Chapter 29: Press Invasion

POV: Victoria

I woke up the next morning feeling sore between my legs. The pain all over my body is evidence of a night of pleasure with Raphael. He was so perfect, he touched me in places I've never been touched before, he pleasured me in ways I never thought I could be pleasured.

Yes, I know I manipulated the situation to get us to this point, but it was worth it, wasn't it?

Oh wait,

You actually thought I was stupid enough to let his mom trick me and drug me?

Oh, come on!

Give me some credit. The woman hated my guts and even tried to pay me off. She called me a leech and promised to get me out of her son's life. Do you think I would believe her when she told me she suddenly had a change of heart and wanted to hang out with me?

Hell no!

The moment she approached me with a forced smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, I knew something was up. Then I looked up and spotted Charlotte and Cindy staring our way, peeking through the side of the curtains. I've been used by this family once, and only a fool would make the same mistake twice.

Yeah, I didn't know what she was planning, but I knew she was up to no good, so I kept my guard up and kept my eyes open. I kept looking around as I sat next to her, I kept looking for hints of what she could be planning. Then I saw Raphael by the window on the ground floor of the building and I knew in my heart he would not let me get hurt.

I focused on his mom, but I kept looking his way often, making sure that he was watching us. She engaged me in a discussion, keeping me immersed so I didn't think about her plans. I pretended to be interested in what she was saying, I played along with her, pretending to be excited to converse with her.

But I poured away my drinks any chance I got. I sipped some of my drink when she was looking and I poured the rest away the moment she turned her head the other way. I just didn't trust her enough to drink with her, I had no idea I was doing the right thing until Nathan pulled me aside and asked me to come with him.

I smiled when he told me his mom was up to no good, but I pretended to be eager to win his mom's love and affection. I wanted to put us in the same situation we met ourselves a few weeks ago, I wanted him to touch me the way he did the first time we were both drugged and drunk.

I didn't take much to drink, so I was sober enough to get out if things didn't go as I planned. But it did, Raphael did not let them get to me, just like I expected. He didn't let me get hurt, he made his own plans and saved me from his mom. At least that's what he thinks anyway.

I knew the moment I was taken to a strange room, I did not fight her off or struggle to leave because I wanted to be there, I wanted him to find me. I almost threw my arms around him when I perceived his perfume in the dark room. My heart filled with joy when he came out of the bathroom and took me in his arms, kissing me softly.

I knew he wouldn't let me get hurt, he cared too much to let that happen. If only he would just open his heart and let me in. I kept trying to get him to come to bed and hold me, pleasure me. But he was proving to be tough and stubborn. He thought he would be taking advantage of me and he tried so hard to control his desires.

He made me take a cold bath and he turned the air conditioner to a high level to keep the room cold for my same. But that only made me shiver and I felt the urge to be held and caressed. When he brought me back to the room after the third bath and tried to tuck me under the duvet, I pulled him down with me, holding him tight,

"Please, Ralph, I need you," I begged like a needy whore. Yes, I need him, I need him by my side if I'm ever going to take back the company from my greedy evil father and his wife. I know I'm being dishonest and manipulative. But this is the only choice I have if I ever want to be intimate with him.

He is never going to fall in love with me naturally, he's not wired like that. He doesn't believe in love, or maybe he just hates the word love. If I ever want him to love me like I want, if I want him to be mine just like I desire him to be, then I have no choice but to flirt with him always and seduce him. I'll have to be a subtle seductress to gain his affection.

He tried to resist my seduction, But I won at the end. I kept throwing myself at him, pretending to be drunk and horny until he finally got tired of pushing me away. He pulled me into his arms and high-jacked my seduction, taking charge as he kissed and caressed me, slowly, making me moan in desire.

"I hope you don't regret this when you wake up sober in the morning." He told me teasingly as he kissed me passionately. I couldn't recognize my voice anymore, I was screaming and moaning like a pornstar as he kissed his way down to my boobs and flirted with me, teasing me nonstop.

I couldn't remember the details of the first time we were together, but last night, I recalled everything. I remember his kisses, his soft caresses, and his gentleness when he finally made love to me. He is a passionate lover, he kept making sure I was okay, kissing me every often as he rode me smoothly, making me cum over and over again.

I lost count of the number of orgasms I had in that one night. He hugged me from behind as I fell asleep from exhaustion and satisfaction. I would give anything to be in his arms this way, I would trick him a million times just to feel this satisfied with pleasure.

When I woke up, he was not by my side and I felt sore down there. I was reminded of our passionate moment last night and I felt so excited that I smiled brightly, a blush creeping upon my cheeks. I heard the sound of the doorknob opening and I thought it was him. But I was shocked when a dozen reporters barged into the room, their camera flashes blinding my eyes as they took several photos of me in bed.

"Miss Victoria, why did you cheat on your fiance, Raphael Hawkins?

Is it true that he is impotent, is that why you cheated?

Is Mr Hawkins a cruel lover, does he bully you because of your background?

Smile for the camera, Miss Victoria…

Where is your gigolo, did you work with him in the same escort company?

Is he a better lover than Mr Hawkins?

Did you use your fiance's money to pay for his services?" they asked me, sounding so mean and meddlesome.