to see my boss’s call, we haven’t spoken, nor chatted since she left.

I picked on the second ring. I couldn’t guess what she wanted.

I comb my hair with my fingers, and shut my eyes for a second, calming my nerves.

“You bitch!”

I distanced my ear from my phone Immediately. Eve’s curse at me was so loud, shocked at her outburst.

If a voice could kill, I’d be dead by now.

I knew she wasn’t a nice lady, but showing me her dark side just across the sea, and this early was alarming.

It wasn’t even up to a week since I'd been employed, and she’s seeing fault.

“Ma’am,” I said, trying to stay professional.

“Ooh shut your mouth,” she continued her swear. “You have the audacity to sleep with my husband?”

In the phase of bewilderment, I froze. The only person I had slept with was her neighbor, she must be mistaken.

And how did she know about last night?

I turned to look at the house, to find maybe a camera, but nothing.

The main entrance door opened, with a destructive sound, and Mrs. Vaughn stood at the opened door in a deadly glare.

She took four steps towards me, grabbed my hands and dropped her phone on my open palm. I took a look, and fate had me on the wrong side.

I was photographed holding Fluffy standing at Asher’s compound, dressed in the flowery gown of that morning, with headlines that read.

MR. VAUGHN’S MISTRESS CAUGHT LEAVING HIS HOUSE.

CHAPTER 4

WREN

This is unbelievable, I almost yelled, but then I knew I’d made a rash mistake, sleeping with my boss’s husband, who's indirectly my boss too.

My mouth formed a small circle, but no sound came out.

I tried to hide my trembling hands.

“No? You lost words?” Eve’s killer voice was at it again, now it became so distant, like I was on another planet, I was far gone.

I couldn’t look at her, nor the headlines on the phone.

“I thought he’s your neighbor, “ I tried to save myself.

“Still doesn't give you the right to sleep with others, in your time of work.”

Feeling hurt for sleeping with her husband was understandable.

And I felt so bad for sleeping with him, my desires that I've kept hidden betrayed me when I laid eyes on him.

I feel like a slut right now.

I recalled the flowery dress I'd worn, was it Eve's?

“I should’ve refused your service, the moment I saw you.”

Ouch.

This isn’t what I wanted, the attention wasn’t needed, not till I succeed in who I am looking for, then go back to Australia, and then think of how to build Lovelink from scratch.

I hope the hungry media in Australia hasn’t seen this.

I could guess their headlines would be ‘ceo of a matchmaking company, who preach love still exist, has finally q1111q1shown her true nature by breaking a married home’

A,q.

“You even know his first name.”

Baffled as I gaze at Mrs. Vaughn obviously if I’d known his last name, I might’ve solved the puzzle, and that night wouldn’t have happened.

The night I had the best orgasm of my life.

And where the hell was Asher?

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I was damn angry too, I felt used. He knew all this while and didn’t say anything.

But why would two people be living separately if they're married, I shook my head, nothing was adding up.

Mrs. Vaughn took the phone from my hands, correction, she literally grabbed it, almost prick on my skin with her long gel nails.

“You’ve done this damage on my pay roll, I’m going to ruin you,” her eyes were dark, and full of wicked promises.

Eve Vaughn began typing fast on her phone, before placing it on her ear, my heart skipped.

“Meet me in the house as soon as you can,” she paused for a second, listening to the receiver from the other end. “Yes, take the necessary documents.”

She wouldn't call the press on me would she?

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The next hour was filled with insultive words from my boss. I tried letting her see reasons, but she wasn't interested.

It was tensed.

A man in glasses and a lady were present. They sat with us in the living room, laptops on the table, arranging some documents.

I know where this is going, they are going to pressure me to sign an NDA to keep quiet. But I'm confused about what they had planned.

I cleared my throat and stood up.

I need to pee.

“Uhh I think I need to use the restroom.”

Eve looked at me, in disbelief.

“There are cameras all over the house, don't you dare run.”

“I won't,” I assured her.

Eve kept watching me, I placed my palm on my bladder to make her fall for it more.

I couldn't stay here, it was all a mistake. It's best I go into hiding or something, till the press brings in recent gossip.

They live for gossip.

The room I'd lived in for the past three days was upstairs, it now feels strange to me.

I looked down the window, it wasn't far from the ground, I can jump down, maybe with some little scratch.

My phone has been beeping since I saw the post.

It was from my roommate, Misan.

An another message from my private investigator, I sent both of them an I'm okay message, but Mark called me instead.

“I thought we are on this together,” he said.

“We are, but I don’t know where to begin.”

I pinched my nose along with a sigh.

How did Mark find out about the tabloid? He was still in Australia. I almost dropped my phone to the floor, doing the maths.

If words had gotten to him, so also the press team…

I couldn't finish the statement.

“Start from the night it happened.”

Damn.

“It wasn't my fault Mark, I didn't know he was married,” I briefed.

Mark kept quiet for a bit, I waited impatiently till he spoke again.

“Wait Wren, I'm confused,”

I frowned.

“Where are you and what are you talking about,”

“Still in Houston, why?” I asked, then I recalled I haven't told Mark of my recent job, all he knew was I was still living with Misan.

“I called, to tell you about the night your grandmother died,”

“What about it?” I released my breath, thank goodness words haven't reached Australia.

“Someone came for a visit, a man actually. You shook hands with this person.”

I remembered clearly now, Mick Zervas and my grandmother were business acquaintance, and he owns a leading matchmaking company.

His company is doing marvelously well, far better than Lovelink

“Yes Mark, that's Mick Zervas.”

“I think it's related to the missing Paige williams.”

I laughed.

“It's had for you to believe, I know.”

“Why do you think so?”

“Because he seems suspicious too, everyone around you is a suspect till we catch the culprit.”

I understand where Mark was coming from, but there was nothing Mick would gain in this, he owns the best matchmaking company and my grandmother trusted him.

I heard a loud hit downstairs, that's when I took action.

“Let's talk later, Mark.”

“Of course,” he replied, ending the call.

It wouldn't hurt that much as the window is located at the sides of the building, unlike the back that has gardens and a swimming pool.

My breathing was heavy as I couldn't fathom what's going on.

I carried my backpack only, in it were some essentials, and left behind my small luggage.

When I jumped to the ground, I paused like a statue, trying to gain my balance, while not making a sound.

I got a scratch, my kneecap was hit by a small stone.

I silently tiptoe to the pavement, towards the gate, while hidden from the cameras.

Halfway through the compound, a Maserati drove in. I stopped where I stood, as I watched the back seat door open and a man I couldn't forget anywhere came out.

Asher Vaughn.

He's finely dressed in a blue suit, eyes fixed on me.

Immediately the image of his bare body flashed in my head.

I divorced the memory instantly.

What it yields isn't a pleasant one, I let anger and feeling betrayed overcame me.

When he approached me, preventing me from leaving, his eyes were dark and unreadable as usual.

“So you plan to leave?”

“I don't owe you guys shit,” I cursed.

“Get inside the house.”

He doesn't look like he's ready to apologize for the betrayal I got from his intentionality.

My laugh was bitter.

“Never, I'm leaving.”

Even as the environment was calm and quiet I didn't trust it, Seems Asher was thinking the same.

He came close, bringing his ear close to mine, to the extent I could smell his sweet seductive cologne.

Don't go back to the night, Wren.

For god's sake!

“You don't want to have your face plastered in America's magazine for the second time, do you?”

He was right on one thing though, even if I hated it.