I cannot decide.
But I won't miss this opportunity Chad has given me.
Gradually, I approached him…
My fingers, timidly, traced the length of his tie…
Then my palm gently fastens around it and, in a heartbeat, I pull him close to me.
My lips pursed into a smile as I noticed his Adam's apple bob.
'Did my seduction affect him?'
I was curious…
So I pressed my left knee onto the bed for balance, then slid my right hand to his belt and loosened it.
With what I did, Chad swallowed hard, and his breathing became labored.
The suddenness of his reaction caught me off guard, making me pause.
He always wanted to be in charge, so I never knew.
Most of the time I sleep with him, he was the one initiating the foreplay by exploring every sensitive spot of my body.
"Mr. Murray, I hope you would not regret this," I whispered in his ear.
Chad's eyes glowed from excitement. He begged, "Would you mind helping me take off my clothes?"
I grinned and nodded with playful intent.
I climbed above him and sat on his lap.
My breath hitched when I felt his bulge against my thighs.
I could see that his desire from this afternoon still burns.
As far as I know, he preserves Monica's first time on their wedding night.
Thus, he unleashes his fury on me.
For a moment, pain tightened my chest, making my lashes quiver.
But this isn't the moment I should dwell on my heartbreak.
Slowly, I fastened the button of his shirt, then took off the belt around his waist next.
My eyes ogled at his thighs.
Playfully, my index finger traces his loins bulging against his trousers.
I almost screamed as it suddenly jolted, begging for attention.
"Mr. Murray, what should I do next?"
Leaning in, I whispered coquettishly, my lips brushing his ear.
Before Chad could snap from daze, I grabbed his wrists and placed them above his head.
Clumsily, I fastened the handcuffs to the headboard, binding his wrists in it.
My nails grazed his skin, dragging a line from his wrists to his chest.
Chad reached for my lips and kissed me hungrily.
He acted as if he genuinely wanted me.
But I know, it's just his body that wants some release.
I pulled away from Chad, putting distance between us.
Gathering my sanity in one place, I got off him and climbed down the bed.
Chad's eyes twinkled as he awaited me to undress, unaware of my actual plan.
"Mr. Murray, let's not meet again."
I declared, walked to the door, and slammed it shut behind me.
The bodyguards posted outside whipped their heads in my direction, staring at me with curiosity.
They must wonder why I'm leaving early.
Every time their boss requests my presence, they know what is happening, so seeing me leave the room the next day isn't a surprise.
However, why am I already leaving this time around?
That must be what they're asking themselves.
"Jessica Collins!"
Chad is shouting at the top of his lungs, calling me back.
The bodyguards grew alert, suspicion on their faces.
Before they noticed, I grabbed my bag from the bodyguard who picked it up earlier, after Chad carried me.
"Get your ass back here, Jessica!"
Chad kept shouting from inside. Just then, his bodyguards decided to enter the suite.
Relief washed over me as the elevator doors parted and I darted inside.
The moment the elevator descended, my tightly clenched hand slowly opened, and a hearty laugh burst from my lips.
I looked down and stared at the key in my hand.
A scene of Chad in a sexy pose before his bodyguard plays in my mind.
I'd left him half-naked, bulging in his underwear, and the sight of handcuffs around his wrists.
'Would he kill me because of it? But hasn't he said that I can do whatever I like tonight?'
Leaving him is what I want tonight. He allowed me to do that, and so I just grabbed my chance to go home early.
It's up to his bodyguards to find a way to free him from the handcuffs.
After ensuring that Chad's bodyguards didn't follow me, I hailed a taxi and gave the driver the address to my apartment. Since Monica is back, I'd better stay out of her sight.
Good thing I asked Dad to rent me an apartment close to the company when I started seeing Chad. It is one of the conditions I set for my benefits as becoming Chad's plaything.
I won't have time to go home and shower before work, so living close to the company is a good idea to avoid being late.
The thought of getting home to my quiet abode calms my nerves. I took a shower and changed into pajamas.
Lounging comfortably in bed, I scrolled through the snapshots I captured as a compromise whenever Chad pestered me.
A sense of triumph lifted my heart and restored my confidence.
However, my happiness is short-lived. Dad is calling me, and I cannot decline it.
"Dad?"
"What the hell did you do?"
Dad barked at me, and I was lost on how to explain everything to him. I don't know how to answer him honestly.
'Did Chad get free that fast and now threaten my adopted father?'
I overthink again, convincing myself that it isn't.
But I couldn't fight the impulse in me when my gaze landed on the key inside the briefcase where the handcuffs were kept.
I don't know where my bravery came from, and I didn't hesitate to pick it up before I fled the hotel suite.
"Dad, about tonight…"
"Mr. Hudson was disappointed in you!" Dad cut me off and scolded me nonstop.
After realizing what this is about, I let out a relieved sigh. Still, I don't want Dad to know what I did to Chad.
"Dad, I'll explain it. But I can't talk to you over the phone."
Dad pondered over my request. For the years that I worked for him, I somehow earned his trust when it came to dealing with crucial contracts."
"All right, I expect you to come to my office first thing in the morning."
"Understood, Dad."
I waited for him to hang up, but for some reason, Mrs. Yolanda's angry voice came in.
"What was that? I thought you would berate that ingrate? How dare she compromise our major business partner? Mr. Hudson has helped us a lot as we expand our business abroad. Then that woman will sabotage us?"
Dad replied, "What do you mean by sabotage? We must be grateful that it was our daughter who handled this partnership!"
"Our daughter? No way will that happen! That wretched woman is only your daughter! I would never acknowledge the daughter of your mistress!!!"
No one noticed that Dad's phone was still connected to mine.
And for a moment, I felt like my ear had exploded from the secrets I was eavesdropping on.
What does Mom mean by that?
Could it be that my adoptive father is my real father, and Mrs. Yolanda and Monica's resentment is base to the affair that Dad committed?
So the blood running in my veins is a Collins…
But it means that my biological mother is a mistress?