Prologue I.DOMINIC

“Are you out of your mind? People can still see us here!” I growl, tempted to smack his face to stop his attempts to groping my crotch but I control the urge.

“Just a quickie, Dominic.” Sean croons, licking his lips like an addict wanting a sniff as he watches his hand going inside my now open fly.

He looks up to me, grinning like a loon before tiptoeing to seek for a kiss. I quickly jerk my face away, avoiding his lips. His mouth lands noisily on my jaw instead, leaving saliva on my skin. I wipe the damn drool with the back of my hand, hating it so much.

I don’t like kissing. For me, that is something special only done with an equally special person. I can kiss other places but not the lips. As much as possible, I avoid that intimacy with whoever I fu¢k and Sean sure is not the person I enjoy doing it with.

“Let’s not do it here. At least give my di¢k some respect by taking it out in private!” I hiss when Sean just whips it out of my pants and starts rubbing it with his expert hands.

I look around the venue for the Alfa’s and Larsson’s engagement announcement. The place is bathed with colorful flowers, emitting sweet, floral scent into the air. Carpet, candles, chandelier, and wrought iron chairs are all set in an outdoor event—such lavish preparations for something so trivial. I don’t even believe the couple is in love.

Everything and everywhere I look broadcasts how wealthy the families are—at least the Alfa is. I am not sure of the woman’s status though. I honestly haven’t heard about her before tonight but I am sure she must be of money, too. And the people present are either from the higher echelon or big stars in the movie industry.

I shouldn’t be here because I am far too small of fry to be attending such a lucrative party. But a week before the event, Sean received an invitation straight from the bridegroom’s assistant himself. I can’t decide whether that was luck or not. Nevertheless, I don’t like being here nor do I want to be part of this crowd.

We are fairly early for the event and Sean immediately pulled me into hiding behind one of the large stone banisters then started harassing me with kisses and groping my body. The place may be deserted for now but I know soon enough people will start arriving and filling up the venue.

And with Sean’s track record, I know he is not just going for a quickie. He takes his time in $ex no matter where or what the occasion is. No matter if we are concealed enough or get caught by someone. It doesn’t matter to him as long as he is being fu¢ked and is enjoying it. He is selfish like that.

That is one of the reasons why I hate him. I hate Sean with passion but he has me tied down like an obedient dog. He is obsessed with me yet my lack of response to his feelings makes him hate me just as much. In truth, I wanted to be free from this—free from him. But this had been our covenant—our prison.

“Let’s get to the comfort room.” I grit out, pushing him away and putting my co¢k back into my pants.

I stride fast into the comfort rooms I spotted earlier, knowing full well this will happen if I am with Sean. He likes $ex and he likes it better with risqué, something I don’t understand nor enjoy. Once inside the stall and the locks are secured, I shove Sean against the closed door and force him to bend over.

“Get that fu¢khole out!”

“Oh, Dom! You’re so rough, I like it!” Sean purrs, doing as I told, and shimmies his slacks down his knees including his briefs.

I close my eyes for a brief moment, thinking about something $exual and enticing for me to have my di¢k springing alive. Once I got a reaction to my groin, I unzip my pants, take out my half-mast co¢k and fit in a ¢ondom I always carry in my wallet just for this kind of occasion.

I give myself a few strokes and tugs then spit into Sean’s a$s with skilled trajectory, hitting exactly his not-so-tight-anymore hole before shoving right into his a$s. Sean’s body slams hard against the closed door from the force of my thru$t and he caterwauls like a damn feline.

My hips start moving rhythmically but Sean pushes back with my every pump—enticing me, egging me to go faster, deeper, and rougher. But I couldn’t be bothered by his silent request. I just pump into him lackadaisically, almost lifelessly. After all, I am not in the mood and my co¢k is not even so hard.

If anything, what I am doing right now is just like a routine. A task to be completed which I can do even in sleep. $ex with Sean has become perfunctory. There is no passion, no feelings, no nothing—just something to be done with and fast. But fast is what Sean likes and I don’t want to give him it.

“Dom, do it better!” Sean finally voices out what he wants. “Fu¢k me good, Dom!”

I did not answer and continue the slow drawn-out pumps of my hips. He is forcing me to do this then he better suffers the consequences of not enjoying it. I spread my arms and brace myself against the bathroom wall, preventing any more contact other than my co¢k to his hole.

“Monique! Fu¢k me harder!” Sean growls over his shoulder.

I grit my teeth, my eyes burning with fury. He always does this. When he wants something from me which I refuse to give, he would provoke me by calling me that name. He knows how weak I am when it comes to that name and he also knows it will break my resolve.

Growling, I pitch my pelvis, driving into him deeper and gaining a little speed into my thru$ts. Sean resumes moaning and chanting lewd curses and vulgar words he thinks might entice me more. But he couldn’t be more wrong. I don’t get off with licentious words, not from him, at least. That is not my fetish.

“Jack off!” I growl, wanting this to end once and for all.

Thankfully, Sean is blessedly pliant as he grips his di¢k and starts jërking himself in time with my thru$ts. The room starts feeling overheated, stifling, and suffocating. Sweat makes my tux stuck to my skin and I feel like shrugging off my coat—maybe later after we are done here.

When the hell is he going to come anyway? Taking out my phone, I check the time and mentally estimate that we have been here for fifteen minutes already. I shove my phone back into my pocket and put more force into my pumps, pounding into him hard and fast.

“Oh, yes! Right there! Oh, fu¢k! Hmm, oh you’re so big, Dom! I love your co¢k! Fu¢k me! Wreck me!”

Shut up! I want to yell but opt to just bite my tongue and concentrate on fu¢king his a$s. Once I feel him tightening up around me, I heave a relieved sigh. Sean’s body soon trembles and his lewd words shrink away, making only incoherent blabbers and deep groans as he ¢limaxes.

I quickly withdraw my co¢k then pull wads of tissue from the dispenser to use to pull out and wrap the ¢ondom with before tossing it into the bin. After making sure I have my di¢k in and my clothes fixed, I open the door and step out of the stall to wash my hands in the sink, leaving Sean to his own devices.

“Wait for me!” Sean says after stepping beside me to wash his hands as well.

“I’ll wait for you outside,” I say, turning to the door and leave.

From the short time we were away, people have amassed in the venue, huddled in groups while others choose to be left with their date. From the corner of my eye, I catch glimpse of Valentine Alfa talking to men known in the business world.

While they seem to be engaged in an intimate conversation, there is an apparent distance he puts himself from the other men. Rumors say Valentine is a germaphobe—a claim I would never buy. I think the guy has issues, deep serious ones but not germaphobe because I could testify how able he is to get down and dirty when need be.

As though feeling my stare on him, Valentine turns his head and meets my gaze. As usual, I am always caught amused and irritated watching his expression changing at the sight of me. No, wait. That was wrong to put it. Rather, the expression he always makes when Sean is around.

Valentine thinks whenever I am around so does Sean and vice versa. So there is no surprise there when his eyes light up in excitement at the sight of me. As expected, Valentine’s gaze darts from side to side, obviously seeking for Sean—an instinctual behavior he does in his presence.

Even without anyone telling me, I quickly noticed his actions and understood the reason behind it after a few observations. Besides, the guy couldn’t be more obvious. That Valentine Alfa, the bridegroom of tonight’s engagement, is attracted to Sean Burn. Yes, the man is gay and he covets what people thought is mine.

Seeing as Sean has not come out of the comfort room, Valentine’s expression visibly changes into disappointment, pouting dejectedly like a child who has been denied of his wishes. I snort, fisting my hand over my lips to cover my sneer. Although cute, that Valentine Alfa is hopeless and he doesn’t know it.

I clear my throat and banish my smile with a scowl. What the hell am I grinning for? I should be angry at the man. He is just the same as Sean, after all—people who use money to get what they want, even buying people around for $exual pleasure then discarding them like trash.

Rumors say, despite his voracious appetite, Valentine Alfa is picky to his $exual partners. Once he decided to pick you up, however, you would be in for a great time because he was said to be a great lover in bed. Those who have been with him said he is generous to both money and pleasure.

Well, I don’t know if I could agree to all those claims. It is both true yet not at the same time. After all, I was one of those few people he has taken to bed with. The only difference between Sean and Valentine, I was the bottom when Valentine forced his way on me—a fact that nary a soul knows.

I picked him up one fateful night in the street. Or was it he who picked me up? I wasn’t sure anymore but what was certain was we both consented to do it: he wanted to fu¢k while I badly needed money although I eventually chickened out after arriving at the hotel.

Valentine didn’t want to take no for an answer, however, and ended up forcing me instead. I had been a v¡rgin and it hurt like a son of the bit¢h. He fu¢ked me so hard and raw while calling me honey then carelessly coming inside me. It was the most horrible experience I ever had!

Well, the fact that he su¢ked me good and paid me better money in the end might be the only redeeming quality of that meeting. After leaving him with a shiner, I forced myself to forget all about it but swore to never forgive the bastard who did it no matter how good looking he was.

Imagine my surprise crossing paths with him again months after I started my modeling job in the city. He was one of the guests on the runway show I participated in. That was when I found out what his name was: Valentine Alfa, one of the recognized names in the business world.

Although his title as VP to the Marketing department is not so catchy, the fact that he is an heir and next in line to be CEO of the Alfa Corp, one of the biggest companies in the country, was what blew my mind off. I had $ex with Valentine Alfa although I hate to admit it was more like räpe to me.

I swore I hated him but after knowing his reputation and power, I ended up feeling privileged to have bedded him instead. How sick was that, huh? And what is even worse? The guy had forgotten about me, the blunder he did and the night we shared. That psycho bastard!

Even to this day, I still dreaded remembering that night with him. But infuriatingly so, it is also the only thing that ärouses me with which I use as a mental image whenever Sean wanted to have $ex or if he sends me to clients to secure new projects.

In my mind, I had $ex with Valentine so many times, all the time. To put it simply, I imagine Valentine Alfa to get hard and get off, and $ex is always guaranteed to be satisfying no matter who my partner is.

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