Chapter 1

Anna’s POV ：

I lay on the soft hotel bed, the room filled with a faint lavender scent, the dim yellow light casting an ambiguous glow. He stood by the bedside, his tall figure a blur—I couldn’t make out his face, only the heat of his hands as they suddenly gripped my waist. “You’re mine tonight,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down my spine. I gasped, “Wait, slow down,” but my words dissolved into a startled cry as, with a swift motion, he tossed me into the air. My body hung briefly weightless, my heartbeat slamming against my chest. When I landed, he’d already ripped my skirt open, his rough palm pressing against my breasts, squeezing until I could barely breathe. “You feel so good,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear.

He gave me no chance to recover, his hands clamping onto my hips, pulling me hard against him. “Tell me you want this,” he demanded, his tone rough with need. I managed a shaky, “I do,” feeling his scorching, rigid cock pressing into me, rubbing through the thin fabric of my panties, a wet heat spreading fast. With a low growl, he yanked my underwear off, forcing my legs apart. “Look at me,” he ordered, and I met his shadowed gaze as his erection thrust straight in, stretching my tight passage. A mix of pain and pleasure exploded within me—I couldn’t help but scream, “Oh God, yes!” He began pounding fiercely, each thrust hitting my deepest core, my body jolting up and down, my breasts bouncing and distorting in his grip. “You’re driving me crazy,” he rasped, his voice breaking with intensity. The bed creaked loudly as I clutched the sheets, my nails digging into the fabric, whimpering, “Don’t stop.” His pace quickened, relentless, and I lost all control, my mind a haze, my body reduced to instinct, meeting his wild possession head-on, crying out, “Harder!” as we surrendered to the rhythm together.

When I woke up in the morning, I buried my face deep into the pillow. My mind was a little foggy from last night's drunken sex, but my body remembered everything - the body of the strange man, his sex skills, and his amazing strength, and he knew exactly what to do to get me to orgasm. I didn't think I'd enjoy it so much.

My phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand. Rachel Wilson, my assistant, always had impeccable timing when it came to interrupting my rare moments of peace.

"Ms. Shaw," Rachel's crisp voice cut through my morning haze. "Don't forget about the ladies' tea at three. The Olympus Club booking is confirmed."

I groaned inside. Last night was so crazy, I'd almost forgotten about this party. "I'll be ready," I assured her, and ended the call.

Memories of the previous night flooded back as I stretched. I felt my cheeks flush slightly – not from embarrassment, but from the realization that I'd actually enjoyed myself. Perhaps next time I'd find someone a little gentler, though.

The stranger was still asleep beside me, his broad back to me. I quietly got out of bed, without disturbing him, and I paced to the bathroom. When I came out wrapped in my hotel bathrobe, he was awake and standing by the window. The morning light sculpted his fit body, and I quietly admired his figure. He really has a great body! It was worth every penny I spent.

I went to my desk and took out my checkbook. "I'm perfectly satisfied," I said, happily signing the check. "I'll give you an excellent review. But don't smoke in front of me next time. "I looked up and noticed the smell of smoke in the room.

Arrive near the Olympus Club. Rachel greeted me at the car and saw my neck, her eyes wide.

"Ms. Shaw, your neck..."

"Don't fuss," I cut her off, accepting the garment bag she held out. "Is everything prepared?"

"Maybe we should skip it," Rachel suggested, her professional demeanor slipping to reveal genuine concern. "Those women are just waiting to gossip about your divorce."

I smiled as I changed into knit dress in the privacy of the car's partition. "Skip it? Absolutely not. They're the ones who can't survive without their husbands. I think it's time they learned a different perspective."

The Olympus Club was already buzzing when I arrived. The whispers started immediately – Skyview City's favorite topic of the month was my divorce from Jack Simpson.

"Anna Shaw? I didn't expect to see her here so soon after..."

I strode to the center of the room. "Ladies, I'm in a wonderful mood today. Everything's on me – order whatever you'd like."

"What's the occasion, Anna?" A woman's voice dripped with false sweetness. "Something to celebrate?"

I settled into my chair, letting my smile sharpen just enough to make them uncomfortable. "Freedom. Isn't that always worth celebrating?"

I was having a party, and Rachel came over with my phone:

"Mr. Simpson on the phone."

"Didn't I say not to take his calls?" I don't mind. Rachel replied helplessly, "Mr. Simpson says he has something very important to talk to you about and I don't dare delay."

I took the phone, tone flat to the other end of the phone asked: "What's the matter?" "

Jack said in a anxious tone, "You come to the house where we lived when we were married, I have something about the Phoenix Project to see you!"

It's funny, he and I are divorced, the property has already been clearly divided, before I cried for him to come home, he did not pay attention, after the divorce he asked me to come home?

Finally I relented and agreed to his request.By the time I got back to what we used to call home, Jack was waiting.

"The Phoenix Project is having issues," he started without preamble. "You need to handle it."

"I need to handle it?" I couldn't help but laugh. "Have you lost your mind? Your mistress is the project manager. You want your ex-wife to clean up her mess? Think about how that sounds, Jack."

"Anna, be reasonable—"

I say it and it makes me angry.

I led the team to work hard on the project, but in the end Jack directly stole it and gave it to his lover Lucy Taylor.

It broke my heart and finally made me decide to get a divorce and leave Jack.

Now the project is in trouble, and Jack has the audacity to ask my ex-wife for help.

And he took it for granted!

Are you sure I'm still full of him?

I was speechless about his shame, and I didn't want to have another word with him.I turned and left.

At this moment, several people dressed in professional suits suddenly opened the door, followed by a well-dressed middle-aged couple.

I recognized these men as the agents I had commissioned to sell the house.

Jack's handsome face sank."Who are they and why do they have the keys to my house?"

I explained, "They're from a real estate agency, and I've put this house on the market."

There was a long pause. "What? You can't sell our home!"

"Our home?" The words tasted bitter. "We're divorced, Jack. What exactly would you have me do with it? Keep this house to disgust me?"

Jack was speechless by my words.

He wanted to say more, but I didn't want to hear his voice anymore, and I chose to leave.

From that house, I had Rachel take me to Goldenleaf Manor.

I sank into the comfort of my favorite armchair while my regular massage therapist worked on the knots in my shoulders. My phone chimed with a text from an unknown number:

Hope you enjoyed last night. Looking forward to that review.

"Rachel," I called out, "what was his name again? From last night?"

"Sean Smith," she replied from her usual spot at the breakfast bar, not looking up from her tablet.

Sean Smith. Last night my friend Catherine Murphy celebrated my divorce by taking me to the Olympus Club and ordering a row of handsome gigolos. Sean was not like the others - there was something fresh and otherworldly about him, something that had not yet been eroded by the endless social games of Skyview City.

"Tell him I want to keep him," I decided after thinking for a while. "Let him have a full physical. He must stop smoking."