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Joanna’s eyes widened in shock. “You know name. You’re
‘re not a waiter,” she said. “Who are you ma
“I’m your guy for the night” the man replied with a smick, dropping the pretense. “Your husband said you could pick any man, right?
He didn’t p get to finish his sentence. Joanna lashed out, her font connecting solidly with his groin. He doubled over, clutching himsett, a guttural groen escaping his lips. “You bitch! You’ll regret that Just wait until I get my hands on you
Heart pounding, Joanna sprinted up the stairs. Her legs burned with effort, but the didn’t dare stop
Floor after floor blurred past until, in a daze, she found herself on the in flour of the hotel. With no clear thou
thought, she burst i
a the first room she came
Inside, a man lay motionless on the bed, clad in hospital scrubs, his body in a vegetative state. Deeping machines surrounded him, monitoring for any signs of change.
At that moment, Joanna’s control slipped away. Overwhelmed by the scorching heat, she staggered toward the bed. Acting on instinct, she climbed onto it, straddling t
g the man’s waist. As she fumbled with the buttons of his scrubs, her hands moved erratically, searching for relief
In his sleep, the man exuded an undeniable nobility, a quiet power that seemed to command respect. Joanna’s sudden intrusion caused his brow to crease, a subtle sign of his displeasure
In the next heartbeat, Kenneth Wesley’s eyes fluttered open, revealing a gaze that took in the unexpected sight of a girl atop him, her intentions clear.
With the bedside lamp casting a soft glow, he made out her youthful, attractive features, her eyes wide and unfocused. He tried to push her away, but the lingering effects of a long sleep left him weak
Care… you?” Kenneth croaked, his voice rough from disuse.
“You smell nice,” Joanna whispered, her face inching closer to his. “I want you. Can I have you?”
Confusion clouded Kenneth’s features as he strained to remember anything, but his mind was a blank canvas. Who am I? And who is this girl hovering over me! The uncertainty turned his voice to ice as he issued a firm command. “Stop. Don’t touch me.”
Ignoring his words, Joanna pressed her lips to his. Then, with a mischievous determination, she declared, “You said no touch, so I’m gonna touch”
Kenneth’s body tensed. As he racked his brain for a way to halt her advances, Joanna’s voice, laced with sorrow, cut through the silence. “You’re my husband. So why? Why don’t you want me? Am I not pretty enough, not attractive enough?”
It was then that a realization dawned on Kenneth–she was his wife.
Though his memory was a void, and he couldn’t recall the details or why he’d been in a deep slumber, he understood that he should fulfill his wife’s needs. It was a matter of a husband’s duty and a man’s honor.
Warm tears from Joanna’s eyes traced paths down his face. Is she crying so sadly because she’s waited too long for me?” he wondered, “Don’t cry. I want you,” Kenneth said, his voice a soothing balm as he accepted her
“You’re beautiful, and you have a figure that’s hard to forget,” Kenneth reassured her, his gaze sweeping over her once more…
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A pang of guilt tugged at him. He wondered, ‘What had been thinking? I have a wife, and yet i strayed. That was out of line. Clearly, I don’t despise her. So, why did I act that way?”
Joanna, lost in a fog of confusion, thought she was talking to Norbert. “Really? You want me?” she asked, her voice trembling with disbelief. “Let’s not see her anymore, okay? She’s married, with a child, and we’re still legally bound?
At her words, Kenneth was taken aback by the thought, ‘Did I get involved with a married woman?”
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He wasn’t the type to stoop to such lows, but the tears in his “wife’s” eyen–tearsal sortow, desperation, and helplessness–wers denying the sincerity in her nation
After a moment of silence, he gave in. “Whight, I won’t see her anymore,” he promised.
here was no
Joanna, still dazed but now filled with a giddy joy, began to undress
Kenneth’s cheeks flushed at the sight, his instinct to look away warring with the realization that she was his wife. He steadied on her.
imself, his gaze lingering
he was truly a rare gem, her collarbone elegant, a crimson mark on her chest, and her waist slender and tight. As she hesitantly leaned in, pressing her lips to his, Kenneth took over, responding to her advance with a passion that met her own.
“You know, I’ve been waiting for this day for so long, Norbert, Joanna whispered. At the sound of that name, Kenneth’s brow furrowed momentarily. But he didn’t dwell on it, too captivated by her
After a night of intimacy, the first light of dawn was just touching the sky when Joanna awoke first, finding herself naked and cradled in a man’s embrace.
dinam
Joanna’s thoughts whirled as she pieced together the fragments of the previous night. Norbert had gone to find Susan, and then there was that “water” who’d tried to assault her. Panic had set in, and she’d fled, running until she reached the top floor.
After that, her memories grew hazy. With a jolt, Joanna’s face drained of color as a realization hit her. She turned stifly, her heart pounding
Before her lay a man, handsome and unknown, sleeping peacefully. It wasn’t Norbert. Her heart plummeted. Urgently, she pushed the stranger away and, her hands shaking, scrambled out of bed to dress herself.
Joanna’s mind raced as the pieces fell into place. Someone had tampered with her ovulation shot, orchestrating the whole scenario. She was now certain that the “waiter had been sent there deliberately, and the man in the bed was likely part of the same scheme.
She closed her eyes, fighting back the tears, and searched for her bag. Her savings were in the bank, with only a few hundred dollars in cash.
Kenneth’s eyes fluttered open as he felt Joanna’s push, the remnants of a long night still weighing on him. He had woken up to a situation that required him to comfort what he believed to be his wife, performing his perceived marital obligations.
Now, a lingering fatigue clung to him as he regarded Joanna. “It’s still early,” he murmured. “Come back, rest a little longer with me.”
Joanna, her back to Kenneth, spun around at the sound of his voice, She looked at him with a cold, hard stare, “Whoever set this up against me didn’t skimp on the details–sent a man who’s not just any ugly mug,” she thought.
He had an appealing look with his long, expressive eyebrows, a chiseled face, and a pair of lips that were thin but well–defined, all contributing to i of sophistication. But she believed he was just a pretty shell.
Kenneth, feeling a growing fondness for the woman he believed to be his wife after their night together, found his throat parched. He cast a glance towards the table. “Honey, could you fetch me some water, please?” he asked
Instead of handing him the glass, Joanna snatched it up and with a steely gaze, splashed the water directly onto his face. The cold liquid soaked his cheeks, causing water to dribble down and leaving him momentarily stunned.
air
Heractions didn’t end there. Joanna hurled a bundle of cash at him as well. “Listen, I don’t know who you are or what game you’re playing, but what you did last night is worth exactly this much,” she said.
Kenneth’s expression darkened with a mix of pain and frustration, his eyes becoming as deep and impenetrable as the night sky. “Honey, what are you talking about?” he asked.
“Cut the act,” Joanna snapped. Sarcasm dripped from her words as she glared at him. “Don’t you ‘honey‘ me. I know you were sent here for a reason Just because we shared a bed doesn’t mean I’m tied to you in any way
The confusion on Kenneth’s face began to morph into a mild irritation. “What? You don’t want to be tied to me?” he questioned.
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Joanna was certain she had figured out who was behind
if this elaborate setup. Observing his de
one–time encounter.
demeanor, she was convinced he was after more than just a
She maintained her haughty composure. “Tim warning you, forget everything about last night and don’t you dare show your face in front of me again.” With those final words, Joanna pivoted and strode away
The sound of the dors slamming reverberated through the room, leaving Kenneth alone with his thoughts. His expression hardened.
His mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle of his past, but aside from the vivid memories of the night spent with Joanna, everything else was
shrouded in darkneus.
Kenneth had slept with Joanna under the belief that she was his wife. Her current attitude made him question everything. “Did mistake her for my wife?”
he wondered.
He picked up the scattered money around him, clenching it in his fist. A chilling cold treated like this by a woman throwing money at me what did she think of me?‘
radiated from him. Damn it, he thought. Wher one night, I
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