The Unwanted Wife

In the dimly lit, opulent private cinema, the most exclusive jewelry auction was being broadcast live.

The rich cadence of the auctioneer's voice echoed through the room. "One million, going once, going twice—"

Alicia Bennett barely registered the words, her thoughts entirely consumed by the man under her.

His intensity overwhelmed her, driving her to sink her teeth into his shoulder in a desperate attempt to brace herself against the onslaught.

The man merely grunted in response, neither stopping nor slowing down.

"Loosen up, will you?" he rasped, voice thick with strain as he tightened his grip around her waist, commanding her body to bend to his will.

Alicia, still biting the man's shoulder, paused.

Slowly, she eased her jaw, her teeth releasing their hold.

Just as the apology began to form on her lips, he let out a low, almost teasing laugh. "That's not the part I asked you to loosen."

Alicia froze, heat rushing to her cheeks.

The apology withering in her throat, replaced by a searing embarrassment that turned her skin crimson.

But the intensity between them only grew fiercer as time passed, their bodies entangled in a battle of passion and control.

The auctioneer's gavel fell. "Sold for ten million! Let's give a round of applause to Mr. Joshua Yates!"

The name struck Alicia like a lightning bolt.

Her body instantly went rigid, something that the man couldn't help but notice. His movements paused as his eyes, half-lidded with satisfaction, flicked lazily toward the screen.

The camera zoomed in on Joshua Yates's face, every detail of his familiar features displayed in perfect clarity.

"Joshua Yates, the second son of the Yates family... an acquaintance perhaps?" he drawled, the corners of his mouth tugging into a sly smile as he playfully nibbled Alicia's earlobe.

Alicia's frown deepened. The last thing she wanted was to discuss it.

"Is gossip part of your services too?" she snapped, her voice cold, laced with irritation.

He chuckled softly at her retort, the sound reverberating in the space between them.

Services?

He didn't bother denying it. Instead, his grip on her waist tightened further, his movements growing more relentless, his rhythm chaotic and untamed, as if challenging her.

The room seemed to pulse with their passionate desires, the air thick with lust, their ragged breaths merging into one. Together, they reached a breathless crescendo.

When it was over, Alicia took advantage of the man's time in the shower and quietly made her escape.

She fished out a stack of banknotes from her purse and left them on the chair. Then she inched her way towards the door, quiet as a mouse, wincing at the soreness in her nether regions.

When Caden Ward finally emerged from the bathroom, his gaze instantly fell on the neat stack of dollar bills waiting for him on the chair. Amusement flickered in his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Casually, he reached for a cigarette, lighting it leisurely before sinking into the chair, his fingers toying with the crisp notes.

Moments later, his assistant, Hank Ford, burst into the room, clearly on edge.

The faint, unmistakable scent of sex still hung heavy in the air, making Hank's scalp prickle with discomfort. "Er, apologies, Mr. Ward. I let my guard down. Give me a moment, and I'll have her brought back immediately."

They had just returned to the country, taking every precaution. And yet, a woman had managed to slip through the cracks of their security.

Caden exhaled a lazy stream of smoke, his features calm, almost indifferent.

"No need. I was... a willing participant."

Hank's eyes widened in shock.

Only then did he notice the faint red marks decorating Caden's chest.

Hank's vision started to spin. In all the time he'd known Caden, the man had never slept with a woman, not even for a casual one night stand.