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Chapter 3 He Despised Me

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  • I hastily pushed the stranger away. I hadn’t gotten over the intoxicating sensation he gave me, yet my sanity prevailed.
  • “You know me?” I was confused and dumbfounded.
  • I felt like the whole world was closing around me when he suddenly gave me a nasty smirk.
  • Gone all of the desire I saw from his eyes. All I could see was disgust and coldness. And… anger?
  • What had I done?
  • Did I do something bad to him? Somehow, had we ever met? Was he one of my victims?
  • And if that was really the case, I doubt it if I would ever forget that gorgeous face. His manly appeal screaming loud in this whole place, how in the world would I ever forget him?
  • But how did he know me? Was he a stalker?
  • Nah, that’s impossible. He didn’t look like one.
  • “Who wouldn’t? There’s this confession page, weeks ago, named after an heiress,” his face hardened. “The Sultry Heiress,” the side of his lips twitched upward in a mocking way. “I can’t believe that your parents didn’t do anything to stop it.”
  • ‘Because they didn’t know!’
  • I wanted to yell at him but I decided to keep it to myself.
  • And besides, I didn’t owe him any explanation.
  • But how sure was he that I was the sultry heiress? The confession’s senders were all anonymous. Even the photos were cropped, some were blurred. And every time I would make a move to take down those pages, someone had taken care of it. I doubt it was one of my family members. They would not stay quiet if they knew about it.
  • I was greatly infuriated with who started the confession page. Sure it was one of my victims. But I wasn’t dumb enough to get blackmailed. They won’t scare me. Besides, I had nothing to worry about because every confession inside the page was a lie. If those were real, they should have mentioned the name of the man and the reason behind everything I did.
  • “Those weren’t real,” I told him.
  • I already said I didn’t owe him any explanation. But for some reason, I wanted to explain myself. I wanted to clear my name to him.
  • “Then how do you explain those photos of you with different men?”
  • I scrunch my forehead. “Photos? Which photos?”
  • I didn’t understand what he was talking about. There were no indecent photos having my face on it.
  • “I don’t know what you are talking about.” I harshly stood up.
  • I felt the whole place suddenly became small. I wanted to leave. But the man hastily grabbed my wrist. I didn’t anticipate it, I lost my balance and landed in his lap.
  • I gasped in horror. I could feel his growing maleness in between my thighs. Hard and big.
  • He was so fcking horny!
  • And for the first time, a mixture of fear and desire rained in me. It wasn’t supposed to be the way I should react with men, who showed worldly desire towards me. But how was I supposed to flirt with someone who despised me?
  • For him, I was dirty. I could see it in his raging eyes, laced with disgust.
  • “Let me go, you… you f*cking stranger!” I shouted at him.
  • “Oh! I’m sorry. I haven’t introduced myself yet,”
  • Amusement immediately passed through his handsome face. It was so quick that I wasn’t sure if it really happened. His face tightened, disgust and coldness painted in him again.
  • “Saturn “Thorne” Wright, at your service.”
  • Shock wasn’t enough to describe how I felt.
  • Wright…
  • He was a Wright!
  • He must be Tanner and Maddie’s brother, or maybe cousin?
  • But how in the world I hadn’t get the chance to meet him? Our families were really close. I was always present to all of their important occasions—of course by the demands of my parents. And we were in the same circle.
  • So, how come I hadn’t met this godly-looking man in front of me?
  • Well, I would not deny that all of Maddie’s brothers that I knew were nerve-wracking gorgeous.
  • “No, that’s impossible. He can’t be a Wright.” I silently told myself.
  • “You already knew me,” Thorne breathed against my neck.
  • He gently nibbled down my cleavage. Then his lips moved up to my ear, breathing against me. I held my breath, forcing myself to refuse his effect on me.
  • But the call of flesh was too strong. I couldn’t help but enjoy the sensation, enjoy his touch, enjoy his warm breath…
  • “Should we get a room, so we can continue with the pleasure you offered with your men?”
  • And before I could totally get insane, I quickly gathered myself together. My hand landed a hard slap on his face.
  • “How dare you?!” I was gnashing my teeth in rage, pushing him hard, trying to get away from his strong arms.
  • “Are you rejecting me?” he snarled with wounded ego. “Am I unattractive enough like those men you satisfied?”
  • He was bathed with anger, but despite that, he seemed like he didn't want to let me go. And I didn’t want to let go either, if not for the insults he threw me.
  • And what gave him the right to insult me? He didn’t know me!
  • “You! F*cking bastard! Let me go!”
  • I was starting to get hysterical. Tears started to build in me. I had never been hurt and insulted just like this before. Honestly, I didn’t care what others thought of me. But why the hell was I affected by the disgusted look he gave me?
  • And maybe, Thorne realized what was going on in me, he let me go. His expression softened. But I didn’t mind at all. I suddenly lost hope. There was no way I could clear my name to him.
  • “Yeah, I may be a tease, I may be a flirt. Call me anything you want. But you don’t have the right to judge me for who I am. Because you don’t know a thing, Mr. Wright!”
  • Thorne was stunned. A lot of emotion filled his handsome face. But I couldn’t bear the last…
  • Disgust and pity.
  • Those were the last thing I would want to get from anyone.
  • I quickly run away and leave the rooftop.
  • I wanted to go home, and wish all of these never happened. That it was just a dream, a bittersweet dream. I wish not to cross paths with him in the future.
  • A ghost of my ugly past suddenly beckoned me. I couldn’t get him out of my mind.
  • ‘Damn you, Jaxon! Damn you for doing this to me! Until when are you going to punish me?’