Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

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I gave him a cheeky grin before stepping into the bathroom after only shutting down the guestroom door.

Once inside, I began taking deep, heavy breaths.

What should I do? I wondered.

Wait. What if I find some proof that he’s cheating on me or something and make a huge deal out of it?

I gently touched my chin as I considered the idea.

I mean, it seemed like he didn’t just want to sleep with me.

He wanted to pretend our relationship was genuine, even when there was nothing genuine about it.

In his twisted mind, as long as we didn’t talk about the blackmail, he could pretend that what was happening between us was normal and consensual.

So I came up with a plan.

It was pretty apparent that Roman had already thought about what he was going to do once I was in his home.

He was also very open about where we would do it.

The condoms were scattered across the dresser in the guest room.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes before approaching them.

The door wasn’t completely open, but it wasn’t locked either, so I had to be very careful.

Moving as quietly as possible, I grabbed all the condoms and hid them behind the curtain before checking every drawer.

But if he had some in his bedroom, that would be a problem.

I had a plan for that, too.

If he went into his bedroom to get condoms in front of me, I’d follow him in right away.

I’d come up with something to make him uncomfortable enough to start an argument between us, so we’d kind of forget about sex for a while.

Then, I changed into a very dramatic, sultry silk nightgown.

It was a one-piece with a plunging neckline and a hem that fell just low enough to cover half of my ass cheeks.

And because I had pretty wide hips, it was even harder for the fabric to cover my ass.

I left my hair loose, tossing it forward and ruffling it before lifting my head and walking over to the door.

The minute I opened it, I placed one hand on the frame and the other on my waist, raising one shoulder as I gave him a look.

He was on his phone when he noticed me standing in the doorway.

The look he gave me was as if he’d been struck by an electric current.

He immediately tried to put his phone in his pocket, but it slipped from his hand and landed on the floor.

"Your phone?" I asked.

He waved a hand dismissively, letting me know that his phone didn’t matter anymore.

Before he could straighten his back, I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him toward me.

"Someone’s in the mood," he remarked, sounding rather shocked.

"Why not? It’s my first time with my boyfriend," I murmured, slamming the door shut before dragging him toward the bed and pushing him onto it.

I climbed onto the bed, placing one knee between his legs as I moved on top of him.

I started kissing his neck while he wrapped an arm around my back, groaning as his erection grew beneath his pants and pressed against my knee.

I glanced down, taking in his size, then looked back up with a smirk.

"You’re already hot for me," I murmured, lowering my face to kiss him.

He immediately let me suck on his lower lip before slipping his tongue into my mouth.

I welcomed it, sucking on his tongue as I rubbed my body against his.

He chuckled when I began unbuckling his pants while kissing him.

His hand slid over my shoulder and beneath my arm before cupping the side of my breast.

His grip tightened painfully.

Even his way of showing aggressive affection hurt.

There was something about his nails. They felt unusually sharp.

I didn’t understand it.

I’d seen his hands before, and his nails had always been neatly trimmed, but now they felt like acrylics.

"Ow, ow, ow," I protested playfully, breaking the kiss as I gently pulled his hand away from my breast.

My gaze dropped to his fingers. Like I’d thought, his nails shouldn’t have felt that sharp.

"What happened?" he questioned breathlessly, trying to move on top of me.

"Wait," I breathed. "The condoms."

I deliberately made my breathing heavier, pretending I was still caught up in the moment.

"Oh, they’re there," he replied, turning around and reaching toward the bedside table.

But there were none.

He lifted his head and glanced toward the dresser. That was empty, too.

"Wait," he muttered, rolling off the bed and opening the drawers.

I watched as he searched around in confusion.

"They were here," he insisted, placing one hand on his waist while rubbing his temple with the other.

"Maybe the maid cleared them away," I suggested. I’d seen a maid leaving the building when I arrived.

"Oh, shoot. Why would she do that?" he grumbled, looking so annoyed that the veins in his neck began to stand out.

"It’s all right, baby. We will be careful."

He tried to climb back onto the bed, but I blocked him from the other side, grabbing a pillow and playfully swatting him with it before tossing it at him.

He laughed as he caught it.

"No, I don’t wanna get pregnant. I’m just getting started with the fun," I pouted, pointing a finger at him.

I knew that if I said the same thing in a sterner tone, his male ego would be so bruised that he might hurt me.

So even when I had to say no, which was my right, I had to make sure I didn’t fucking piss him off.

"I’m a doctor. Don’t worry, you won’t get pregnant," he assured me, once again using his degree to remind me how knowledgeable he was.

"No, baby," I protested. "I don’t wanna take any risks. Please, it’s my first time. I’m scared. Can’t you give me some comfort?"

I tilted my head toward my shoulder and gently rocked my body from side to side.

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