Chapter 7
Fresh out of the shower, I realized. Luca had put Grace in the room right next to mine. The old Rockefeller mansion walls were about as soundproof as tissue paper.
I’d barely stepped out of the bathroom when I heard them making out next door.
“Luca, baby, why haven’t you thrown her underwear away yet? Doesn’t it gross you out?”
Luca pushed Grace’s head against his chest, his eyes going cold. His entire demeanor shifted to ice.
“Just wanted to remind Adora how fucking pathetic she looked begging underneath me.”
“You think that weak–ass pretty boy can satisfy her? Please.”
“She’s just using the first man she found to piss me off.”
I almost laughed out loud. I wasn’t desperate enough to use another man just to make Luca jealous.
Turning around, I collided with Hilary’s midnight eyes. He’d come with my nightly milk.
But tonight, breaking routine, he silently placed the glass on the table and turned to leave.
When Hilary was angry, he had this habit of deliberately slowing his pace.
I rose to my tiptoes, suddenly overcome with the urge to mess with him. Grabbing his wrist, I let my eyes wander down.
His black silk robe revealed hints of toned abs beneath. Further down, everything was strategically
concealed.
“You heard all that, didn’t you?” I asked, voice deliberately soft.
Hilary’s eyes darkened as he nodded once.
I pretended to consider this for a moment. Picking up the milk, I took a small sip.
“So, Hilary… can you actually get it up?”
The words had barely left my mouth when Hilary locked the door behind him. His knee pressed
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between my legs.
A strange heat surged through me instantly.
“Are you aware of what you’re asking, Miss Rockefeller?”
Hilary’s breath closed in, his damp hair falling across his forehead. It made his pale face look like some beautiful, sinister ghost–disturbingly hot.
I stammered, ears burning, but doubled down:
“That time I walked in on you, it looked pretty-”
Halfway through, Hilary clamped his hånd over my mouth.
Hilary had never set boundaries with me. Never locked doors, always came when called, even knew my exact lingerie size.
So that first time I caught him in the bathroom, standing there for an hour. I got impatient and called his name.
Just that one word, and I heard his soft groan in response. He emerged quickly, flustered, pushing
me away.
If not for the faint musk scent in the bathroom, I might never have realized how strongly Hilary reacted to me.
Only later, talking with more experienced friends, did I understand what had happened that night. Afterward, I fled to New Jersey, partly to escape the implications of Hilary’s response.
From my calling his name to his reaction–just seconds.
Now, Hilary’s robe had somehow fallen open. His brow furrowed as he gripped my wrist.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself if I’m… capable?”
His eyes were downcast, lids tinged with a faint flush. Something about it felt almost humiliated.
I’ve never been the prudish type, so I followed his lead, sliding my fingers down. Quickly, I found scorching heat.
Compared to Luca? Not lacking in the slightest. And cleaner smelling, at that.
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I started to untie his belt.
Hilary looked positively ravaged, stopping my hand.
“Is this to make him jealous?”
I froze, not following Hilary’s thought process.
He sighed deeply, his voice trembling:
“Fine. Even if it’s to make him jealous, I’ll accept that.”
“You’re Miss Rockefeller. Whatever you want.”
Hilary closed his eyes in resignation, long lashes lowered. But my next move never came.
He had no idea how much he looked like someone being coerced.
I reached past him for the warm milk, downing it in one go.
Opening his eyes, Hilary’s gaze flashed with disappointment. I caught it immediately, patting the bed beside me.
“Hilary, I’m not using you as some fucking tool.”
“Come here. Sleep with me.”
Hearing my words, Hilary moved robotically, step by hesitant step.
The mattress dipped slightly as he lay down. I efficiently found a comfortable position, nestling into
his chest.
Placing his arm around my waist, I murmured:
“You’re my fiancé, after all.”
“Consider this a test drive. And don’t you dare disappear in the middle of the night.”
The man I was holding still moved like a robot. But his chin rested on top of my head, giving a small nod of agreement.
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