Chapter 02
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SIANNA FELT even more dizzy as the neon lights inside the high-end bar she had gone to in Bonifacio Global City flickered and pulsed restlessly around her. The colors blurred together, too bright, too loud, too alive. The hard drinks she had been downing one after another only made it worse. Everything mixed together inside her system, alcohol and emotion swirling into something unstable.
She did not care if she ended up completely drunk that night.
Part of her believed that maybe alcohol could dull the pain clawing at her chest. Maybe if she drank enough, the images would fade. But it did not work. No matter how much she drank, the betrayal stayed vivid in her mind. The shamelessness of her ex-fiancé, Wil, and her stepsister Rose replayed again and again, sharp and merciless.
“They’re really shameless,” she muttered bitterly. “And Rose… she’s always been a man-stealer. Fine. Let them be together. As if I’d beg,” she scoffed, lifting her glass and taking another long swallow.
Sianna pressed a hand to her head. The dizziness had worsened. If she stayed any longer, she knew it would turn into a bigger problem. At this rate, she might end up crawling her way out of the bar instead of walking.
She paid her bill before finally leaving. She ignored the men who kept trying to get her attention, their eyes following her as she passed. One of them even blocked her path, forcing her to shove him aside without a second thought.
When she reached the elevator, she grew impatient waiting for it to open. The seconds felt endless. When the doors finally slid apart, she stepped inside immediately.
Before she had started drinking at the bar, which was located on the upper floor of the hotel she was staying in, she had already booked a room for the night. She knew herself well enough to understand that once alcohol entered her system, she would not be in any condition to drive back to her condo. Still, she had made sure to keep a small sliver of awareness intact, just enough to get herself safely to her room.
She rubbed her forehead as another wave of dizziness hit her. Her vision nearly doubled. At any moment, she felt like she might collapse.
When the elevator doors opened, she stepped out and struggled to locate her hotel room through her blurred vision. She squinted hard at the room number on the door she was about to enter.
“This is it,” she murmured.
She reached for the doorknob and froze when it turned easily in her hand.
“Why isn’t it locked?” she muttered. “Whatever,” she added dismissively as she pushed the door open. All she wanted was to lie down on the bed.
Once inside, the first thing she did was kick off her three-inch heels. Every light in the room was on, so she switched off a few to dim the brightness. The moment she saw the large bed, she headed straight for it, despite how dizzy she still felt.
A soft groan escaped her lips when she collapsed onto the mattress. It was incredibly soft.
At least she had made it safely to the room she was occupying.
Sometime in the middle of her sleep, Sianna stirred, half-awake, half-dreaming, when she felt something touching her body. Fingers brushed against her skin. Lips pressed against her neck.
“Hmm,” she murmured, pushing weakly against the heavy presence on top of her.
When she slowly opened her eyes, her vision remained blurry. Her head spun, and she felt as though she was trapped inside a dream she could not quite understand. She closed her eyes again.
When she felt lips brushing against her own, she found herself responding without thinking. She did not know if it was still the alcohol in her system, but the kiss felt good. Too good.
The lips against hers were soft, tempting, coaxing.
The kiss deepened, and in her haze, she convinced herself it was nothing more than a drunken dream. She did not resist when her black dress was slipped off her body. She did not protest as the last of her clothing disappeared.
She felt hands caressing her chest, a finger teasing the sensitive, damp heat between her thighs.
Moans slipped freely from her lips, sounds she could not stop even if she tried.
It felt like retaliation. Like she was getting back at Wil for his betrayal.
Her moans grew louder when she felt a strange, overwhelming pleasure blooming between her legs, something warm and insistent making her gasp. Her throat went dry. So did her lips. She felt like she was losing her mind, unable to fully comprehend what was happening.
When the man above her finished pleasuring her with his fingers, he shifted, positioning himself to join their bodies. But when he pushed into her, the sudden pain jolted her almost fully awake.
“Aaah!” Sianna cried out, the pain sharp and unmistakable.
When she opened her eyes, she saw the man’s bare chest above her.
“s**t. You’re a virgin?” the man said, his voice tinged with disbelief.
Had she really heard that?
She swallowed hard. Was she not dreaming after all?
Her gaze slowly lifted to his face, though she could not see him clearly, her vision still unfocused, her eyes barely open.
“So what if… if I am a virgin?” she managed to respond. “You’re being picky now?” she groaned. “It hurts,” she added, squeezing her eyes shut.
She clutched her head as the dizziness intensified.
“Bear the pain,” the man said as he pushed into her again.
“It hurts. Stop—” she started to say.
But she could not finish her words as his lips crashed onto hers, silencing her. He continued moving until his full length was finally inside her.
Sianna felt weak. Overwhelmed.
Soon, the room filled with her moans and cries, sounds that shifted from pain to reluctant pleasure, echoing against the walls as the night swallowed them whole.
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